Recently I found myself back to my old boy-crazed self and for the past few weeks, BOYS are all I ever talk and think about (This is not related to Charlie XCX’s new song ‘BOYS’!!!!) But it got me thinking about my idea of a ‘Perfect Man’ – this was after I re-watched one of…
I was writing down song lyrics on my notebook when I stopped because I didn’t know how to spell “enough.” I remember the spelling bee I was in during first grade where I misspelled the words “jewelry” and “women.” Looking back at it now, I guess that was the Universe telling me that…
In lieu of my Mental Health Awareness Campaign, The Butterfly Effect, I was invited by a friend, campaigning for the same thing, for her spoken word event tomorrow, February 12th. Unprepared I made a last-minute piece that aims to make people aware how people who don’t show physical signs of mental illness aren’t always alright….
Somewhere in the world someone was blowing their birthday candles – and somewhere in the world one was wishing for their lives to end.
This year will be my year. I’ve dealt with enough shit the past year, and like Michelle Pfeiffer’s character in the 2011 holiday film, New Year’s Eve, Ingrid Withers (yes, the one Zac Efron kissed!) She was able to fulfill her resolutions, but hopefully I won’t be ticking them off hours before 2017 ends.
So the Power Couple, P & P, happy and in love and me – single, celibate, and happy.
It’s been one of those nights again where over thinking somehow makes me move my ass up and start typing away. I’ve always been using writing as some form of therapy – I can lash out, or try to attempt to write a good review on the latest movie I’ve seen. Although I have to…
This is a response to a summary post I wrote back a year ago when 2015 was ending.
Everybody seems to love the 12th month of the year. Personally, aside from the start of a new school year, the month of December is when I usually spend the most money and never regret it until early January.
On nights where I don’t usually fell asleep watching a 2000-something romantic comedy or trying to finish an assignment which was due the first thing next morning, I, on very rare cases, are with my peers, having drinks or probably abusing the dessert table at an art exhibit opening.
This advocacy is the last hurrah to my AB Comm life – might as well make it count.
When most of my elders ask me what I’m majoring in college, I’d say “Liacom” then there’s that puzzling and skeptic look on their faces just judging you so hard and intently.