1. I am addicted to buying books. It's a terrible, expensive habit. I literally (ha, pun) have a stack of books that I have yet to read, and the problem is... I keep buying more.
2. I am terrible at studying. TERRIBLE. but i'm a good student, and pretty smart, so i make do.
3. I love Nutella. Nutella = > peanut better, jelly, etc.
4. I'm such a sucker for sad movies. and books. and epic love stories. I'm a hopeless romantic, basically. Case in point, Penelope is my favorite movie at the moment.
5. I have no idea what I want to do with my life after school, and it kind of scares me, but I know that I definitely want to be rich because I spend too much money. (Amazon.com is the greatest idea ever, next to Google.)
6. I miss the fearlessness of my childhood.
7. It bothers me that my parents can be so stubborn about school or what they believe I should do/not do. But I also realize that me and my mom are really similar and that's kind of scary.
8. I think everyone is really interesting and worth figuring out, you just have to take the time--that's why I really like psychology. too bad i don't really learn anything in psych class.
9. I fall in love with songs and listen to them for hours straight. I have really really holistic taste in music. and did i mention I've been forced to do SAT verbal practice forever.
10. I want to be a hand model.
11. I didn't have an oven for an entire year and a half so now I bake all the time for no reason and then I eat it all. It's really bad for me.
12. I'm bilingual, but I don't practice my Chinese enough, and I'd be considered illiterate in China.
13. I love English and history. Math is my weakest subject. I'm a bad cliche.
14. I don't want to save the world because it's messed up, but I want to feed starving children.
15. The only reason I'm not competitive is because I hate failing, especially when I try. That's why i don't like track because when I let myself care and don't win, it makes losing harder.
16. I'm a whole bunch of "could've been"s except I always gave up or stopped taking the lessons or procrastinated and didn't do it.
17. I love the days when I have both eyelid creases.
18. I love noncompetitive running, and running on trails. I really like the sound of sneakers hitting pavement. even if that's weird.
19. I have low tolerance for idiots. You should know how to read by now.
20. I read dirty books. Self-explanatory.
21. i've always wanted to have my name written in the sky by a plane.
22. I love PLANETARIUMS. Especially the spinning stars thing. I think that would be the most awesome place to be proposed to at.
23. My little sister is definitely going to be taller than me, but I really hope by only a little bit.
24. I never make exact plans, and even if I did I'd never follow them because spontaneity is my best friend.
25. As cheesy as it sounds, I really want to fall in love. On the other hand, I'm afraid my expectations are too high because of all of the fluff I've filled my brain with over the years. I don't mind a little grit, though.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Here at our remote test facility...
Growing up in an Asian household means that we don't normally "celebrate" Superbowl Sunday. Every year before this year, it has been treated just like any other Sunday. At most, my father and I would watch the game. Well, he would watch the game, and I would "watch." This year, my uncle and aunt came over with their adorable dog, the furry creature love of my life. We even picked up 30 wings from KFC, as well as two large pies. They were supposed to be thin crust, and while I appreciate the effort that the pizzeria made (it was a custom order) it came out more soggy than thin. The dough nearly collapsed beneath the generous distribution of sausage, tomato, pepperoni and mushroom.
As luck would have it, today is also my grandma's birthday. I believe she's seventy-seven now. I love her, she's fabulous.
Anyway, the game itself was quite remarkable. Let me just say that I have never fully understood football. I always knew what a tackle was, a fumble, and I had a vague grasp of the concept of a 'blitz' and a 'down'. I knew that the object of the game was to get it into the end zone, thereby scoring a touchdown. I knew that touchdowns had different point values, and all of the self-explanatory stuff. I also realized very early on that football is infinitely more interesting than baseball, which is one pastime that I will never appreciate. However, up until this year, I had no idea what the game was actually about.
(GO STEELERS)
So, with that said, I'm also disappointed in America for not living up to its hedonistic name. I don't think a nipslip will ever be a threat ever again, because they've only invited very safe, old acts to play during halftime. Don't get me wrong, Bruce Springsteen is great, but he's so far from scandalous.
In other news, this weekend:
Friday - Went to work. Then, Counties... in which I ran my personal best for the 1500m. (5:26!!) Also, the 4x8 qualified (accidentally) for state quals. No thanks to me, because I am the slowest leg on the team... I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, this means I have another 10 days of track. Errrgjlkadflaer. I also went to my first cliche sleepover, during which I had some of the most interesting conversations with people I never thought I would have such conversations with. It was fun.
Saturday - Went to work. Then, felt compelled to be a homebody. I stayed home and baked chocolate chip toffee cookies. They were delicious. And chewy. Yum. I've still got about 1.5 dozen left, I think... I also watched Made of Honor (it was cute) and Wanted (James McAvoy...yummmm I love his nose).
And today I went to work again. I'm also working tomorrow. Damn. (But oh, money... How I spend thee so swiftly). Oh, speaking of. I really hope the boss doesn't think I'm some sort of leper because all my shifts are me working by myself. There's a reasonable explanation for this. One that I have no desire to get into because it would involve a great deal of frustration.
Recently, I also watched Penelope (which I did not know was Canadian...) the most adorable movie I have ever seen. It was a heaping plate of cheese cum feel-good, but I loved it. And James McAvoy looked delicious. He made me realize that while I'm not certain I am attracted to a "type" of guy, I am definitely attracted a type of nose. It sounds crazy, possibly even obnoxious, but I find that it is also very true.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
cause i'm the only one you know who's not at home
It's New Year's Eve! Another year has come and gone, bringing with it a whole entire slew of events. So far tonight, my writing ability has been insulted, my weight has been higher than expected and or desired, and I am currently sitting down in my uncle's house, far away from the party.
They don't even champagne.
Oh well.
At least there's some great intoxicating "sparkling apple cider". It is gold medal, after all.
This year, I actually did make a list of resolutions. Whether I intend to keep them or not is another matter entirely. Thanks to the great heaping amount of SAT prep that has been force-fed to my brain, I think of the concept of "resolutions" in a whole new light. For one, I have been considering the actual definition of resolution. The infinitive, to resolve, entertains the idea of committing to something, of a commitment to change.
There are three things I truly hope to change:
1. TRY in school. Reality is catching up too quickly, and everywhere I go I am reminded that college admissions is right around the corner and there is no room for regrets, mistakes, or laziness. My procrastination was bound to have to come to an end at some point, and I suppose today is the best day for it to die.
2. COMPLETE the challenges I give myself, including the NaNoWriMo challenge and also the picture-a-day challenge. I'm definitely hoping to be able to do both this year, finally. The picture-a-day challenge should be simple, unless I run out of memory, and then it will become a drag. We'll see.
3. This third thing is something that I really do not have much control over. I want to fall in love, and not the half-way, unrequited kind, the genuine, drive-me-insane, intense love. I consider it a challenge; I would like to prove that I can maintain my self no matter who I am with--another resolution in itself.
I suppose seeing as there is 4 hours to the closing of yet another year, I should include an overview of the year, supposing that I even remember what happened each month.
January - Kimmi's sweet sixteen... nothing else comes to mind. Height of HDD.
February - Hard time for some, the play; disgusting, and also as mindless as I knew it would be, considering my "role" in the ensemble included a hideous getup of bright colored gauze. Made friends with random people who have since exited our lives, with grace, I suppose.
March - anniversary of Gabby, the beginning of the AP stress. got a tutoring gig, spring track season started, very painful. continued to question my like for
April - Panic time for the APs, spring break, eventful. Too personal to divulge.
May - hideous, stressful, I (sparingly) can not remember all the details of this month and hope that I will not someday have a terrible memory surge... if those are even possible. APs, very hilarious and cult-like considering we had to seal the booklets when done and also "NEVER" discuss the multiple choice questions ever again. BWAH!
June/July/August - busy, worked most of the week. Did nothing significant, really, but was overall a pretty fun summer. All things considered.
September - The beginning of the Crucial 11th Grade. The Year When It All Matters. First quarter began quite pleasantly--very high average, satisfactory everything, co-captain of XC with Taryn, albeit it was the smallest team yet. We did very well, personal bests all across the board. Some particularly dramatic events, once again related to inebriation.
October - My sixteenth birthday! Got the job of my dreams working at the library, met more exciting people, PSATs, hoped for the best, set more records, Halloween that I can't even remember--mazel tov to that. Except, I can remember. Relatively unremarkable.
November - NaNoWriMo came and went, busy with school, second quarter grades started off atrocious. Began to stop caring as much as I did in September. Thanksgiving at Uncle's house, turkey, etc. Fun times.
December - -------------------------------------->revelations. Some more pleasant than others, some easier than others, some more complicated than others, some less than transparent than others...
overall, the year feels as if it blurred past. I suppose it's always like that by the end of December.
Here's to hoping for a great, great year. Full of happiness and love and all that cheesy Hallmark card nonsense. <3.
They don't even champagne.
Oh well.
At least there's some great intoxicating "sparkling apple cider". It is gold medal, after all.
This year, I actually did make a list of resolutions. Whether I intend to keep them or not is another matter entirely. Thanks to the great heaping amount of SAT prep that has been force-fed to my brain, I think of the concept of "resolutions" in a whole new light. For one, I have been considering the actual definition of resolution. The infinitive, to resolve, entertains the idea of committing to something, of a commitment to change.
There are three things I truly hope to change:
1. TRY in school. Reality is catching up too quickly, and everywhere I go I am reminded that college admissions is right around the corner and there is no room for regrets, mistakes, or laziness. My procrastination was bound to have to come to an end at some point, and I suppose today is the best day for it to die.
2. COMPLETE the challenges I give myself, including the NaNoWriMo challenge and also the picture-a-day challenge. I'm definitely hoping to be able to do both this year, finally. The picture-a-day challenge should be simple, unless I run out of memory, and then it will become a drag. We'll see.
3. This third thing is something that I really do not have much control over. I want to fall in love, and not the half-way, unrequited kind, the genuine, drive-me-insane, intense love. I consider it a challenge; I would like to prove that I can maintain my self no matter who I am with--another resolution in itself.
I suppose seeing as there is 4 hours to the closing of yet another year, I should include an overview of the year, supposing that I even remember what happened each month.
January - Kimmi's sweet sixteen... nothing else comes to mind. Height of HDD.
February - Hard time for some, the play; disgusting, and also as mindless as I knew it would be, considering my "role" in the ensemble included a hideous getup of bright colored gauze. Made friends with random people who have since exited our lives, with grace, I suppose.
March - anniversary of Gabby, the beginning of the AP stress. got a tutoring gig, spring track season started, very painful. continued to question my like for
April - Panic time for the APs, spring break, eventful. Too personal to divulge.
May - hideous, stressful, I (sparingly) can not remember all the details of this month and hope that I will not someday have a terrible memory surge... if those are even possible. APs, very hilarious and cult-like considering we had to seal the booklets when done and also "NEVER" discuss the multiple choice questions ever again. BWAH!
June/July/August - busy, worked most of the week. Did nothing significant, really, but was overall a pretty fun summer. All things considered.
September - The beginning of the Crucial 11th Grade. The Year When It All Matters. First quarter began quite pleasantly--very high average, satisfactory everything, co-captain of XC with Taryn, albeit it was the smallest team yet. We did very well, personal bests all across the board. Some particularly dramatic events, once again related to inebriation.
October - My sixteenth birthday! Got the job of my dreams working at the library, met more exciting people, PSATs, hoped for the best, set more records, Halloween that I can't even remember--mazel tov to that. Except, I can remember. Relatively unremarkable.
November - NaNoWriMo came and went, busy with school, second quarter grades started off atrocious. Began to stop caring as much as I did in September. Thanksgiving at Uncle's house, turkey, etc. Fun times.
December - -------------------------------------->revelations. Some more pleasant than others, some easier than others, some more complicated than others, some less than transparent than others...
overall, the year feels as if it blurred past. I suppose it's always like that by the end of December.
Here's to hoping for a great, great year. Full of happiness and love and all that cheesy Hallmark card nonsense. <3.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
hearts break and skies fall but what we have left is best of all.
First of all, I'm utterly entranced by Sex on Fire.
on this day of weather so fine,
Your hand is shaking in mine.
the truth of your words goes
straight to the bone--
neither of us knows
how to be alone.
now you're feeding me another line,
but tonight i will not dine.
I've wanted to write a book for quite a while,
but how do you start a novel with chaos?
on this day of weather so fine,
Your hand is shaking in mine.
the truth of your words goes
straight to the bone--
neither of us knows
how to be alone.
now you're feeding me another line,
but tonight i will not dine.
I've wanted to write a book for quite a while,
but how do you start a novel with chaos?
Saturday, November 8, 2008
the word 'best friend' becomes redefined
Last night was the Chiodos show at the Roseland Ballroom. The line to get in stretched around a good two blocks; anyone with red and white tickets, however, got to go in first. The beauty of exclusivity. I did not have a red and white ticket--I had a print-out ticket, albeit on high quality paper.
The other bands playing were A Skylit Drive, Ana...something, Escape the Fate, and Silverstein. Have to admit, none of the above are part of my usual repertoire of music, but Chiodos is amazing live. The lead singer got so into it that it was infectious. I've never been so close to so many people in my life, literally, pressed against strangers that I'd never seen before and probably will never see again.
The most memorable moment of the night must have been the drunken fellow who came over and basically gave us a life-coaching speech about having fun and "living like there's no tomorrow". He complimented K, G, and myself, and then proceeded to speak directly to my chest. He was drunk, so it was done with absolutely no subtlety. Hilarious. I love random happy drunks.
I've misplaced my poetic eloquence. I suppose it will recover sometime around 3 in the morning. As of right now, I have nothing to do with my Saturday night save for procrastinate, compulsively check my phone, and hope that a good movie will come on.
My job at the library is mostly satisfying, although alphabetizing for four hours, and then watching people mess up what you've just rearranged can be quite frustrating. It does inspire me to write a novel--an extended story. The only problem is, I've no idea what the conflict would be were I to actually successfully begin writing.
I'm going to be so busy tomorrow, it's not even remotely amusing.
For one thing, I have to rush from one place to another: First, SAT prep--I did not even complete the reading comprehension homework. Ooops. And then work: I'm working with 1 of 2 pages I have yet to meet, and apparently she likes to work alone, so not sure how that will play out.
In other things, I am really upset that I have no idea who I am. Well, I take that back: I have no idea what I am truly passionate about. Even if I do, I'm not quite sure how to voice it because I feel as if I have been working on becoming this ideal college-friendly "package" of a person that I have become a generic, robotic individual with no true distinguishing characteristics. I am a chameleon.
The other bands playing were A Skylit Drive, Ana...something, Escape the Fate, and Silverstein. Have to admit, none of the above are part of my usual repertoire of music, but Chiodos is amazing live. The lead singer got so into it that it was infectious. I've never been so close to so many people in my life, literally, pressed against strangers that I'd never seen before and probably will never see again.
The most memorable moment of the night must have been the drunken fellow who came over and basically gave us a life-coaching speech about having fun and "living like there's no tomorrow". He complimented K, G, and myself, and then proceeded to speak directly to my chest. He was drunk, so it was done with absolutely no subtlety. Hilarious. I love random happy drunks.
I've misplaced my poetic eloquence. I suppose it will recover sometime around 3 in the morning. As of right now, I have nothing to do with my Saturday night save for procrastinate, compulsively check my phone, and hope that a good movie will come on.
My job at the library is mostly satisfying, although alphabetizing for four hours, and then watching people mess up what you've just rearranged can be quite frustrating. It does inspire me to write a novel--an extended story. The only problem is, I've no idea what the conflict would be were I to actually successfully begin writing.
I'm going to be so busy tomorrow, it's not even remotely amusing.
For one thing, I have to rush from one place to another: First, SAT prep--I did not even complete the reading comprehension homework. Ooops. And then work: I'm working with 1 of 2 pages I have yet to meet, and apparently she likes to work alone, so not sure how that will play out.
In other things, I am really upset that I have no idea who I am. Well, I take that back: I have no idea what I am truly passionate about. Even if I do, I'm not quite sure how to voice it because I feel as if I have been working on becoming this ideal college-friendly "package" of a person that I have become a generic, robotic individual with no true distinguishing characteristics. I am a chameleon.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
carefully construed pieces of bread?
My season is over. Allow me to reflect.
More than once I thought it morbid to be pushing my body to limits beyond what I used to think it capable of reaching. Still, I gamely counseled my way through yet another season
It was actually beautiful. Rewarding at best.
Personal bests all across the board:
Sunken Meadow 3mile: 21:41
Sunken Meadow 5k: 22:29
Riverhead 2.6mi: 17:54
Babylon Bowl 5K (3mi?): 21:05
Ranked season's best... Hmm.. is that pride I feel?
I think so.
I feel a bit literally challenged: uninspired is perhaps a better word.
More than once I thought it morbid to be pushing my body to limits beyond what I used to think it capable of reaching. Still, I gamely counseled my way through yet another season
It was actually beautiful. Rewarding at best.
Personal bests all across the board:
Sunken Meadow 3mile: 21:41
Sunken Meadow 5k: 22:29
Riverhead 2.6mi: 17:54
Babylon Bowl 5K (3mi?): 21:05
Ranked season's best... Hmm.. is that pride I feel?
I think so.
I feel a bit literally challenged: uninspired is perhaps a better word.
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