as queer as a clockwork orange

Since you were two and I was zero, you were one of the first people who influenced my life and you still are.
You are my role model for life.

You introduced me to all this amazing music and taught me how to appreciate it, to understand it. The claim that you’re a “world-class bassist” is no joke at all. I think you’re the best bassist in the world. Your great passion for music always eludes me. However mentally or physically challenging a piece is, you never fail to pull it off on that bulky dull bass. Even your master-classing skills are “world-class”. Your harsh but funny criticisms never failed to make me laugh and you always managed to make me understand the piece just a bit more. And that bit made all the difference. Now, I actually know how to practice. I know how to interpret the music and to express it to its fullest.

Running: a hobby that we’ve been enjoying and hating together these past few years. Together, we ran up and down Tien Mu. We ran circles and circles around the baseball park. Now that I think about it, it seemed kind of crazy. Everyday you would force me and push me into running circles and I would follow. And then we would run round and round and round and round. And round. But at the end of the day what can I say but thanks for being the toughest and greatest coach ever.

And well, I am quite speechless about your academics. The amount that you have taught me over the years is countless. I am always amazed by how much you know (“I know everything” :P). Gosh, Mark, you are going to become a legend.

Happy 19th birthday, 哥哥. Enjoy it in Princeton and help me punch that ISKL girl please.

To remind me of how much I love running is to sear my heart right where it hurts the most. I wasn’t expecting to be torn by such piercing words on an early Monday morning. I’m not running from anything. I truly love running. I love the sweat pouring down my face as I gasp like a water deprived fish. I love those surges of excitement and nervousness that run through my body as I see all these different people getting ready for a race at 6:30 in the morning. I love those nature valley bars that I eat everyday until I want to puke from the goodness of it all. I love the cheers at the finish line.

But. I get exhausted. I wear down and I become skin and bone. Illegal naps increase in frequency both at home and at school. Sometimes I just want to stop time and give myself a break. At that moment, I realize I don’t enjoy running as much as I did anymore.

Please respect my decision. That’s all I’m asking.

First, they shook their finger at the American lifestyle.
Exercise more. Don’t eat junk food.

It didn’t exactly work, so they put the blame on misleading nutritional information.
Unfortunately, not many people care to count the calories of every single thing they eat.

Now, obesity has been reduced to a state of hopelessness.
They have finally claimed it impossible.

Please, United States, don’t give up on obesity. Even if you can’t cure those that are doomed, prevent it from others.