with you i'll dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless

FEARLESS
Hello! My name goes something like HERMIONE O'CONNELL SNG MIN YEE. I've been alive for 18 years now and i'm finally able to get my driver's license! I'm very excited about this, and generally excited by anything else that falls into the "cute" or "cozy" categories. I learned to play the violin when I was nine when I monkeyed around which derived from me having nothing else better to do. I LOVE San diego. That's where I spent 1/2 my kid life in. I nicknamed my car Merce, (short for Mercedes) where I spend most of my traveling time day-dreaming about you know...stuff...while my radio is aptly tuned to 92.4 fm. I'm a Virgo. I think that means I'm always looking for perfection. It also means my school exams almost always crashes with my birthday.I love bright colors and things that make reality seem more whimsical than it is. I over-think and over-plan and over-organize. I've been like this since I was a baby, before I could reach the top column of the fridge and and before my mom realize my gift for compulsive chatter.

I love sparkles and shopping and really puffy parrots (referring to Banbie) that are only nice to you half the time. I love setting words to songs and wearing poufy dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But in addition I've fallen in love with -- mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. And wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I'd get a chance to be a successful violinist. Or something crazy and out of reach like that. ;) I love old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my grand-daddy's stories about his childhood. I love the freedom of alone time, but I also love things that make me feel five again. Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while you need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your teddy. I love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a random page, then attempting to make that recipe.

I know I don't always say the right thing at the right time or speak up when I should, but I write it all down. And all of a sudden, I have a chance to say exactly what I meant to say in real life. Some of the things I wrote about are things my pals saw me go through. Some of the things I wrote about are things nobody ever knew about. I'm beyond excited for anyone to hear these confessions here.

And for my conclusional outburst...I really WANNA travel the world. i wanna go EGYPT for their pyramids. VIENNA for their music. AFRICA zimbabwe for their antelope park. MADAGASCAR for their monkeys. AUSTRALIA for their great barrier reef. HAWAII for their surfing and volcanos. ANTARTICA for their penguins and aurora borealis. CANADA again again again for my deer lodge and mountains and people. (((: ITALY for their pizzas and spags. EUROPE for backpackingbackpackingbackpacking! SWITZERLAND for their alps and chocs. JAPAN for their sushi & fashion. VERNICE for their water channel. OLD PARI for their romance... yup that might just be about it. (: my future boyfiend cum husband is so gonna be DEAD. HAHA. xD

I'm pretty stoked that you read this whole thing. I commend you for that. This was ridiculously long, and you probably have other stuff you could've done in the last four minutes. So to you, who have spent four minutes on me in some way--Thank you. I love you like I love sparkles and having the last word. And that's real love.
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Sunday, April 17, 2011 || 5:11 PM

These days, I've been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories:
"Things I can change," and "Things I can't." It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking!

I write about my adventures and misadventures of every day events, right to the minute, miniscule little ones that are significant nonetheless. Of which today's category concerns love. Love is a tricky business. But if it wasn't, I wouldn't be so enthralled with it. Lately I've come to a wonderful realization that makes me even more fascinated by it: I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to love. No one does! There's no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course. I can't plan for it. I can't predict how it'll end up.
Because love is unpredictable and it's frustrating and it's tragic and it's beautiful. And even though there's no way to feel like I'm an expert at it, it's worth writing about -- more than anything else I've ever experienced in my life. And for someone like me who is obsessed with organization and planning, I love the idea that love is the one exception to that. Love is the one wild card.

Of course it's best be safe to draw the line between fascination and an obession. As love can both sink and save you. At best, they merge into one supernova; otherwise, they might fall into an emotional blackhole.

You game for it?
Well... I'm up for another round of sushi at the Belt thankyouverymuch
*if I see you, I eat you, nice eating you* ^.6