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Meandering thoughts of a Bay Area college student… be prepared for some bipolar vocabulary

Perfection is relative

They say that God is perfect. God is perfection itself. However, logic dictates that it is impossible to be perfect. Take a look at the following argument: If God was perfect, could he create a stone that’s so heavy, he himself won’t be able to lift? The spiritual Christian portion of me says “Yes, he can do it… somehow. He’s God, he’ll manage.” The rest of me admits defeat. Perhaps God is perfect in some mysterious way, but not perfect in a logical sense. Or perhaps logic as we know it is flawed? Perfection is relative.

Christine Dinh can be described as ambivalent. She has a dark, rainy side [dun dun dun] and a bright, happy side. She can be angry to the extreme and sad to the extreme. [hence dark side] She can also be cheerful to the extreme, more sympathetic than others normally are, and be the epitome of “nice-ness”. But always, she’s academically strong to the end.

Van Kieu. 17 years old on the outside, 5 years old in the inside. This is a good the perfect way to describe him. Who else can do super complex chemistry equations and methods and still can’t catch a ball? Who else is in an advanced math class and has trouble riding a two-wheel bicycle? Who else sports a Texas Instruments Ti-series calculator and yet jumps up and down and flaps his hands [like little wings lmao!!] whenever fustrated. Need I say more?

Cassandra Van. I must say that I’ve had the most interesting relationship with her then any of my other friends. *Flashback to sophomore year, after seventh period, where Bao proposed to her on one knee… with a straight face and onlookers staring, rooted to the spot. Haha, Cassandra is really hard to describe [either that or too easy that it becomes hard]. Basically, she’s kind, hard working, smart, and loves to have fun. [and who doesn’t?]

Victoria Nguyen She's also particularly hard to describe. What sticks out about her is that she comes up with the most special insults. Special because it's so damn hard to think of a good come back on the spot. And when she leaves, comebacks break through like a horde of ants. She's also an overachiever. Give her an art assignment and she'll make a 30ft. statue out of marble and copper. I admire her in some ways, and envy her in others. Yet at times, I'm GLAD I'm not Victoria when she portrays short-comings. Plus she's just great fun to make fun of and a kickass friend during lonely times.


The human mind is exceedingly metaphorical. Even if you think English is your worst language and you just SUCK at symbolism, you still have it in you. As a matter of fact, most of us utilize this inert skill around the early A.M.'s while we dream. Yep, dreams all carry a message in the form of objects. For example, seeing a bag in your dream symbolizes the responsibilities you may carry. A bag that is torn or worn symbolizes burden. In my particular dream, a wedding ring fell out of the bag. A wedding ring symbolizes eternal love. I was walking with a hooded person. A hood represents concealment. It was overcast, but there were colorful flowers all around. Colorful flowers symbolize happiness, love, and joy. Alternatively, white flowers symbolizes sadness. Once I manage to piece together all the information, I will find the message my mind is so desperate to give me.

So as you can see, everyone has a poet in them and the poet reigns free oh so often. If you're having trouble in an English class or just trying to become a writer, HA! In your dreams! [Seriously]

 signing off...


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  1. ~ Sakura-chan ~ says:

    Maybe you’re unconsciously in love with someone who makes you happy but you don’t realize it, she doesn’t realized it, you both don’t realize it, or she’s hiding it from you. And it’s a burden to you because… well I don’t know… 😛

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