&.

First in a long time.

Mon, 28 Feb 2011 00:31:22 -0800

I am frustrated, and I just want to cry. But I just don’t know who to talk to, where to vent, and why I can’t stop.

I need a good cry maybe.

We all grow older, sometimes wiser, and rarely together.

Wed, 19 Jan 2011 21:05:18 -0800

We all grow older, sometimes wiser, and rarely together.

Letting go. Planned moves, natural being.

Thu, 13 Jan 2011 04:43:42 -0800

Letting go. Planned moves, natural being.

Spare some sense? I am drowning and deteriorating.

Wed, 12 Jan 2011 04:55:48 -0800

I don’t know who would be there if I called out, “Will you wait for me?”

I think I am getting desperate.

4:44 AM

Wed, 12 Jan 2011 04:44:59 -0800

To be continued.

Some say it’s the Chinese culture to be blunt and direct. “They don’t mean to hurt...

Mon, 03 Jan 2011 00:01:05 -0800

Some say it’s the Chinese culture to be blunt and direct. “They don’t mean to hurt your feelings.” They don’t understand the impacts of what they’re saying.” But if I say stop with all seriousness as direct and forward as I can be, then why do their words stay unchanged?

I am all for the maintenance of culture, acceptance of heritage, and knowledge of different backgrounds. But I also think the most beautiful points between cultures are in the transcending points when both can learn, accept, and grow.

Sadly, not even I think I can accept right now, knowing my other will never even will to learn.

Confessions as your daughter.

Sun, 19 Dec 2010 16:24:19 -0800

I never want to talk to my family members like they’re some part of a bad business.

I'm an immature 20-yr-old.

Sat, 18 Dec 2010 22:51:46 -0800

As I sit here watching the Bellagio water fountain water show play along the classic music, I can only imagine this being a substitute in a movie for the glorious scene during which the young lad finally has his great orgasm after an awkward introduction to sex.

Yep.

Confessions as your daughter.

Sat, 18 Dec 2010 22:46:41 -0800

I think I’m always inclined to be so stressed and tense because I’ve grown up feeling that any wrong word or move would make you hate me more.

I don’t understand how you can love me so much and be the one person who can make me hate...

Fri, 17 Dec 2010 19:07:26 -0800

I don’t understand how you can love me so much and be the one person who can make me hate myself the most.

The Chinese Bowling Club

Wed, 15 Dec 2010 22:36:58 -0800

We worry about the future so we can add to our past.

It’s about maturity.

Thanks, dad.

De jure de facto.

Thu, 02 Dec 2010 13:28:29 -0800

The beauty in the abstract and in theory lies in the imagination of the reader. Whereas, with the literal, there is still room for interpretation but with more dangerous consequences.

Abstractions have no real author but the self, and the literal allows the blaming of others, the decreasing self-acknowledgments—and even of our on faults.

How, then, do we learn?

We always try to recreate what was once ours but never embraced or appreciated at the moment. And...

Fri, 26 Nov 2010 20:30:52 -0800

We always try to recreate what was once ours but never embraced or appreciated at the moment. And the tried recreations leave us frustrated, upset, and disappointed in ourselves and others. We build reasons, tell stories, and draw conclusions to help us stand up with only one foot; that because of a single fault, or several, in each of the attempts, we have a strength to be a part of the recreation once again.

But why is it always less appealing to start with what is ours for the day? The ours that we have built thus far, which, too, deserve our greatest trials, attention, and disappointments to laugh over and enjoy.

An interesting read. Thanks, Jen. http://www.wilsonquarterly.com/article.cfm?AID=1631

Sat, 21 Aug 2010 17:17:12 -0700

An interesting read. Thanks, Jen. http://www.wilsonquarterly.com/article.cfm?AID=1631

Perfection to completing my thoughts on this summer.

Sat, 14 Aug 2010 16:46:24 -0700

Forget, forget about the end Forget about what may have been

In your hand the smoking gun The thin red line across your palm

Forget about the end This is not the end

I had forgotten how light reflects on water.

In your hand flowers held The thin red ribbon tied around

Forget about the end This is not the end This is not the end

Forget about the end&.

July 29, 2010: One of the Greatest Days of this Intern Life

Thu, 29 Jul 2010 19:56:55 -0700

Firstly: http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/127605/october-30-2007/massie-ritsch I will make it a mission and a point to keep him as a mentor and to build on this relationship.

Secondly: I want the wit, knowledge, and respect that the man above—not Colbert—holds.

Thirdly: education, policy, journalism, sociology; I have got to find that tie.

Fourth: I will always love communication and need to revisit the writing world.

Lastly: So much respect for the civil servants of our government; John McGrath, the Communications and Outreach chief of staff, is a patient and consistent man—also with wit.

What do I need to do:

A) work for a journalism studio—even if not the one behind the mic, which is actually in preference—like NPR

B) have my taste of policy making and policy, separated from communications

C) stay focused on what it is I want out of every step I take while recognizing what it is that my work is doing for others

D) figure out where I need to go

E) talk to people with humility and honesty

Then, grace.

Dear Junebug,

Mon, 26 Jul 2010 20:15:36 -0700

I don’t want no scrub, a scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me.

My friend started busting that song out today while we were walking, and all I though about was that moment in our car and pure ecstasy.

Unfortunately, I just really need to get out of here.

I miss you.

Love,

Crinkle

Reflections on the past year in cyber mind

Fri, 09 Jul 2010 14:02:21 -0700

Why did I stop writing?

Boyfraynd:

Sat, 03 Jul 2010 22:00:17 -0700

I miss you Junnie.

Goddamn I haven’t been on tumblr in years. Pretty sad.

Happy Fourth of July Washington, D.C.

absolutelyfantastic: made my day Jesse, you made mine <3

Mon, 07 Jun 2010 19:05:57 -0700

absolutelyfantastic:

made my day

Jesse, you made mine <3