to sit back and just listen

dear whoever picks the vampire diaries music...are you aware that your song choices speak to my soul?

remember that time...

oh siri, stop it...but seriously you're freaking me out

note the "sir douglas" move AKA dougie!

nbd. my father is on his way to mastering these

baby jesuses

"ANAK, hello!" all of a sudden came booming from my back pocket. My rear end had answered a phone call from my mother. In a packed J Crew. It took me a moment to register that I was the one responsible for the garbled foreign accent that everyone had raised an eye brow at...right as "who in the world is that?!" escaped my lips, a few things clicked in my head. First thing, that this voice sounds like Sofia Vergara. A splitsecond later, THAT VOICE BELONGS TO MY MOTHER!! i laughed to myself for a sec before remembering that I should probably answer the phone.

"Hold on," i say to my friend, "my people are calling me... oh hi Mom, you just talked to like 20 ppl...oh yea they loved you, 'encore!' they demand...."

What a delightful discovery. Nothing against mom, it's not a bad thing AT ALL. and i mean, it makes her even more endearing.

I was silly to think I was the only one in my family who had come to this realization. Now, my father has a very americanized accent. He even throws around "yall" just as much as i do. One year I tragically remember him saying, "What's up? Let's Rock!" to a couple of very unsuspecting friends of mine who had stumbled into one of our borderline insane filipino christmas parties (I think at the time he was really excited to sound so American...may have had a beer in him too. or 5). Well, we were at breakfast this morning and mom had stepped away to answer the phone. "Jeeessss, I've been waiting por jur call..." echoing from the living room.

Dad turns to me and goes, "she sounds like gloria to me sometimes, did you catch on to that?". And with that we begin one of our let's talk at the breakfast table for hours as we unknowingly bond moments. (like >this day<) ...i reference that day only bc its prolly the best entry in this blog and i think you should check it out again haha.

So there it is, I came home to eat, do laundry, and realize Sofia Vergara is my mother.

Oh, and to decorate for Xmas...speaking of which, i believe it is now time for me to partake in a family tradition...the tradition being blaring Nsync's xmas album while associating four letter words with tangled christmas lights.

WAKE UP!!!!

and then calm it on down with some T Dabbs

and just smile

i gotta pee out the smart water...does that mean i'll fail my exam?

i'm studying with a bunch of engineers right now...during the second of silence between songs it sounds like they are talking complete gibberish.

and then i look back down at my notes and i realize...well, my notes pretty much look like complete gibberish too.

im floundering in a sea of gibberish.

except they're all leaving. so now its just me, the, law, and 14 rolly chairs. ohhhh the possibilities....for injury.

maybe, perhaps, def

era la musica

the usual delirium

"i saw that you and sally wrote on leah's wall, so i thought it was her birthday and wrote on her wall"-Katie Law

that makes no sense.

Forget A=C, A=Z law!

who knows what will be coming out of our mouths by tmrw morning. round 2 of locking ourselves in freeman to get nerdy till sunrise. oof. i already feel like a defeated zombie...

dear dad and mom...

I just want to take a moment to take pen to paper and remind you how much i love you and how much you mean to me...as best as written word and my heart could possibly do.

no fancy card, no crazy parcel. just pen and lined paper. simple yet heartfelt. and written in the moment. my favorite snail mail.

im totally focused on cell bio and then all of a sudden

im in my onesie triiiccckkk

aaaand of course it's a onesie picture

frolic ova here and i frolic ova there