Since bitchy rant posts are out of the question. I'll go on about the Kony 2012 trend. I won't be joining the bandwagon because I hate to say that it is a marketing ploy. The whole "get a kit and free bracelet for donating" broke me from the alluring spell to join in on the cause. I find sensationalism and manipulating facts dangerous due to the ( Read more... )

I need to lay off on the rants in this journal. Writing reasons on what I don't like is easier than finding reasons why I like a person, place, idea or thing. Right now, my eyes are rolling at the mere statement about jewelry being organic. What is that supposed to mean? I do admire the lady's craftsmanship and work ethic nevertheless.

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I already ranted about this, so I'll keep it short. I never quite understood why certain people give their children strange (unique) names. I'm not saying that every kid has to have a traditional boring name. Sure, it's not anyone's business; however, let's not make the poor kid a masochist for the masses. I don't find it cute or clever when an ( Read more... )

As the years rolls by, I can't help feel less excited for the new year. The long realization where I'm an adult is unsettling. The daunting thought that I am getting old looms time after time. Coming face with my own mortality is quite humbling and depressing. Such thoughts is not without warrant with the economy and the gradual decline in society ( Read more... )

There's no such thing as having a vacation, well, for me. As bizarre or extreme as it sounds, I feel like I'm married to the course I'm studying. I still have a "social" life, but having to review for exams 8am to 5pm during vacation (except 24, 25, and New Years). I could see my notebook filled with incomprehensible notes and nonsensical doodles. ( Read more... )

As  the hand strikes eleven, I ponder whether I'm ready to face my last school year in college. What's worse is what I am going to do when I graduate. I could go to med school or go back to the states and go to work. Oh snap! With these sudden anxieties and uncertainties, I could foresee a quarter-life crisis in the works. I hate talking about ( Read more... )

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