Palestine deserves more than The Other 228. That much is obvious. It should have been obvious when I wrote it almost a year ago.

Big Straw has once again taken to the town and done another food review! We’ve switched up from having sweets to tackling a local restaurant!

Tuyết had always dreamed of taking over Moon Palace, the restaurant her grandmother had built from a street stall into a three story operation.

I’ve been on my best behavior all week to get this number. Just another chance, it’s all I ask for. I hunger for you.

My love of reading knows no limits.

“I loved him like my head, my life, myself” is as unbearably intimate, aching, and confounding as their relationship was. In this way, it makes perfect sense.

Fuck Uncle Roger. Fuck the exactly six jokes he repeats in every video. I am tired of even thinking about Uncle Roger, so after all that he needs to go and fuck himself.

a short poem.

It’s not the time. It’s the worst time for this. But we always said we were dumber together.

It was a trial of an experience, with a lot of tribulations. But we still made it to the end, trying out Kyo Matcha, Mango Mango, and Meccha Matcha.

It's been said that history never repeats itself, but it does rhyme. I would add that history rhymes because certain people have a vested interest in making it rhyme.

So let me be maudlin for a second. Let me tell you what I’d wish I’d known entering CMU. What I wish I could tell everyone here: I know.