This is Hannah.
Dec 9th, 2009 @ 7:19 pm
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pokeball
Anyone else notice the resemblance?
@ 12:41 am
these guys are hilarious.
(via dabby123)
Noteworthy - Poker Face
such dedication ! and coordination ! (: i love it.
Reblogged from functional madness..
Dec 8th, 2009 @ 8:54 pm
Yvonne introduced me to the secret of makeup artistry.
At first when I saw this I was like “uhhh… yvonne???” but after 5 minutes I was laughing my head off. Finals friends, here’s your study break.
Dec 7th, 2009 @ 5:22 pm
I saw this a while ago and I still think its funny.
Nov 25th, 2009 @ 3:46 pm
Crap. That sucks. I know my first thought as a UCLA bruin should be to think about a way to torch the ugly Trojan, but honestly, I was thinking about what solutions I would use to remove the paint. Now it really depends on whether its polar or nonpolar so that it would be miscible with more polar/nonpolar solvent. This cleansing process should be done in a fume hood. Look at how much their eyes are burning from the noxious fumes. Lab goggles please. Geez, I just came out of 6 hours of lab. Gimme a break!
sigh…. at least before we could always look forward to basketball season….
CSI:LA.
It’s Rivalry Week here in Los Angeles, as my alma mater USC prepares to take on UCLA in football on Saturday. This should throw some fuel on the fire. Beat the Bruins.
Reblogged from LOL.
Nov 19th, 2009 @ 10:37 pm
freedom and fashion rocks!
They support non-profit organizations that raise awareness about human rights and work to bring change to communities in need. One of my favorite lines is Lalesso. Lalesso hires women in Kenya and pays then 3x the normal amount to create Lalesso clothing so that the women will have a stable income. They also work to further the development of their communities. Freedom and fashion truly is the melting pot of creatives and humanitarians. Love it!!
@ 5:20 pm
All but one opposed the proposition to raise UCLA’s tuition fee by 32%. Even though its an unfortunate situation, I think looking at how the board nearly made a unanimous vote shows the severity of UCLA’s financial situation. Something had to be done and I believe raising tuition fees was probably the last resort, especially because they’re already going to close the English Composition department.
Nov 17th, 2009 @ 1:58 pm
New look.
While sitting in the salon chair ready to take out of my color, perm, and everything that resembled a “vidal look”, I texted my mom.
“Hi mama! I’m taking out my perm.”
And my oh-so-supportive mom responds: “I like your perm. Dont worry. your heart is pretty. Can make you always pretty.”
Well, I’m not sure if that statement about my heart is true, but I realized that during my time of transition into my futuristic look, I received such polar responses. I left school early the first day of my new look because I’d see distant acquaintances who would narrow their brows, widen their eyes, and exclaim the loathed, “Oh my gosh. Hannah!” Now, its not that happy “Oh my gosh. Hannah!”, like as if I just won a million bucks. It was more of the WTF “Oh my gosh. Hannah!” that almost reprimands me. On the other hand, so many people have shown their true, noble, kinder side. hahah, I even know a person or two who prayed for because they knew it was a tough change. My mom, though, has been the most encouraging. She had a perm in the 80s and well into the 90s and actually thought my perm was very becoming. I’d sit in the car with her and at a red light, she’d look over and say she really likes my hair.
Even though my change in style has made me so confused about what type of person I am (as explained in my last post), I know that my dear friends and family are always here to remind me.
Nov 16th, 2009 @ 8:21 am
Although I’m pursuing my bachelor’s degree in Psychobiology, I didn’t think the “psych” aspect of my major would leave an impression on me. However, I somehow slipped into the perfect role of a social psych experiment in the last couple of days and felt like I’ve back tracked to an early adolescent stage of Erik Erikson’s fifth step—Identity vs. Confusion.
Its my hair. It really is my hair. My soft, deep brown hair that once highlighted the warmth in my gentle eyes has passed away. Now I’m of the rouge sort—I have a wicked Alice in the Wonderland fro, topped off with a Star Trek Spock angular cut on ONE side, with a “fire fox” (according to Chicco) splatter of orange and pink on my bangs. Plus, there’s no evidence of my soft, deep brown hair; its all dyed rebellious dark red.
With this “makeunder”, people can’t help but think of me differently. Hip white people love me but asian grandparents and professionals probably think I’m pregnant or doing drugs. I don’t get second glances because of my soft, deep brown hair anymore; I get them because my style is shockingly bold and reckless. Back to psychology, firstly, one thing I’ve learned is that you will act the way people treat you. So I feel like with my hair, I have an excuse to be rebellious. I can refuse to smile and sneak a sniff of crack because it’d be expected of me. Because of this expectation that is communicated through body language or whatever other means of communication humans employ, I am more susceptible to act that way.
Secondly, confronting my identity is bound to bring storm and stress. People treating me like I was a completely different person made me question if I really had become a different person or if I was the same Hannah with soft, deep brown hair. I even had a really traumatic experience of not being able find anything in my huge wardrobe that matched my hairstyle—that is evidence enough of my major turn in physical appearance.
Because of these two reasons, I have an appointment to change my look tomorrow. I’ll keep you posted, my lovers.
Nov 15th, 2009 @ 12:45 am
I’m looking around my room in the wee hours of Sunday morning and an intricately folded green origami heart catches my attention. This green heart, my friends, is no ordinary heart. It has super powers. No, just kidding. I got this green heart as a gift from a girl in China two years ago. The creator’s name is Carol and she’s different than me in an obvious way. I have an even number of arms and she has an odd number. Single handedly (literally), she put together this complicated, green, artsy thing—which is something I can’t imagine doing with even two hands. Thinking about this makes me realize that I focus so much on the obstacles that I have to jump over to fulfill a goal. How would I even fold tiny, shiny, green pieces of paper with one hand? I think if Carol thought about all the masses of potential errors that could come in the way of her folding this origami heart, I would have never received it from her. One new goal of mine is to simply jump. When those obstacles come up, instinct will kick in and I’ll figure it out from there. Brains sometimes get too much in the way. Time to make my origami heart.
