Scribbling randomness and nonsensical blurbs which other people find sensible. Dunno whether or not I have a psychological problem but they say I'm the epitome of coolness made hot. I'm a living paradox. I know a lot about food but I don't know how to cook. I'm an Asian with an American tongue. I'm a girl at heart with guy-like mannerisms. (Hey, I wear makeup. I just prefer convenience most of the time. I don't think I have enough guts to wear high heels when I'm so dang late for school.) I'm a 40 year old philosophy professor stuck in an eleven-year-old child-like imagination. (Okay, I'm seventeen years old but I don't act like one.) I'm an eccentric humor-loving gal with a serious countenance (I love injecting humor to seriousness for the sake of magnifying seriousness). I love singing. But my voice wanted to murder me. So yeah, I resorted to rapping (and poetry). At least they love me. (But I still sing.)

Certified 9gagger. Loves pseudo-intellectual humor. I love eating fiction (and non-fiction but fiction's the main course while non-fiction's my appetizer). John Green's YA novels are yummier than my cooking. He's my favorite literary chef. If only wishing on dandelions were true, I would construct my own garden of dandelions with a huge electric fan on the side. Whenever it blows, I would scream my ultimate wish- to be as awesome as John Green. But it occurred to me that I'm awesome in my own way. So I'm gonna build a garden of awesomeness (if such flora exists in the first place) instead. 

I love God and I am not a fundamentalist. (Well, many of my beliefs agree with the most intellectual/spiritual theologians' beliefs. But I am not a bigot.) I go to church not because I want to earn heavenly points. But because it glorifies my Father. There's a difference, you know. He's my Muse. I write because He writes and I am imaginative because my Father is the most imaginative being ever! Read the Bible. It's the most awesome-est (redundancy intended) book ever!