poetic

waiting impatiently for Survivor:China to begin

getting really nervous about ece 303.

loving the song hosanna by hillsong united.

i take back what i said about my literature class. well, it seems like today something struck me when I read about Annie Yung and how she went crazy in trying to transform herself into a cowgirl and just adopting various cultural artifacts to mimic the stereotypes she desired.

how true. sigh. why judge others by the stuff they wear, things they say, bags they sling, attitude they try to pull off? just as we start viewing everyone in a one dimensional way, tagging them from their outward look and then assessing whether they're worth our interaction, we become one dimensional ourselves.

and we stop to seek for the true person lost amongst the cultural objects and commodities. have i become like that at times? hmmz