Wow. After a quarter of Japanese...

I realize I'm TERRIBLE at reading and writing. I've no patience for details. (except when it comes to art...maybe).

But I love listening and conversing in a foreign language. (although I get so confused sometimes I answered in Cantonese once =p)

Maybe I'll just take conversational next year =))

Teetering between wanting to be rich and living free.

I am slowly turning into the person I once knew so well, the person I never wanna become again.

The present tries so hard not to repeat history.

But it's slowly trying to break through the barriers I've carefully built all these years.

I guess the past isn't something we throw away. It stays with us forever.

W H A T PERSONAL B---E---S---T?

You are born onto a scale. Yes. It's call society.

F-T-W

I deactivated fb. Can only be contacted at:

meiyueht@stanford.edu

I went through the studio arts minor. Apparently there's only one art history class that I really don't like and it's compulsory.

Still, after spending 1/2 an hour looking through it again, I decided not to minor. Mainly because, I will end up hating all my classes coz I don't spend enough time on any of it.

Really. College should be 5 or 6 years. No wonder there's no more Leonardo Da Vinci =((

I sometimes shudder when I come to know the decisions bright, 18-year-olds made.

I mean, how would one know the industry or academia is right? How would one even know if the heart will not falter?

How could anyone have been so sure at such a raw age? How can one be certain when one hasn't tasted freedom?

I am one of the few very very lucky ones.

Wassup with college?

I slept for 7 hours. (it was supposed to be a nap but I slept through my alarm =_=)
And yes, I'm saying FML.