i suck at writing.

I don't like soggy cereal.
And I despise essays. Especially those not in my native tongue.

Interviews go on too long and my days revolve around one thing that I don't particularly care for at the moment.

Spring Quarter

Each day I continue to struggle with everything I have involved myself in. I thought that after lu'au finished I could breathe and delve further into my studies. But, I realized just how much I have been involving myself in everything, and I think I'm stretching myself thin. Or rather, when I want a breather and just have a clear moment to myself I fail to really just create my own bubble. I have to regain that. Taiko is my ability to let go and really find myself again. Especially those 2 refreshing minutes of meditation at the end.

I realized that this entire quarter is just everything Japanese. I miss math.

Lu'au!

Pretty pictures. Everyone else was soooo good!! it was fun.
and this is my first grade level post. so i give you pictures.

the little things

sometimes i wonder why i care so much. and then i reflect upon it and realize just how childish and insignificant it is.

but then, i realize that it's because it was a part of myself which i devoted to something i loved, and to have something like that thrown in my face is like a slap in the face to something i cherished.

but it shouldn't be like that. why should i allow such a little person to destroy and ruin what is important to me? he is not big enough to mar something beautiful. they are not worth the time and energy to moan over. they will never be good enough for all they attempted to eradicate what we worked so hard to achieve.

for he who is so small a person and so immature to take such a path i refuse to reduce myself to his level. but he has once again fallen in my eyes. i still believe that he can be good, but i have things to do and i am childish myself -- i am not so altruistic to waste my breath and whittle away my precious time.

grow up.

"Truth is beautiful, without a doubt. But so are lies." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

ha.

broken strings

"Its so untrue
I cant even convince myself
When Im speaking
Its the voice of someone else"
--James Morrison

sometimes i wonder. it's a wonder how emotions tend to creep up on you and you question who you are and where you're going. but then, you realize how much you can grow with each experience, because you hold a different perspective each time those feelings wash over you.

or so you hope. and wish that it will be better this time, and maybe there will be no new next time.