The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
It is frustrating.
me too.
Except I didn’t want to be rich, I just wanted a miracle.
Except I didn’t want to be rich or a miracle, I wanted to ride the rainbow to get to the other side.
Road to nowhere.
I always used to wonder what’s on the other side of hills and mountains when I was little..would there be dips and cities or just flat, desolate land. I would think that one day, I’ll follow a road that could take me directly up a hill or mountain and down to the other side. You never know what’s on the other side..it could surprise you. Only if there’s a straight road that could lead you to the other side..sometimes it’s a dead end. And then you have to find another road, and it probably won’t be straight. It may be swirvy, but it might just lead you to where you want.
Eyes tell stories.
Badass.
So sickkkkkk
that’s hot.
Isn’t this what everybody wants?
Sore throat this morning. Spent useless time in math when I could’ve gotten breakfast. Spilled the best orange juice ever before I even drank half of it. Start of a bad day.
Dana and I parked on a side of the street and got out to walk. A bunch of people were on the sidewalk, and there is a tall, dark man with sunglasses on. He was following behind us. I told Dana that we should get the car because I parked too far from my house. It was crazy to walk, so we went back. The man followed us closely behind..the crowd was with us too. He was definitely a creeper and gave me the heebies jeebies. A girl shouted at the man and broke loose from the crowd. Seizing the moment, I jumped behind a car to hide from him..but he found me. I remember the look. Then, I got up and walked with the crowd again.
Jump-scene:
Dana and I got out of the car onto a subway/train station? We met some guys. I asked them where they were from, and they said [Scydia?] and [omg, just so vague in my memory!!! I swear I could see the guy annunciate this place]. The backdrop was a foggy day in the city. I told the guys that I’m from California..San Jose. On the stairs down the subway station, a homeless, scrawny guy was sitting in the corner. His face was disturbing..with malicious eyes. Dirt and oil covered his body. I saw him, and I ran immediately back up the stairs. One of the guys we met tackled the homeless guy and locked him in a position so that we could run down the stairs. As I ran down, I saw Dana pulling our friend off the homeless guy..I’m not sure if she was helping the homeless guy or hitting him afterward. The homeless guy then attacked her, but she somehow escaped and ran. We all ran down the stairs with the homeless guy chasing us. I caught his face as he ran towards me.
And then I woke up in a sweat.
I decided to recapture my dream most descriptively as I can from now on. I’ve been dreaming a lot lately, and they are weird but interesting. Whatever I remember, I’ll jot down. So crazy. I woke up with my heart beating fast like always after a dream.
I got up early this morning, AND I didn’t go back to sleep(: I’m so proud of myself. Today is the first day I ever got breakfast before class and didn’t fall back asleep after class. I feel great. I slept earlier yesterday than I normally do.
Two things I’m addicted to as of now: sleep and sushi.
I’ve had sushi practically everyday last week. I can’t help it. It’s just soooo goooood. I just bought a tray this morning too :X It’s in my fridge, and I’m resisting to eat it right now.
There’s supposedly something called sleep drunkenness. And I’m sure I’m a patient of this.
Her eyes are intense.
