• Blog,  General Life

    Finally Smooth Teeth!

    I’m pretty sure everyone who’s had braces before in their life knows the joy of gliding your tongue along the front teeth and feel the smoothness. Well, when I got my braces off, it was smooth….kinda? You see, several months after removing my braces, I start to notice that my front teeth aren’t smooth. I still have something stuck on my tooth from the brace-face days. I figured out later that they were most likely residue from whatever was used to bond the braces to my teeth. So the first thing I did was contacted my orthodontist about it but they refered me to my dentist. So I decided to…

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    I miss things

    Maybe the March rain has gotten to me… but I’ve been missing things. Things that were me. Things that have defined me. It’s strange to think about how much I have changed in the course of 5 years. Many of my friends say I’m still the same, but when I look at my past self I see a completely different person. I remember how I used to think, how I used to see people and that’s not how I am now. Was this the reason people used to call me “so innocent”? I sure envy my past self. But let’s be real here, we’re all bound to meet with something…

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    The Seattle Snow

    I haven’t seen it snowing this often in the Greater Seattle area in years! I think the last time I saw it snowing this much was when I still went to the UW. Most likely some time in the early 2010’s. When I woke up this morning and check the weather report, I saw that it’ll be snowrain for my morning commute. I got ready for work, grab my hooded coat, my umbrella and walked out the door. As I open the door I saw whiteness gracefully falling from the sky and slowly sticking on the the ground. I thought to myself, “This is definitely not snowrain” as I walked…

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    I’m not okay

    Who was Wilda? She was that one girl who seemed happy all the time. Quite innocent. Not as innocent as you would think. But definitely as happy as she seemed. Her worries were simple. Her mind was beautiful. Her intentions were pure. But I didn’t want to be her, So I lynched her. I’m not nice. I’m not happy. I’m filled with hatred and jealousy. My thoughts are so noisy at night I can’t sleep. I sometimes whisper to myself “help”, Hoping someone save me from this chaotic insomnia. But no one can do that but maybe… Wilda.