Linsanity. All I do is Lin. To Lin-finity and beyond. Over the last few weeks, New York Knicks point guard Jeremy Lin has taken the NBA by storm.Read More
I’m in love with my teacher. He’s so dreamy and smart. I get so distracted whenever I think about him.
I used to love chatting on the phone for hours, having deep introspective discussions.
I have always found the question, “What is your favorite food?” to be utterly ridiculous, for how could anyone be expected to choose just one?
When you think of a family meal you probably reminisce about gathering around your living room table, with lots of dishes filled high with your mother’s homemade mashed potatoes and casserole: the very typical image of a Thanksgiving meal you’ve seen in the movies perhaps, where the kids push and shove to get to the last Pillsbury crescent and pot-bellied dad secretly scrapes his serving of green beans to the dog.
Upon learning what school I go to, people will often remark, “Wow, you girls get a lot of work, don’t you?” Or: “Oh I know that school; it’s the one where the most meaningful relationship a girl has is with her textbooks and computer.”
July 15, 2011 was one of the saddest days of my life. Surrounded by darkness, I heaved (not so) quiet sobs as my childhood officially came to an end.
How do I get a friend’s forgiveness after I made a horrible mistake?
This past summer I finally learned the true meaning of the saying, “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.”