Days of My Life

Tonight, I went to ROCK, where I was frequently asked, "How's school?" Every time, I replied with a variant of "It's okay," because it really is just that. Not great, not terrible, but just plain okay. I've actually had to study and do homework immensely more now than last quarter, which was what I was hoping for when I signed up for these classes. But when I started reading Chaucer last night, I was completely baffled. It was like reading another language. It took me twenty minutes to read fifteen lines because I had to look up the definitions of about two or three words in each line. It was so frustrating that I just resorted to Sparknotes (which I now recall is so high school) so I could go to bed already. In any case, I hope that gets better and that despite the many things that I left at school for the weekend but need here at home (e.g. the Oxford English Dictionary), I can still read and gain understanding of this present nonsense. I think I have ...

The past several days have been absolutely splendid. I love December for its winter break, winter break for its free time, free time for...well, my friends. :) On the 23rd, I hosted a gathering at home, and in the beginning, I was worried that people would be bored or disinterested, but after the first round of congregated eating, the guys played cards and video games, while the girls talked and played other games. Although there was a gender separation, nobody seemed to mind, so I didn't either. Long story short, it was a wonderful day, from the food and games to the chats and laughs. Yay for birthday/ holiday gatherings! On the 24th, N and I went to Ten Ren for the first time and had good food! Afterward, I went over to my cousins' home because J was having hot pot with his friends (and family, of course). I had two laughing fits in a row and ended up crying hysterically, completely undecided between laughing normally and crying normally. And although my eyes became dry and m...

I understand that it is December, but this continual rainfall is ridiculously uncharacteristic of Southern California weather! And it makes going out a lot less exciting and convenient. In any case, it's been a while since the last blog post, so here I am again, with my laptop on my lap and my feet up on my laser printer box. On Friday, I went to the Glendale Galleria with J and P, and it was actually immensely enjoyable! I learned that I like shopping with girl friends a lot more than with anybody else. We were there for about three hours, compared to the usual hour (at most) I am usually there for. Whimsically, I purchased quite a few articles of clothing for myself, and I felt so bad, but still so pleased. Guilty pleasure is pleasure nonetheless, I suppose. The pile of merchandise has been neatly folded, and it is currently on the floor in my bedroom... I probably should do laundry one of these days. I don't even know what else to say anymore. Yesterday, I started playing Ca...

That's how I like my meat. But that's now how I like my blog posts! I always have the intention to update my life in writing, but I rarely actually do it. However, here I am now, bearing both the intention and the will to write for you and for myself. Today, I hung out with old people... My mother woke me up at an unpleasant 9 in the morning to go yum cha, and for once, I actually did get up and go with her and my dad! Actually, I drove my dad and myself to Monterey Palace Restaurant on Garvey and waited for a table, only to have to wait another half hour or so for my mother to arrive with her San Francisco friends she picked up from Pasadena, where they are staying until tomorrow. The dining experience was terrible today! We gave the waiter the paper of our order, and a long while later, we asked about it. The manager came and gave us a blank order paper because they had lost our original one from a long, long time ago. So he signed a 10% discount for us, to which I retorted,...

Today was another one of those days I stupidly stayed home and waited while doing nothing because I expected. I should just eliminate all expectations from now on to prevent the uncomfortable feeling of my throat choking up, my eyes watering and my heart beating of anger and disappointment. But for some reason, I am never able to stop expecting. I wish I could reciprocate the disappointment, but I hate so much to disappoint others and myself, although I seem to make the latter happen all the time. Oh, well. Because that's what it is to the disappoint-er when I am the disappoint-ee.

Years ago, we thought about even more years ago as he sat down next to me on one of those dusty whitish benches beside the miniature basketball courts. He said to me, "You were allergic to eggs... or something, right?" Wrong. But yes, something. It is currently 2:34 a.m. and I am in post-"P.S. I Love You" mode. In other words, I felt that it might take me a while to fall asleep tonight--yet again--so I finally decided to get up and blog instead of toss and turn in my bed. Well, truth be told, I'm still in bed, but not tossing and turning, or else my laptop would be demolished by my 100+ pounds, and that would be one of the most terrible occurrences ever! I care for my technology like I would care for my blanket. I am quite ashamed that my blog posts are so utterly rare nowadays. And like I have said many times before, it isn't like I truly have that many things to do. Often, I just sit at my desk, stalking people on Facebook or... yeah, just that. Or I watch...

I decided to transfer to UCSD after having completed one and a half years at UCLA. It was more for the sake of spontaneity and change than anything else. It was a while past dusk, and I was carrying with me my black Adidas duffel bag three-quarters full of clothes and toiletries and nothing else. My mom was walking through the woods with me, toward my new dorm room. Upon arrival at my dorm building, I had trouble finding room 221 because the room numbers were in disarray. Finally, I settled in by putting my bag down on the floor and sitting on my lofted bed. The room was unbelievably spacious and empty, even with my already settled in roommate in there, as well. Then I walked outside, and my mom told me to walk with her to the car, and once we got there, she said she needed to walk me back to my dorm so I don't walk through the woods alone. She held on to my wrist with her left hand and to an umbrella--shading from what, I don't know--with her right. Then, I went to a small con...