Extremes. I love them, but my tragically indecisive nature prevents me from choosing sides. I hover somewhere in between, in the safe zone, in limbo, in no man's land. Things are pretty balmy here. Put on a veil and welcome to the Ordinary.



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(by Hengki Koentjoro)
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Roald Dahl | rinnyy
Found this on a food blog… This looks AMAZING. I wish I could get away from the hustle and bustle of Cambridge to enjoy this drink in a quiet little cafe. 
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The Hunger Games (by eleanorbate)

As much as I hesitate to read a book that my 11-year-old sister has already read (or more so a book that Stephenie Meyer has reviewed), I do hear good things about The Hunger Games. Shall I put just aside my pride and read it? Probably.
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The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson (via girlwithoutwings)

The gorgeous Barbra Streisand - I’ve been listening to this song nonstop for the past few days. I have no clue what I’m supposedly reminiscing about, however… Mmmm.

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So appropriate… Kudos to Angela!

For Anita Pandit

Hi. This is for Anita Pandit. <3

I’m Alive

A month and a half into college - I’m alive. I was fully intending on updating my Tumblr at least every week, but that hasn’t really happened. Whoops. I guess college life (and the lack of readily accessible cable television) is quite conducive to productivity. I have gotten through the entire season 2 of Gossip Girl, though…

Most of you are probably getting the freshman experience right now, so I won’t expound upon that topic. One note, though: I’m (still) hundreds of pages behind in reading for my global health class, and my midterm is in a week, it’s probably not curved all that much, but I’m not feeling too nervous about it. Doesn’t college feel suspiciously low-stress for you compared to high school?

I went to Chinatown to have dim sum with my roommates and entryway-mates today - ‘twas fun! fun! fun! One mistake: I asked this lady in a Hello Kitty shop how much a paper lantern was in Chinese, and she was like, “Speak English please.” Aaah…yeah, I’m so bad at telling apart the different races of Asian. Sorry.

Although I feel light and carefree here, sometimes I just feel empty. And disoriented. I wake up every day, go to class, walk back to my dorm, online surf, do some homework, chat with my roommates, sleep through dinner, attend various social functions, and get too tired to do any more homework. On one hand, I’m not completely lacking motivation to get my work done, but on the other hand, I don’t feel 100% productive. More productive than I was in high school, of course, but I just have so much more TIME here and I feel like I’m not doing anything with it!

*Sigh. I LOVE IT HERE! But I’ve turned into such a crybaby. Gah.

Time to go study for midterms.

Oh how I love amino acids.