tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22739494981718890272024-02-07T03:45:37.373-08:00every little piece, loveBells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-26483435726440999512011-11-30T01:32:00.000-08:002011-12-01T14:23:17.603-08:00You Can't Do It.I've thought about my life in these few days I've been home--a trip meant only to be a precious four days, but through mishaps of my own and the climate's, expensively extending to an exceedingly lovely and relaxing full week--and I realized that I've never been told the words "You can't do it."
I'm sure I've been told that for things that I shouldn't do, like drinking and driving or going out Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-87366631656986672232011-11-16T15:27:00.000-08:002011-11-16T18:24:48.414-08:00Return of Randomness and Responses to GratitudeI'm back. For better or for worse, the idea of returning to personal blogging has been on my mind lately. Different things have sparked ideas in my mind to write about, to share with you here. So here I am in the middle of a huge article I need to get done and all the stuff (fun and the not-so fun) that will be happening this weekend, there's been something on my mind I wanted to share with you Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-18354810330894555892011-07-06T20:09:00.000-07:002011-07-06T20:18:29.262-07:00The End.So, I have been really thinking about this whole blog thing. I've recreated my blog multiple times, trying to change it as I have changed since I first started it my freshman year. As much as this has been there for me, I really think it's time to take a break. A real break. Not a fake break where I pretend I'm going to write all the time, but never do. I'm tired of feeling I should write in thisBells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-26465412481424723882011-06-17T00:26:00.000-07:002011-06-17T00:43:57.681-07:00New.I don't know what I had in mind when I changed my whole blog and created New. Maybe I was tired of the format that I hadn't had for that long. Empty Stage Empty Page (ESEP) was good for the brief period it lasted... It was a time when I had no idea where my life was going. The background was as musically inclined as I was and it even had a crowd at the bottom cheering on whatever I decided to Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-15571366802676799612011-05-30T15:41:00.000-07:002011-05-30T15:49:17.313-07:00DeterminationI am determined to feel happy and be happy these next two weeksand that doesn't feel like a good thingbecause I know I won't be.But it feels like something I have to do,it feels like a mask I have to put on,a wall I have to put up.Because all I want right now is towrap up my dishestake down my picturesthrow away the trashand leave.I don't think determining to be happy is real happiness.Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-52902410096150240822011-05-26T01:53:00.000-07:002011-05-30T15:40:21.152-07:00Relevant. I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,How we met and the sparks flew instantly,People would say they're the lucky ones.I used to know my place was a spot next to you,Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat,'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.Oh, a simple complication,Miscommunications lead to fall-out.So many things that I wished you knew,So many walls that I Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-68536706565564431892011-05-23T17:52:00.000-07:002011-05-23T17:58:13.204-07:00Guardian: Quicktake--Messages Shouldn't Be Dismissed (3)Second Quicktake Published and now... I'M OFFICIALLY PART OF THE GUARDIAN! FUCK YEAH!The latest controversy to occur in our neighborhood comes from La Jolla High School, where the administration censored the messages “Freedom for Iran” and “Down with Dictator” that students painted on a bench.The ACLU is suing the San Diego Union School District, demanding that it surrender its authority to Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-41319345285858927762011-05-20T02:40:00.000-07:002011-05-20T02:44:05.008-07:00Guardian: Quicktake--To Porn In Public Or Not? (2)MY FIRST PUBLISHED GUARDIAN QUICKTAKE. FUCK YEAH!Blocking Basic Rights is ObjectionableA New York Public Library spokesperson announced on April 23 that it is within the First Amendment rights of adult patrons to view pornography on computers in any of the city’s 200-plus libraries. But despite the obvious moral challenges the policy’s yielded, legally, it’s all there.According to federal law, Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-86734234642435360422011-05-19T00:22:00.000-07:002011-05-19T00:27:15.804-07:00You're Not Sorry All this time I was wastingHoping you would come aroundI've been giving out chances every timeAnd all you do is let me downAnd it's taking me this longBaby but I figured you outAnd you're thinking we'll be fine againBut not this time aroundYou don't have to call anymoreI won't pick up the phoneThis is the last strawDon't wanna hurt anymoreAnd you can say that you're sorryBut I don't believe youBells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-52919922730096904172011-05-14T23:45:00.001-07:002011-05-15T00:07:13.891-07:00This Is For My FaceDear Face,I love you.You know that.So, as we wind down these last fifteen minutes of the anniversary of the day of your birth, I want to simply say a few words about you.I don't know what I would have done without you this past year. When I'm not around you or not somehow circling within the same world you are, I feel untethered, like I'm lost and floating in space. I don't know if that last Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-65480762684583700392011-04-16T10:54:00.000-07:002011-04-16T11:06:15.243-07:00Bitter Sweet SymphonyLet's forget about that last post with a song. I've been listening to it a lot lately. It always reminds me of summer days in Sacramento as a child, specifically driving around Orangevale and seeing a slow, black a funeral procession. I don't remember if I knew then what it was exactly and what it meant. But the weather is taking a turn for the better and this song always resurfaces at this time.Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-46169192538431579672011-04-12T22:01:00.000-07:002011-04-12T22:02:42.548-07:00To Get This Off My Chest...All I want is for him to talk to me first.And it's all I can think about.And it feels good to say out loud.Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-44833178596128604772011-04-07T11:42:00.000-07:002011-04-07T11:44:07.383-07:00A VignetteA vignette is a short impressionistic scene that focuses on one moment or gives a trenchant impression about a character, an idea, or a setting and sometimes an object. -WikipediaOur house was empty at the time. It is only my father, my brother, and me, curled together on an air mattress on the blue ocean carpet in the middle of four crumbling, moldy walls. I can see through the shadows of the Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-15092724120323924852011-04-05T13:12:00.000-07:002011-04-05T13:42:01.770-07:00Living Life: An Arbitrary Account of my AbsenceSometimes, I like to live life instead of writing about it.I think that's the first time I really can say that statement and understand that that's exactly what's been happening to me.I REALLY ENJOY LIFE RIGHT NOW.Not that I don't enjoy my life in other periods, but that currently, I'm not depressed/tired/stressed/introverted/hermit-y/etc. enough to obsess and overanalyze the things that are Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-8975367311332252782011-02-14T23:39:00.000-08:002011-02-15T00:10:40.111-08:00St. Valentine Secrets: Things Better Left Said By PostSecretSometimes, I believe other people can capture what I feel so much better than I can.Today, Valentine's Day, I give you my heartsick and hearthopeful secrets in the form of others'.Enjoy.Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-8955455652838903512011-02-01T23:21:00.000-08:002011-02-05T00:46:18.259-08:00The Nuances of Neurosis: A Brief Look Into My SuperstitionsSometimes, my life is controlled by superstitions.I seriously have no idea why these things happen to me. But once I get locked into a patten, things must go that way.This happens to me on airplanes--when entering the plane, I have to touch the outside of the plane with my right hand.I know how this one started... I was flying from San Diego to Las Vegas, alone for the first time heading up to Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-29606775521079524922011-01-20T22:54:00.000-08:002011-01-23T03:31:48.793-08:00The Un-date-able Vibe: Speculations On My SinglenessSometimes I am seriously convinced that I give off an "un-date-able vibe."Ok, not sometimes.All the time."It's your whole demeanor," he said. "Everything about you says, 'Don't even think about it.'" This was an unnerving moment of truth. I mean, I know how much people annoy me, but was it so obvious to others? Charmed ThirdsI've considered I give off the un-date-able vibe for quite Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-51235142726581628312011-01-14T19:46:00.000-08:002011-01-14T19:54:31.560-08:00Resolutions and Redemption: The Return to Sporadic, Prolific BloggingSometimes I forget I am in college.That's weird, right?I think it is.See, I forget until someone unknowingly snaps my mind back into my brain and brings the fact into obvious light. I was walking down the street that spans from The Village and ends abruptly in the T-intersection in front of the plastic bubble building everyone asks about but no one ever seems to have a real answer as to what Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-34469795789056899882010-12-05T23:37:00.000-08:002011-01-14T19:55:37.423-08:00LTWR8B Poem 1After editing my poems for a few days straight, which by the way is very emotionally straining and intense, I decided instead of having the page on my blog, I would put up a series of entries that shows the original poem and the final revised version I turned in. This is the first one--unfortunately none of the formatting stays the same when I put in an actual post, so I apologize. I swear these Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-82603429144008943502010-12-05T23:36:00.000-08:002011-01-14T19:55:46.155-08:00LTWR8B Poem 2After editing my poems for a few days straight, which by the way is very emotionally straining and intense, I decided instead of having the page on my blog, I would put up a series of entries that shows the original poem and the final revised version I turned in. This poem was supposed to convey and ambiguous or unreliable narrator. Apparently I didn't do as well with that in the original and aBells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-31803534755063717662010-12-05T23:35:00.000-08:002011-01-19T01:38:14.813-08:00LTWR8B Poem 3After editing my poems for a few days straight, which by the way is very emotionally straining and intense, I decided instead of having the page on my blog, I would put up a series of entries that shows the original poem and the final revised version I turned in. I would like to say that I no longer feel this way about said person and that we are on civil, almost friendly terms with each other Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-55775888987130057142010-12-05T23:33:00.000-08:002011-01-19T01:39:35.552-08:00LTWR8B Poem 4After editing my poems for a few days straight, which by the way is very emotionally straining and intense, I decided instead of having the page on my blog, I would put up a series of entries that shows the original poem and the final revised version I turned in. I'm not adding the original poems onto this entry as there are two and they're very long. I also didn't edit much so you're not missingBells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-2970897229154928842010-12-05T23:32:00.000-08:002011-01-19T01:39:11.948-08:00LTWR8B Poem 5After editing my poems for a few days straight, which by the way is very emotionally straining and intense, I decided instead of having the page on my blog, I would put up a series of entries that shows the original poem and the final revised version I turned in. This poem is a ghazal.Of The Dinosaurs I wish I could have lived in the time of the dinosaurs.I think I would have liked the life of Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-33656490489712747272010-12-05T23:31:00.000-08:002011-01-19T01:40:21.803-08:00LTWR8B Poem 6After editing my poems for a few days straight, which by the way is very emotionally straining and intense, I decided instead of having the page on my blog, I would put up a series of entries that shows the original poem and the final revised version I turned in.To: Mom Mother, Father please explain to meHow this world has come to beWhile still blessed in all the things we seeSuch a sad, sad Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273949498171889027.post-83973558200368124762010-12-05T23:30:00.000-08:002011-01-19T01:41:33.377-08:00LTWR8B Poem 7After editing my poems for a few days straight, which by the way is very emotionally straining and intense, I decided instead of having the page on my blog, I would put up a series of entries that shows the original poem and the final revised version I turned in. This is my poetic statement that is supposed to wrap up my entire view on poetry, though I'm not sure it represents any of my feelings Bells.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09154925452862323180noreply@blogger.com0