so after visiting 34th st to get medicaid stuff figured out, i decided to stop by union square and visit ajuma’s store. i scurry along 34th st from ninth ave to broadway, and yup making pit stops at H&M and Sephora (heheh), i made my way to the herald square train station. i stepped foot onto the brooklyn bound Q train, walking into the middle of the cart looking for a place to sit. to my dismay, there were no sittable seats (pet peeve— I HATE IT when people won’t move over for you when there clearly is room for one more person). however, i wasn’t really bothered since I was on the express train, and I knew I would be getting off the next stop. as i turned around to walk toward the door in the midst of wondering why i had even bothered to attempt to sit down, i hear, “You can talk my seat.” It was a male voice, deep, masculine sounding, my type of voice. I turned around, and a tall blondie immediately leaped off his seat with a smile, motioning for me to take his place. I don’t know if it was the way he spoke really fast and jumped up abruptly, making it seem as though he was a tad nervous and shy, or if i was taken aback by chivalrous gesture, but he made me smile like a school girl facing her crush. I replied, “Oh no! It’s fine, I’m getting off next stop anyway!” and he told me he was getting off next stop too, but at that point he had gotten up already so he didn’t sit down, and neither did i. thinking back, i wish i sat down just so that he wouldn’t have felt awkward after getting up, but that guy was so cute haha. I just walked over to the doors. i wanted to turn around and look at him standing on the other side of the train, near the doors. but since i had my back to him i didn’t want to blatantly look at him, so i didn’t. i wish i had though. i should have looked back at him and if we made eye contact again i should have gave him a warm inviting smile. 

i don’t know where i’m going with this post, but i told myself i would be more bold this summer. sigh, next time lols, but this guys was so cute, so my type ):

cheese ddukbokki….. ahrang……..

i want to do new things

i want to take more risks

i want to be more bold

strong beautiful bold

i’m willing to go all the way, 너랑

This past week, I’ve drank everyday since Wednesday until Sunday. Pray that you won’t develop liver failure.

i don’t fucking understand the point of long essays and research papers and shit. honestly, why can’t we just create outlines of our arguments and provide the necessary evidence/sources to back up the credibility of our reasoning? the benefit of succinct outlines would be that readers and writers would both save time and energy. the saving of time and energy would allow us to do more with our lives in the course of 24 hours. then maybe, just maybe, there would be some actual change in this world. someone should seriously change the system because writing papers is totally a waste of time.