toi. wo. me.
name nguyen will
sex it's been a while...
infatuations
yale
bartenders at south beach
sex
lots of sex
having sex
not being without sex
making love
fucking.
food
eating food
the color red
orchids
daffodils
dancing to good music
dancing like no one's looking
making faces at myself in the mirror
kites
haribo gummi bears
trolli bright crawlers
trolli peachi-o's
going to bed knowing that you could sleep in for as long as you like
hurricanes
tornadoes
storm chasing
wearing as little clothes as possible
any type of berry
family guy
simpsons
being blunt
persimmons
queer as folk
antijokes
new york city
frappachinos (the bottled kind)
tapioca drinks/bubble tea
a-pop
80s musik
trance
good dance musik
classical musik
speaking vietnamese
making fun of the northern viet accent
mtv shows (bc the people on the shows r ridiculously retarded)
saying "FAAAACK BUSH!"
sex in the city
reciting family guy quotes
screaming random sexual terms in public to watch people's reactions
people-watching
dim sum
pho
banh cuon thit cha lua
being back in houston
dancing drunkenly in gay clubs
responsibility (hah!)
realizing im still immature in some aspects
self-analyzation
being true to myself
analyzing others
emotions
the beach
watching waves on the beach
dreaming of building a glass house (or at least a house with large windows)
waking up to sunlight shining on my face
pinching asses at the club and then, when the person turns around, pretending it wasn't me
reading on the crapper
clean bathrooms
being ocd about staying germ-free
jokes so stupid that they make you laugh anyway
laughing so hard that you cry and ur stomach hurts
idle time with friends spent talking about the randomest shit
summer nights swinging at the park at 2 in the morning
eating meals with people you love
being comfortable enough with someone where you can fart and it wouldn't be awkward
buying gifts for people and seeing the looks on their faces
holding hands
playing songs on repeat
falling asleep to musik
wallowing in emotions, good or bad (bc it makes me feel alive)
being free to do whatever i want
the urban life
seeing people get what they deserve
randomness
spontaneity
spirals
circles
watching the eye of a hurricane form on satellite imagery
song lyrics that speak to me
believing in ghosts and aliens (the universe is too goddamn big for us to be alone)
melodies that make me happy just by listening to them
butterflies
the feeling you get when ur expecting something in the mail and it finally arrives!
the weather channel
wtfpeople.com
playing with fire (literally...im a pyromaniac)
playing with fire (figuratively...life's more exciting that way)
burning ants with a magnifying glass on a hot summer day
drinking a nice glass of OJ or mr pibb first thing in the morning when i wake up (trust me. its the best tasting shit ever)
not brushing my teeth until after my first meal (regardless of the time of day)
brushing in the shower
speaking my mind...but never if it hurts someone's feelings...unless they reeeeally push me.
masturbating at least once a day (it's healthy for you)
eating raw meats (the redder the better)
sushiiii!
falling head over heels for someone who falls head over heels for you
waking up next to someone you really care about
cheongsams/qipaos
ao dai's
the gamelan (indonesian instrument)
curve for men
acqua di gio
how a smell can bring back memories of certain events or people
not taking life too seriously bc its finite
realizing that the life of this planet, the life of the sun, and even the life of universe is finite
having as much fun as possible with the life I was given
not doing my homework
not doing anything that makes me feel miserable
aspiring to be a weatherman on tv
being under a severe weather watch/warning
storms
a green sky
a purple sky
hail
watching trees sway in the wind
the philosophy of the boondock saints
wearing cute outfits
flare jeans
anything pinstripe
captain planet
the sailor senshi
scary movies
comedies
romantic movies
romantic comedies
being self-sufficient
being independent
treating people to meals
building houses in the sims
clean laundry
antibacterial wipes/soaps
putting self-righteous people in their place
the(romantic)chase
hermann park
the last 4 days of summer before i got to yale
getting my prostate massaged
pleasure of any kind
satisfaction
cosmology
being a bonafide scorpio
earning someone's trust and/or respect
being vindictive
exploring someone's body with my mouth
the feeling of butterflies in your stomach
sitting in the driver's seat
my mom
Vietnamese language
Mandarin language
talking any anything and everything, no holds barred
working out
im'ing on aim
east asian history (especially China and Vietnam)
im'ing on aim
facebook
flirting with both sexes
condemning religion but not spirituality
the smell outside after it just rained
the scent of a man's flesh
getting even
having no shame
astronomy
being a tease
playing hard-to-get
rooting for the underdog
embracing my inner child
using the word 'faggot' or 'queer' for the sake of ironic humor
keeping an open mind
keeping dark secrets
never trusting someone TOO much
wishing i had a better father
the feeling of lying down on freshly cut grass
looking at the constellations
wishing i knew what the milky way looked like from another galaxy
wishing i could travel to another galaxy (andromeda first!)
having frequent dreams of aliens abducting me and me always asking them to take me to their home galaxy
the smell of gasoline
the smell of semen (HEY! fuck u. don't judge.)
looking into someone's eyes and knowing that they love you just as much as you love them
spooning
cuddling
a good set of pecs
a muscular back
a bubble butt
having a man's weight on top of me
the look on someone's face when you're making out with them and u pull back and open your eyes and see that they still have their eyes closed and their mouth still slightly open
fellatio
getting rimmed
making people uncomfortable with blatant talk of sex
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Monday, April 23, 2007
Out of fuckin' control...
Now playing: Annie Lennox - Why
What an odd Sunday...been feeling strange all day. Can't even quite put my finger on it. Juan and I woke up on this (beautiful) day and decided to go shopping (read: visit H&M!). Been craving galang mussels from Thai Taste all week (dammit the sauce is so good!) but instead settled for Taco Bell at the mall for lunch.
Last night was a disaster on so many levels...well mainly one -- The Co-op dance. All other problems seemed to stem from that at least. Wow, I am embarassed and angry to say the least at how bad that dance went. You know it's bad when the core of active LGBT students on campus largely didn't show up. I pretty much knew it was coming -- no advertisements till 2 days before and my asking friends whether they were going to the dance were met with "What dance? There's a Co-op dance?"...and this was the day OF the dance. So Juan and I decided to drink away the impending misery that night. Suffice to say, this numbing of the mind (and soul?) with alkie precipitated social faux pas and other general behaviors that characterize being "out of control", and there you have my Saturday night.
I can say, however, that I held my treasurer responsibilities at the forefront during the dance, though it was to a fault bc of my being drunk. I was cashier, manning the door with Juan and Anna, taking cash and marking hands. Perhaps in my subconscious drive to fill our coffers for the next incoming Co-op board (elections are today, Monday), I rather stringently made everyone pay their appropriate amounts, even when the dance was flopping and they should've just been let in for free to spur more people to come....OOPS. Juan and I were more or less like the Gestapo when it came to making people pay and checking hands, which now that I remember back, must have been annoying as fuck for the few people that did come. Apologies. Anna had to confiscate the "Paid" stamp from Juan bc apparently he was stamping too hard. lol. "Don't do that..." Particularly annoyed by the end of the night. Juan and I stayed after the dance ended and were helping Anna move chairs but bc I was still kinda drunk, i was (unintentionally) dragging the chairs. Anyway, I didn't have to fuckin stay (i mean half the board didn't even show up for the dance, I figured I'd done my part by actually being there the entire night...) but i decided to help anyway, only to be met with a "if you can't move the chairs right, you can just go." I kept my mouth shut lest i unleash an angry barrage at Anna about that and the dance in general (which I'd prolly regret the next day).
Being on the Co-Op board has been pretty exhausting this semester to say the least. The political atmosphere here at Yale has been particularly unsettled, especially among minorities, ever since that Rumpus debacle last year with the Asians. Gays and lesbians, in particular, have faced multiple offensive (and anonymous) acts this year, and I honestly can't believe it's actually happening here at Yale. I thought we were all liberal, intelligent, open-minded people for fuck's sake. Who the hell are these perpetrators??
On a happier note I suppose, Saturday night ended up well enough. Juan came stumbling back to my place at around 4 am, ranting and raving about various issues of annoyance and I haven't laughed so hard in such a long time. Here follows a random sampling of Juan's topics of discussion last nite: housing and the people at 94 (whom Juan characterized verbally and physically as "Retards"), "that stupid bitch who didn't know about the hell-doll" (the mother in the first Chuckie movie-lol. random i know but it was hilarious as fuck), boys, the Co-op dance, not knowing where he went after he ran off in front of A-1, and Brickhouse Oven pizza. The night culminated with juan sending an AMAZING panlist email asking the people at 94 about next year's housing situation. It basically consisted of Juan playing dumb, pretending he didn't have a place to live next year (he does...though not with 94 obviously), pleading with them to know "where we were gonna live next year", and ending it with "I love all o ya'll". The best part was his actually ending every sentence with "lolz". It was great. As far as I know right now, no one actually responded to it. Haha.
Ah shedding tears of laughter I was....though today I can't say the same, sadly enough. I don't know what the deal is. Been thinking about it all day. I almost feel like I'm losing control...I'd like to blame it on the alcohol but I know that probably isn't the problem at all and I'm just deflecting. It's like I KNOW that logically, I should be feeling fine. I have no real problems in my life and I have an amazing summer to look forward to...so what exactly is my issue today? I just don't know...
JEEZUS, I'm so ready to get the hell outta here. School totally kills my soul. Learning is great but lord I hate structured learning. I suppose I hate anything that obstructs my wanting to do whatever whenever. Which is maturation: learning how to swim against the tide or learning how to swim with it?
wiLLay [
3:29 AM ]
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1 Comments:
haha. wow. retards at 94. mmm. yes.
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