October 2011
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September 2011
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At the office today, there was a patient who came in for a limited exam. The patient was a 65-year-old woman. And she has severe dementia. After an hour of examining her filling, her daughter propped her off the chair to head out. But she stopped and said, “Wait. They haven’t checked my mouth yet.” And her daughter gently speaks to her mother, telling her that it was time to go...
Spoken Truth: dracometeors: I’ve realized that I’m... →
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I’ve realized that I’m not the best person out there. I’m incapable of a lot of things and empty where it matters. I can’t ever say the words before the moment fades. There was a time when I had the timing down. I knew how and when to say the things that would now get caught in my throat. But I forgot as soon as I learned. Although I picked up where the memory ends, I still feel...
I ♥ FOOD: Whenever I write an essay... →
uyenkha:
I write one sentence. After every ten minutes.
I get my name down. After two hours…I still have only my name down.
I look at the essay prompt. Look at the article. Look at my essay. Look away and go to Tumblr.
And then I go to Facebook.
And then I get hungry and eat.
And then I walk outside just because.
I tell myself I’m going to finish the essay in one hour.
I end up...
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charliecheu:
So I finally got around to...
Inside the Twin Towers. This documentary stole my words and reflected it in the concerns, screams, and commentaries of those involved in the incident; I was speechless. “9/11” holds a different meaning for me now. I can’t react because I don’t feel like I deserve to. How can I portray a feeling that can only be felt by those affected? There are really no words. I can only...
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and steal another look at myself as an 11 year old girl and listen to her. Be her, actually. Back when I got excited every time we had Frosted Flakes or Rice Krispies in the cupboard—when I didn’t care for dining in restaurants to eat extravagant food with my friends. Back when I said boys were gross and I’d never want a...
I’m not quite what you call a pushover. My definition of a pushover is someone who lets others walk all over them. And allows almost anyone to do whatever they want to them. This pushover, no matter how far he/she is being shoved around, will not get mad. I, on the other hand, am not a pushover. Oh, I get mad. Really mad. I’m one of those who is lied to, taken advantage of, and treated...
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Quick Update!
6:00am Alarm; wake up for work.
6:30am Snooze’d alarm; wake up for work again.
7:00am Double snooze’d alarm; wake up for work and forced to skip shower due to lack of persistence in getting up.
7:30am Chop apples for lunch; ate two slices of Nutella bread for breakfast.
8:00am Get to work. Deal with patients. Labor, labor, labor.
5:00pm Clocked out, then proceeded to talk to boss...
charliecheu:
Sleep not with fear, nor sadness, but with comfort. Sleep with eyes fully rested and a smile that will last you til the morning. Breathe with relief. Breathe freely. Smile, simply because you deserve to.
I love when I outsmart someone.
If I were a guy, would I date myself?
No.
I hate inviting drama into my life but when the drama is about me—I’ll talk myself up. I love attention but I hate getting put on the spot. I get sick every week. It’s either a bad headache or nausea. Sometimes, I talk to myself. Sometimes I talk to myself in a sing-song voice. I’m incredibly jealous. You’re just talking to a friend? Friend, my ass is what...
TV Shows.
I’m not a huge fan of watching television. But there are two shows that I’m waiting for.
Desperate Housewives Season 8 (Last and final season)
The New Girl Season 1 (Premieres on 09/21!)
I don’t care how much of a fruit cake it makes me from watching Desperate Housewives but I still think it’s an exciting, on-your-toes show.
And The New Girl—hell. I’m...
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I hate you.
I hate what you’ve done to me. You never cared about me at all.
Reblog & bold what applies to you
My personality: * i’m loud. * i’m obnoxious. * i’m sarcastic. * i’m cocky. * i cry easily. * i have a bad temper. * for the most part i don’t like people. * i’m easy to get along with. * i have more enemies than friends. * i drink coffee. * i clean my room daily. My appearance: * i wear make up. * i wear a...
Tomorrow is payday.
But I don’t get my check until Monday since the accountant for our office doesn’t work on Fridays. Which is stupid because most of the paydays land on a Friday. But anyway. I calculated my hours and realized I’m going to be bringing in a pretty large sum of money. Which is exciting for me. I’ve never had a big paycheck before. Then I also realized that I never had to pay...
Is it messed up to delete my boyfriend from my Facebook friends and unfollow him on tumblr? Lol.
Jealousy is a bitch. But bitches are the reasons why we’re jealous.
Come What May.
F. I’m so angry these days. It used to be a cross over of mixed emotions. Either I’m sad, happy, or angry. They usually fuse together and yield a concentrated mixture of “normal.” But lately, I feel angry. Not content. Not anything. If I reflect on myself and take a jab at why I’m so furious at the world, I can only conjure up a handful of useless, pathetic reasons....
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My Current Wallpaper
I love that I can vibe off my boyfriend’s unique tastes and interests.
Damn. He’s an amazing person.
Sausage Nipples.
me: dude, look what you did. got me talking about nippppos.
[2 mins later]
me: i know why i called you yesterday!
tam: why o_O
tam: about nipples?
me: yes tam. i called you at 4:30 in the morning to talk to you about nipples…
“But I will never cross that river for you. Cause I climbed that mountain and I...”
And he was
The kind that you would dream
The...
5:02am
Dear You,
When I see your msg thread at night, it makes me miss the fact that.. they’re only gonna BE text msgs. No more late night talks in person—where we speak endlessly about how different we both have it. And then we vibe off each other’s emotions because that’s how we understand what’s in the other’s mind. I cried when I left your place.
Dear You,
...
“I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember....”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via vavin)
The only reason why I gave up asking is because I want to avoid hearing you lie. One excuse after the other.
I fucking hate catching people in the middle of a lie. I always want to just stop them mid-sentence and change the subject.
charliecheu:
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I must admit— I also want to be fought for sometimes. I want to be reminded of my significance. I want to know that I still matter. I want to see how territorial someone can become over me. I want to see the effort. I want to know that they consider me as ‘worth it’.
I don’t want to keep fighting for someone who won’t even bother putting up a fight for me every now and...
