The Birth of Kermit

Summer was awesome, lots of down time. That's usually what I come home for. San Jose always just offers you down time to chill and relax with your friends. I guess you could say it's comfortable and familiar. But the best part about summer though was seeing my old friends and reuniting and meeting new ones!

Meet Stephen.


He likes electronic music and has a japanese girlfriend, Sarah.

And Erik.


He likes the way I make my mongolian bbq and wants people to leave him alone to "stone in peace".

These two people have set the record for the shortest length of time in becoming close, comfortable friends. They call me kermit.

This one's for you.

Still Got A Working Filter

I had a funny moment last night. I was on a different "level" and was thinking to myself and made a connection between two things. Cars and people. You know how the saying goes that pets of owners reflect the owner's personality? Well, I was thinking along those lines except with cars. Except cars don't necessarily reflect his or her owner's character. But cars definitely have personality. For example, I was sitting in Richard's Z and I felt very low to the ground, in a tight small spot, but still really secure. It was as if I felt like I was speeding through normality on the road and nobody could catch us. And then I think about how we all felt really comfortable in Caspar's old Lexus in high school, but I'm still not sure why that was the way we all felt. It must have something to do with the experiences that come with their own unique vibes and atmospheres that shaped Caspar's car into such an approachable portable home. Each driver's own individual taste in music also contributes to what kind of vibe you get when you get in the car. It's just that it's weird how a type of car could really impact and mold the entire group's mood and attitude of whatever destination is set and your state of mind during the trip to that destination. I wanted to tell Richard all of this but I thought it would sound stupid because even though I could process everything in my mind, I don't think I would have been as successful translating it into words. And now that I'm reflecting on it, it still sounds stupid. And the existence of this sad, pathetic blog post is purely dependent on this revelation. So what does this mean? This means that my filter ISN'T broken after all. HA!

Stupid Fucks

I hate stupid fucks. Don't we all?

"If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?" –Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Late Bloomer

Summer is unofficially officially starting. Summer Seshh is OVER which leaves more time for seshhesss ;) 8) :D!!!!!

Free Love

Free Love Is:

Playing with friends and making the best memories spontaneously and about absolutely the most ridiculous shit ever.
- "Did you guys notice that the best memories we have of each other are created when we're not doing shit and just fucking around?"
-- I got at least five likes on that.
Sitting on the top of the world with the most important people in your life.
Sharing good music.
- "Dude, who sings this?"
Waiting for opportunities to laugh at someone.
- Richard usually gives us this opportunity.

Mi r ro r iza tion

Fire alarms in Norte are going off again. Funny how I can hear it all the way from over here... must suck in the actual main building. Last two sentences were my "catchy" hooks.. which reminds me.. hooks are almost completely extinct in college papers. Professors just either don't like them or don't give a shit about your intro. Notice that my writing is kind of choppy right now? Well... currently my style of writing is mirroring how scatterbrained I am right now. My thoughts are flying all over the place and I'm feeling like I should be doing something I haven't done in awhile. Reflection. But I would rather label it mirrorization because reflections don't always portray the real(istic) image back but mirrors do. At least normal mirrors do. Maybe I should label it normal mirrorization then. The more I stare at the word mirror, the less real of an English word it becomes. Mirror. Mirror. Mirror. Mirror. Mirror. Mirror. Eff. What's wrong with me? This year has been fucking crazy. I feel like that statement right there really sums it all up. As if I captured the entire aura/gist/spirit/essence of this year in a bottle that has been laid out and flattened into words to form an understandable phrase. THIS YEAR HAS BEEN FUCKING CRAZY. Fucking crazy. Maybe insane sounds better. This year has been fucking insane. yes it has. I still have so many questions and I'm sure you do too. And you. And him. And her. And us. And all of y'all.


I wish I didn't break apart these memories and scatter them everywhere. I've stored them all away in different places and now I feel like I can't put the puzzle pieces back together.

Sometimes songs just say it better. I mean sing it better.

M.I.A.

Just to get things going, I'm going to just throw this out there. All of spring quarter, I was always put in the same sentence with MIA. From all sorts of different people. If I was MIA around Irvine, then I'm MIA on this blog too.




INTERMISSION, but I'll be back with lots of more tricks!


So brbingly yours,
Emily M. Lin