A year ago today I decided to put my thoughts and experiences on the internet via Blogger. I do not regret it.
I think I've come a long way. This blog has seen my through my first year of college, my first job, my first long period of time away from home, a lot of things. I will never forget the boy with glasses, what it feels like to be alone in a terminal waiting for your plane, or the loneliness in taking public transportation.
I want to thank all the people who have visited and gave me advice and encouragement. You are loved. God bless you. I say that even if you haven't sneezed at all today. So cheers to you, and I hope for many years of more blogging.
mercredi, août 31, 2005
samedi, août 27, 2005
cool
Things are better. K., L., and I went to Costco to buy some things--mostly food. I don't know how I'm going to survive, really. My main staples are Grape Nuts (cereal), soy milk, granola bars, salad, and fruit cups. I can cook some things, but I just don't want to buy them. I feel like I'm saving more money buying the stuff I'm buying now. We'll see.
As of now, I have three classes totalling to 11 units. That's a sad amount of units. This time last year I was at 16 units, and I handled it, but it feels like too much now. I don't know how I did it. I'm going to try and add another class this Wednesday, but it might now work out. Pray for me.
Cute guys...There was this one cute guy in my Marine Biology class. Class had ended, and I was getting out of my seat, and he passed by in front of me and had said, "Excuse me" very nicely. I was touched. He held the door for me. Twice. The classroom door and the door into the stairway. He wore black and white checkered slip-on Vans. Lovely.
As of now, I have three classes totalling to 11 units. That's a sad amount of units. This time last year I was at 16 units, and I handled it, but it feels like too much now. I don't know how I did it. I'm going to try and add another class this Wednesday, but it might now work out. Pray for me.
Cute guys...There was this one cute guy in my Marine Biology class. Class had ended, and I was getting out of my seat, and he passed by in front of me and had said, "Excuse me" very nicely. I was touched. He held the door for me. Twice. The classroom door and the door into the stairway. He wore black and white checkered slip-on Vans. Lovely.
mercredi, août 24, 2005
yikes!
My fall semestre is already off to a bad start. I am now living in a two-bedroom apartment with three other people, one of which I know--she was my roommate last year.
Anyway, one girl is pretty cool, M. The other is not so...She's pretty out there and will get in your face. Just last night, L., M., and I were talking in the living room, and K. (crazy girl) came out in her underwear to talk to us. I mean, we just met her a day ago, and she comes out in her underwear to speak to us. When she left--to go dress--we all made these faces with each other. I think K. gets off on freaking people out, you know what I mean? I think she does it because it makes her feel powerful and in control.
There's other drama, as well. Each of us are not in our assigned rooms. K. doesn't want to switch, though. She'd rather we request for room changes, which is a bummer because it'll take two weeks to process the request, and it might not be approved anyway. L. wants to switch rooms now to avoid anymore complications. Me? I just want everyone to be happy. I want all of us to live in peace and harmony, to be able to split the chores to be done around the house and to establish a way to live together.
Will that happen?
Kuya called me today (Aug. 23), and he made me cry, because he was so right. He told me that I have to be assertive so that people don't walk all over me. He's right, he's right. I've let so many people walk all over me. I rationalized it by thinking that I was a martyr for God, that by letting stuff like this happen, God would reward me tenfold. Am I wrong to believe in this?
I wrote that yesterday. I just got my ethernet cable today, so I wasn't able to update the blog. Anyway, the living situation is getting better I think. I just feel that L. and I are the only ones who really care about how the apartment looks. I mean, both of us want clean apartments. Already, K. has left hair in the sink (she cuts her hair every so often) and hasn't cleaned it up.
Whatever. I feel that the desire to be home is stronger this year. Last year, I was okay being here. But this year...home just sounds better.
I had one class today, French 102. I was so happy because I saw my old friends from last semestre's French class, T. and D.. They are awesome people. There's this one guy in French class that's really cute. He looks like John Cusack. The young John Cusack from "Stand By Me" and "Sixteen Candles". But he walked in with this girl and sat with her, so I immediately just think, "It won't happen, he has a girlfriend." I think I think that for every nice-looking guy I see.
Here's a pic of my teddy bear:
Anyway, one girl is pretty cool, M. The other is not so...She's pretty out there and will get in your face. Just last night, L., M., and I were talking in the living room, and K. (crazy girl) came out in her underwear to talk to us. I mean, we just met her a day ago, and she comes out in her underwear to speak to us. When she left--to go dress--we all made these faces with each other. I think K. gets off on freaking people out, you know what I mean? I think she does it because it makes her feel powerful and in control.
There's other drama, as well. Each of us are not in our assigned rooms. K. doesn't want to switch, though. She'd rather we request for room changes, which is a bummer because it'll take two weeks to process the request, and it might not be approved anyway. L. wants to switch rooms now to avoid anymore complications. Me? I just want everyone to be happy. I want all of us to live in peace and harmony, to be able to split the chores to be done around the house and to establish a way to live together.
Will that happen?
Kuya called me today (Aug. 23), and he made me cry, because he was so right. He told me that I have to be assertive so that people don't walk all over me. He's right, he's right. I've let so many people walk all over me. I rationalized it by thinking that I was a martyr for God, that by letting stuff like this happen, God would reward me tenfold. Am I wrong to believe in this?
I wrote that yesterday. I just got my ethernet cable today, so I wasn't able to update the blog. Anyway, the living situation is getting better I think. I just feel that L. and I are the only ones who really care about how the apartment looks. I mean, both of us want clean apartments. Already, K. has left hair in the sink (she cuts her hair every so often) and hasn't cleaned it up.
Whatever. I feel that the desire to be home is stronger this year. Last year, I was okay being here. But this year...home just sounds better.
I had one class today, French 102. I was so happy because I saw my old friends from last semestre's French class, T. and D.. They are awesome people. There's this one guy in French class that's really cute. He looks like John Cusack. The young John Cusack from "Stand By Me" and "Sixteen Candles". But he walked in with this girl and sat with her, so I immediately just think, "It won't happen, he has a girlfriend." I think I think that for every nice-looking guy I see.
Here's a pic of my teddy bear:
mercredi, août 17, 2005
It's coming...
...to an end, that is. My summer, I mean. I leave for SF on Saturday. So far, I've got no real packing done. Some organizing of stuff to pack, but no real packing.
Had an appointment with my doctor today. Just a routine check-up before I go back. She said that I should lose some weight. If a family member told me this, I would have taken it lightly, but when a doctor says it I'm running towards a treadmill! She's right though. Ever since I've been back, I gained some pounds. I used to regularly excercise, but since I got that job I'm too tired to give it a go after work. And I use a car here. There's a ten pound difference between living here with a car in So Cal than living in SF with no car. Quite a difference.
I made this secret goal for myself before my 19th birthday that I'll share with you, dear reader. Before I turn 20, I'd like to lose some pounds that'll put me in the normal weight range for my height. It's already August. I have till June. I'm pretty confident because I've lost 20 before (I used to be borderline obese, honest to God). So, I think I can do it. I think I'll just be happy if I've lost any by that time.
It's not an aesthetic thing, thank God. I'm not that vain. I just need to be healthier and fitter. You can't tell by my blog, but I'm a junk food junkie. Mmmm...Doritos. Anyway, I want to live longer. I don't want cancer, or heart disease, or diabetes. I want to live longer, and so do you, buddy. So do you.
things that were done this past week:
1. postponed jury duty
2. took grandma and myself to the doctor
3. bought contacts for left eye (they had no right eye!)
4. finished adding video 1 and 2 (of five) to hard drive
5. did laundry/dishes
6. sent mail
7. bought new pillow
8. cleaned/organized room
Had an appointment with my doctor today. Just a routine check-up before I go back. She said that I should lose some weight. If a family member told me this, I would have taken it lightly, but when a doctor says it I'm running towards a treadmill! She's right though. Ever since I've been back, I gained some pounds. I used to regularly excercise, but since I got that job I'm too tired to give it a go after work. And I use a car here. There's a ten pound difference between living here with a car in So Cal than living in SF with no car. Quite a difference.
I made this secret goal for myself before my 19th birthday that I'll share with you, dear reader. Before I turn 20, I'd like to lose some pounds that'll put me in the normal weight range for my height. It's already August. I have till June. I'm pretty confident because I've lost 20 before (I used to be borderline obese, honest to God). So, I think I can do it. I think I'll just be happy if I've lost any by that time.
It's not an aesthetic thing, thank God. I'm not that vain. I just need to be healthier and fitter. You can't tell by my blog, but I'm a junk food junkie. Mmmm...Doritos. Anyway, I want to live longer. I don't want cancer, or heart disease, or diabetes. I want to live longer, and so do you, buddy. So do you.
things that were done this past week:
1. postponed jury duty
2. took grandma and myself to the doctor
3. bought contacts for left eye (they had no right eye!)
4. finished adding video 1 and 2 (of five) to hard drive
5. did laundry/dishes
6. sent mail
7. bought new pillow
8. cleaned/organized room
samedi, août 13, 2005
a success!
The bon voyage party for Chaunce was smashing. We watched "Shaun of the Dead" and ate pizza and other junk foods. Chaunce made scones and cream with jam on the side. It was perfect. Some of our friends had to leave early--which sucks because the rest of us ended up talking for three hours. The time flew by so fast! It was just me, M., Chaunce, and her younger sister, G..
We reminisced about high school, our past college year, M.'s love life, G.'s past junior year, Chaunce's upcoming semestre abroad, politics, the state of California's education system, tons of things. G. or someone else brought up a funny point at one point during the discussion. She said that everyone one of us in our group is different, and yet we get along well together. And when we all meet up after being apart for so long, everything is still the same. The same bond is there, just as if we were still in high school, just seeing each other after Christmas or Easter break. Friendhsip is such a beautiful thing.
Good luck, Chaunce, in your semestre abroad. You're going to have an amazing time in England. Be safe, and don't forget to write.
Went to Ikea with the parentals to buy assorted things (the list will be below) for when I move back to SF. This time, it's an apartment. How crazy is that? I still feel like a little kid, so now I'm going to be a little kid living in an apartment with three other girls. I just love Ikea. Everything is so simple and space-saving and cheap. I love it. My kind of store.
Ikea buys:
1. turquoise/brown sheet set (really cool looking)
2. quilt
3. 1 tea cup and saucer (only the lonely...)
4. 2 glass bowls
5. 2 white ceramic bowls
6. red lampshade (I broke the other lampshade)
We reminisced about high school, our past college year, M.'s love life, G.'s past junior year, Chaunce's upcoming semestre abroad, politics, the state of California's education system, tons of things. G. or someone else brought up a funny point at one point during the discussion. She said that everyone one of us in our group is different, and yet we get along well together. And when we all meet up after being apart for so long, everything is still the same. The same bond is there, just as if we were still in high school, just seeing each other after Christmas or Easter break. Friendhsip is such a beautiful thing.
Good luck, Chaunce, in your semestre abroad. You're going to have an amazing time in England. Be safe, and don't forget to write.
Went to Ikea with the parentals to buy assorted things (the list will be below) for when I move back to SF. This time, it's an apartment. How crazy is that? I still feel like a little kid, so now I'm going to be a little kid living in an apartment with three other girls. I just love Ikea. Everything is so simple and space-saving and cheap. I love it. My kind of store.
Ikea buys:
1. turquoise/brown sheet set (really cool looking)
2. quilt
3. 1 tea cup and saucer (only the lonely...)
4. 2 glass bowls
5. 2 white ceramic bowls
6. red lampshade (I broke the other lampshade)
jeudi, août 11, 2005
laziness sets in
I am so lazy right now. There are a multitude of tasks to be done, and the second I start them I just walk away from them. Right now, all my mementos and photos and random things that I have collected from my England 2004 trip are scattered all over my bedroom floor. I bought a scrapbook so that I can at least make some sort of memory book for all these things so that they don't clutter my room. I finished the first page, and then I just didn't even bother to do the second. I'm so horrid.
Things I have to do to get ready for the party tomorrow:
1. rent "Shaun of the Dead"
2. clean the house
3. buy drinks
4. make a card
5. find the phone number for Pizza Hut
Things I have to do to get ready for the party tomorrow:
1. rent "Shaun of the Dead"
2. clean the house
3. buy drinks
4. make a card
5. find the phone number for Pizza Hut
mardi, août 09, 2005
FREEDOM!
It feels so good to be home. I am so happy.
My weekend was awesome. I spent most of the time with my two cousins from London, F. (a 29 yr. old female) and M. ( 31 yr. old male). They're really awesome people. I love being around people with British accents. We went to South Coast Plaza where they went shopping galore. M. bought an Apple shuffle, and F. got walking boots for her trip to South America. Afterwards, I drove them to Huntington Beach. F. and I sunbathed, and M. surfed.
My cousins are so hilarious. We were walking along the pathway to our car, and this guy in a bike zoomed past us. Lifeguards on ATVs coming toward us said to the guy, "Watch your speed." As we continued walking, both of my cousins would say, "Mind your speed" to random people. A couple walking. A little kid on a bike. So funny.
Yesterday was my last day. I was training the new girl who is the boss's niece. I feel bad for her because this job is her only source of income, and she's earning close to minimum wage. She's really waiting for another job that offers more money. She's a cool girl though. We talked a lot, shared a lot of stories. She had a falling out with her parents, which makes me sad, because, I mean, they're your Mom and Dad. I mean, they gave you life. She told me she smokes, and I asked her why she does it. I mean, more people die from lung cancer than breast and prostate cancers combined (I didn't tell her though). She said that we all die anyway. I wanted to say, "But don't want you to live?" I mean, I want to live as long as I can. I don't want to shorten my life. Anyway...
Things that have to be done (in no particular order):
1. edit film
2. run errands for Mom
3. clean
4. get ready for party on Friday
5. meet with friends
My weekend was awesome. I spent most of the time with my two cousins from London, F. (a 29 yr. old female) and M. ( 31 yr. old male). They're really awesome people. I love being around people with British accents. We went to South Coast Plaza where they went shopping galore. M. bought an Apple shuffle, and F. got walking boots for her trip to South America. Afterwards, I drove them to Huntington Beach. F. and I sunbathed, and M. surfed.
My cousins are so hilarious. We were walking along the pathway to our car, and this guy in a bike zoomed past us. Lifeguards on ATVs coming toward us said to the guy, "Watch your speed." As we continued walking, both of my cousins would say, "Mind your speed" to random people. A couple walking. A little kid on a bike. So funny.
Yesterday was my last day. I was training the new girl who is the boss's niece. I feel bad for her because this job is her only source of income, and she's earning close to minimum wage. She's really waiting for another job that offers more money. She's a cool girl though. We talked a lot, shared a lot of stories. She had a falling out with her parents, which makes me sad, because, I mean, they're your Mom and Dad. I mean, they gave you life. She told me she smokes, and I asked her why she does it. I mean, more people die from lung cancer than breast and prostate cancers combined (I didn't tell her though). She said that we all die anyway. I wanted to say, "But don't want you to live?" I mean, I want to live as long as I can. I don't want to shorten my life. Anyway...
Things that have to be done (in no particular order):
1. edit film
2. run errands for Mom
3. clean
4. get ready for party on Friday
5. meet with friends
jeudi, août 04, 2005
I QUIT!
Okay, I didn't really quit, but I did cut my time short over there. My last day is this Monday. I don't care anymore, I hate that place. I seriously can't hack this anymore. So, I told a little white lie and said that I have to go back to school earlier than I had thought. Haha. The boss was okay with it and let me go. Now, I can't wait to leave. I seriously think about Monday. Monday, monday, monday. I never thought that I would love Mondays.
So, plans for the next week: edit film, get with friends, and other stuff. I also planned a party, a movie night actually titled "Zombie Fun". The theme is British, and I'm screening "Shaun of the Dead". It's going to be awesome. There will be pizza and pints of Coke and other assorted sodas. I'm also heading to a bonfire tomorrow night with friends (Chaunce!) which should be very cool as well. I'm excited.
My cool cousins from New York and London and the Bay Area are here. They're all so cool and funny. I'm so glad they're here, they make the week go by quickly. Yay for family!
Another interesting sidenote, I'm training this new girl who will be taking my place. She's the boss's niece. I'm trying to help her as much as I can--more than they've been able to help me, that's for sure. So I'm pretty much telling her info on about everything. I see her pain, the overwhelmingness of it all. It's crazy. Never a stupid job that I have no interest in. I don't care if I have to scoop out ice cream for the summer--ice cream interests me.
So, plans for the next week: edit film, get with friends, and other stuff. I also planned a party, a movie night actually titled "Zombie Fun". The theme is British, and I'm screening "Shaun of the Dead". It's going to be awesome. There will be pizza and pints of Coke and other assorted sodas. I'm also heading to a bonfire tomorrow night with friends (Chaunce!) which should be very cool as well. I'm excited.
My cool cousins from New York and London and the Bay Area are here. They're all so cool and funny. I'm so glad they're here, they make the week go by quickly. Yay for family!
Another interesting sidenote, I'm training this new girl who will be taking my place. She's the boss's niece. I'm trying to help her as much as I can--more than they've been able to help me, that's for sure. So I'm pretty much telling her info on about everything. I see her pain, the overwhelmingness of it all. It's crazy. Never a stupid job that I have no interest in. I don't care if I have to scoop out ice cream for the summer--ice cream interests me.
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