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| Spring Quarter 2013 Goals. Sunday. 4.7.13 2:18 am Last quarter of undergrad! 1. Grades: No C's! >[ 2. Present a poster at Science Poster Day in May. Maybe at a larger conference during the summer? 3. Apply to more internships! 4. Eat better= less carbs and sugars. 5. Work on omo-plata all day everyday. Comment! (0) | Recommend! On Brazillian Jiu Jitsu. Tuesday. 1.22.13 12:45 am 7:10am. A beeping alarm rouses me from my sleep. I groan and reach over and turn off the alarm, then the one on my phone. A quick snuggle with my stuffed animals, wishing morning hadn’t come so fast, and I roll myself out of bed. I get ready and dressed, and I’m off to catch the first bus to campus. 7:30am. The second stop, and I’m off to the gym for my first agenda of the day. A white gi on, hair pinned back and in a single braid, I’m greeted by loud, intense rap music and the smell of bleach on freshly cleaned mats. A quick stretch, a simple clap of the hands and a fist pound starts the slow warm-up roll. As we warm up, more people trickle in and our practice really begins. Some days it is five minute rounds of drilling, some days it is just working on technique, but it always ends with some rolling. 8:50am. Off the mats I rush, to the nearest bathroom. The gi comes off, and on comes the clothes for the rest of the day. And I’m off, for my first class of the day, always arriving slightly out of breath and a tad late. I’m obsessed. I’m obsessed in the way you know when really love something, when you can’t exactly explain why. Sure, I could simply say, “I like the way it teaches you how to use what you have to your advantage and how the smaller person can win,” but that would not even begin to touch the surface of why. It is just the way I love science, the way I love to swim, the way I could love a person, unexplainable. Though, perhaps it is the way it connects me to him, but it isn’t that anymore, that was before my obsession. He got me to start, but they’re not the reason why I continue. Perhaps it is the way it is not just a sport of strength, but rather an art of technique. Perhaps it is all the chill and friendly people that I have met. Perhaps the reason is as simple as the endorphins being released during exercise. Perhaps so many things, yet none of them, even in combination can pinpoint my obsession. I don’t know, but all I do know is that it makes me happy and makes waking up an hour earlier every other day worth it. Comment! (0) | Recommend! 2013 New Year Resolutions Saturday. 1.5.13 2:12 am New Year Resolutions: 1. Eat less sugars and carbs. 2. Get into a PhD program for plant science! 3. Take the JLPT N2 in December. 4. Get my ass out of LA. Goals for Winter Quarter 2013: 1. Obtain the following grades: -MCDB 140AL: at least A- -MCDB CM156: at least B -EEB 162L: at least A- -Physics 6B: at least B -Japanese 100B: A 2. 3. 3. open mats (as time allows). 4. Study for the Chinese Proficiency Test in March! 5. apply to. -> NO ONE WANTS ME YET! BUT I'VE TRIED! Comment! (0) | Recommend! Winter Break Goals Saturday. 12.15.12 8:00 pm Winter Break Goals: 1. Apply for internships and jobs. (Applied to some!) 2. Study Chinese. (Very little got studied. :[) 3. Learn basic programming. (LOL I wish.) 4. Watch Breaking Bad, 007 movies, and Fate/Zero. (Started Breaking Bad, but did not continue. Did not watch anything on my list, but started Community.) Comment! (1) | Recommend! Perspective Monday. 12.10.12 12:52 pm I have often been asked, “Why did you like K-pop so much?” but I hardly ever gave a straight answer. I usually brush it off with something along the lines of, “the songs are catchy and the guys are good looking.” That is just the tip of the iceberg. It is not lie that I found the song catchy and the guys good looking, but there was much more that drew me into K-pop. At first, it was just that that drew me in, but the more and more I got into K-pop, finding a favorite group and following them, it became much more than that. Especially with K-pop, each idol is given a certain character that they mostly follow in public, just like a movie, but happening in real time. You see them work hard, laugh, cry. You see their failures and their achievements. You wonder to yourself, hey, these kids are following their dreams and making it big. Why can’t I dream big and work hard? And you do that. And every time you think you are overwhelmed, you think back to these idols and their overworked schedules, their lack of sleep, their flying all over the world, and their stamina to last three hour concerts. And your life is so easy. You just have to go to school, study, and work. So simple. No huge public pressure. No always being in the eyes of the public, always judged. So simple. So when people gave me slack about liking K-pop, judging me for simply liking pretty faces and nice voices, they choose to see so little. Give these kids some credit. They have trained almost all their teenaged lives to get where they are. I definitely did not have that kind of motivation at that age. More than anything, the culture of K-pop tells a story, a story of motivation and inspiration. And yes, I do realize that there are much darker side of K-pop, but let us be a little optimistic. [: Comment! (1) | Recommend! On Running. Sunday. 12.9.12 12:49 am Blue t-shirt, bright pink shorts, and a pair of white running shoes. Hair up, pinned back, not caring about how I look. Off I go; down Rochester, a right onto Veteran and my run begins. The run up Veteran is the hardest part, an uphill climb following the veteran’s cemetery. A little creepy at times, but I try not to think about it. All I think about is in through the nose, out through the mouth. My lungs and muscles get enough oxygen. I continue to run. I reach Sunset. The signature school sign indicates that I am going the right way. At this point, just about a third of the way done with my run. The terrain softens, no more uphill climb. A nice descending run, past the school of management I go. Thoughts start to flood my brain. What will I do after? What do I have to do tomorrow? What do I want to eat? How do I feel? My brain works through these questions, maintaining a steady pace and breathing patterns. I hit Hillgard. I know I am almost done. A rollercoaster of a street, it is called Hillgard for a reason. By now, my brain is empty of all thoughts, all my problems solved and cleared. I pass the W Hotel, hit Lindbrook and I am almost back on Gayley. Just a couple more blocks until I reach home. The large intersection on Wilshire is crossed, dodging the never ending speeding cars, always in a rush. I keep going, just a little more, my apartment is already in sight. I run pass it and stop in front of the lobby doors. I made it. My body is refreshed, and my mind is clear. Running, leaving the problems behind. Comment! (1) | Recommend! Obligation Monday. 12.3.12 2:40 am When asked the question, “But do you love your parents?” I always say I can’t say I do. And in response, I always get something along the lines of, “you know you do.” But do I really? I know I am supposed to. I mean, all children are supposed to love their parents. But why is it that lately, for the past five years or so, it has become harder and harder to say, those simple words of “I love you”? It has come to the point where they say I love you, and the response is simply a murmur of agreement. As much as I am obligated to say those three words, I can’t bring myself to say such a thing. Obligations are never spoken of, only implied. I am expected to do certain things. They say they just want me to be successful and happy, but what they really mean is they want to be paid back for all their hard work put into raising me. A part of them thinks of me as an investment for their future. If they raise me well, I will do well and in turn be able to take care of them as they age. Though I know they love me more than anything, but a lot of times, those are the thoughts that run through my head. These obligations explain why I live the way I do. Always busy, always more than I can handle, always stressed. There is not enough time for everything, both what I want to do and what I have to do, so time must be made. Graduating a year early, the sole reason is so my parents have one less year to worry about me and a little less stress on their shoulders. It is my way of showing them my gratefulness for raising me so well, despite our eternal war. Perhaps, even though I cannot say “I love you” to them, this is my way of showing it to them. Comment! (1) | Recommend! Work: Part Two Friday. 11.30.12 11:59 pm I never really took what the boss and chef said seriously, the whole “what a beautiful family” catch-phrase. I never really felt that close with anyone at work; until just the other day. It was a typical Thursday morning, though just a tad bit earlier than usual. Up at 5:30 and into the kitchen by 6:15. It was raining, but that didn’t deter our work. We carried on, covering our supplies with tablecloths, driving through a light mist of rain to get to our destination. Set up was as usual, quick and swift, and then came the standing and waiting for the players to come in. The we consists of five of us total, a short but strong half Irish and half Japanese guy, the tiny but feisty Spanish speaking Chinese girl, the tall and lanky engineer, the girl with the large, happy personality with a love for football, and plain old me. We had been working the shift every Thursday morning for just about eight weeks now. But only now did I realize just how they made a normally dreadful shift a much better affair. The realization hit me slowly, as the girl with the large, happy personality just was not her usual self that day. As the shift wore on, she told us her story. Of how she loved a man, but alas, he did not, and just mere weeks after seeing her last, told her he had a girlfriend. She deleted him from her life. No more texts, no more numbers, nothing left. You could tell she hurt, not just from her words, but from her eyes and her actions. There wasn’t that normal happiness in her eyes, the joyfulness that used to be there. All I could do was encourage her, tell her things would be okay, and simply offer her a smile of my own. I thought back on this as the day went on and realized that they had done the same for me many weeks back. I had not said anything at that time, simply brushing it off as sleepiness. But they were able to make me smile, make me feel better, and most of all, make me feel like family. Comment! (0) | Recommend! |
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