Days of My Life

I will come right out with it. I did not do any homework today, not to mention any bio. I suppose tomorrow will be "catch up" day: finish bio and at least start lit. And then Friday and the weekend shall be whatever. Tonight, I invited myself to D's movie night with her friends--not that my presence made any difference to them. We watched "The Uninvited" and "The Unborn". I expected the former to be more exciting or something, but what a disappointingly anticlimactic ending! It was all in her head... "The Unborn", on the other hand, was quite scary, but the cute boy just had to die! And then the ending was also a bit disappointing in that there wasn't a final resolution because the cycle starts again, meaning that the cute boy died for nothing! Yesterday, I woke up at 11:46, meaning that I had slept (nearly) 12 hours for the first time in a long time! Yay, me! Too bad that success was undermined when I woke up at 9:09 this morning, having

For the past two days I have been putting off doing the bio notebook time and time again. Now, it is 11:23 a.m. and I have finished breakfast (a late one). I probably should start very soon. Maybe I'll go to the library with W later, since I don't like being home alone, doing nothing at all, almost like right now. Yesterday, my mother bought two packs of Chinese dried fruit stuff, and I cannot stop eating it! I like to think that it helps to relieve my numerous cold symptoms, but I don't know if it really does. Yes, I did get sick. From Friday through yesterday, I had bouts of morning sickness. No, I am not with child. Heck no. Anyway, in my case, "morning sickness" means cold symptoms that show only in the morning and disappear by outside contact in the afternoon. I really hope today is only morning sickness, too... Seemingly, sleep hasn't been doing any good, because I've been sleeping ten hours or more for the past few days, and the symptoms are recurre

To whatever: You, of all people, should know by now how I function and work. Yet it is you, of all people, who chooses to defy every which way by which I function and work. Intentionally or indirectly, you frequently bring out the worst of me, and you don't ever seem to regret doing it. So, whatever. Whatever. I often wish I could just feel whatever about everything so I could be living as easily and carefree-ly as you. I could say or do whatever I want without regard for other people's feelings. I could think about only myself and nobody else, and everything will be right with the world--my world. Because nobody else exists in it--nobody that I have to care for, anyway. But no. Whatever, whatever you think is wrong. Your words and actions do have weight on at least one other person's life, and you, whatever, need to consider that. So if you are whatever, stop being so selfish and start thinking about at least that one other person, before there is no person at all. But the

The marathon wasn't bad. In fact, it was good. Quite frankly, though, the scenery didn't live up to my expectations. I didn't even see the darn beach after I passed the mile 25 banner because there was so much fog! "Oh, look down at that pretty... Wait, what beach?" said J. But yeah, the marathon route this year was much better than last year's, although some parts were very familiar from either the previous marathon or the previous City of Angels half. I finished in approximately six hours and 50 minutes, about half an hour earlier than last year, and I felt very tired and cranky right afterward. But yesterday, the day after, I felt great. Sore, but great. Another marathon for me! Now I kind of still want to try the San Diego Rock n' Roll marathon on June 6. But we shall see, haha. I don't particularly feel like writing or blogging today, but I thought I would do this just to give a brief and vague update about the run. I hope that I don't lose mo

- ante : before The marathon will begin in roughly 23 hours and 36 minutes. I am so jittery. Again, I'm so excited, so anxious, so nervous, so apprehensive, so... Well, I don't know if I'm ready. But I'm looking forward to waking up at 4:30 a.m., walking to Dodger Stadium, taking forever to take one SRLA picture, pinning on my running bib, waiting in line to use the porta-potty(ies), then standing amongst a crowd of 25,000 runners probably just as excited, anxious, nervous, apprehensive as I. Was I being sarcastic? I think not. I have not felt this kind of jittery excitement or whatever it may be an exotic concoction of in an unmentionably long time. I have good news, though. The University of Chicago rejected me. :) You might find it extremely odd that I am happy to receive a rejection letter--my first rejection letter. I mean, email. Last night, R asked me if I had yet heard from U Chicago because somebody else had already heard, so he checked my email for me and told

please pray for me! I might have done something bad to my right calf as I was running earlier. :( This morning, I woke up with an extremely tired and stubborn left eye, and my left leg didn't want to move. Needless to say, from there on, it was so difficult for me to get up. But I did. Because it was Thursday, and Thursday is my favorite day of the week. When I arrived at school, though, my nose started crying! So I planned to not attend school tomorrow, until third period, when I realized all of a sudden that I "MUST" attend the SRLA pasta lunch tomorrow. I need sleep. I cannot be sleep-deprived for Sunday. I cannot have a dysfunctional leg for Sunday. I must be prepared. Before I went on my run at 5:50, I was listening to new Frankie J songs. In this case, "new" means 2009. I had never even seen, much less heard, these songs before! Easily, I became obsessed with hunting for all the 2009 songs... then I began going crazy when I couldn't find the full song

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies... Over the past year, I have developed a profound appreciation for rap music. Rap, I have realized, is more about the lyrics than the melodies. In fact, the singers often do not even demonstrate any evidence of their potentially melodious voices. Rather, they converse along with the beat and and background music, ascertaining that their words are clearly heard. In four days, I will run the 25th annual Los Angeles Marathon. Sorry I'm breaking the promise I made last year, but this time, I have actually been preparing and I am too excited about the route. Starting from Dodger Stadium, we will run through Chinatown, Hollywood, Beverly Hills, and last of all, Santa Monica. I could get used to this CAHSEE testing schedule. The hour-long homeroom is such good time to do whatever I need to get done for the day. Too bad today was the second and last day of CAHSEE testing. Lately, I ha

This is possibly the best weekend I have had in a long, long time. Well, maybe it's because I haven't done biology yet. But whatever! I only hope that next weekend will be just as good, if not better. SEVEN (7) DAYS UNTIL THE LOS ANGELES MARATHON; STADIUM TO SEA. I am excited. Anxious, apprehensive, nervous, unprepared, but totally excited. Excited to do it, excited to have it done with. I have been looking forward to this all year. And I have been waiting for college for two years already! The next few weeks will shape what I decide on for my future. Regardless, it is all good. Still I cannot believe that there is only one week until the marathon. I looked for my fanny pack or whatever it's called earlier, but it isn't where I thought it was! Do you know what this means? I must search for it later on. Or buy another at the expo next Saturday... Okay, I shall blog more later and work on bio now. So little time, so much to do!

until the much anticipated and even more venerated Los Angeles Marathon, from Dodger Stadium to Santa Monica Pier. I got into UCLA today, and although I do not particularly plan on attending, I was immensely excited from seeing the "Congratulations" banner at the very top of the notification. More tomorrow.

My stomach hurts from jumping up and down and up and down right after I ate dinner. Even while I was eating dinner. Or maybe it's just meiosis cramps. Either way, what a heartbreaking loss. Kobe looked like he was on the verge of tears. Even Pau was praying at the free throw line! Ah, oh, well. Everybody did well. Tomorrow is another opportunity!

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When I got home, exhausted and hungry, I cooked Ramen noodles with Romaine lettuce, turkey slices, and egg. Yummy. Dessert is now the mango mochi I bought from Ai Hoa in Chinatown yesterday. Good stuff here. I have been so tired these past two weeks. So much so that I have actually been falling asleep on the bus morning and afternoon! You know that's got to mean something. I don't know what to talk about anymore. I guess this is what happens when I don't blog for over a week and think way too much about other matters when I'm doing only one thing at a time. Goodness gracious. Well, from 10:30 p.m. last night to 2:30 p.m. today, I was extremely concerned about FAFSA, because I had submitted for the first time on Feb. 1 and submitted corrections with the 2009 information last night. Only to discover right afterward that I couldn't add any more schools to submit the application to (only 10 at a time, and I listed 10 private schools) because I have to wait up to three d