Day 002 -- finding order amongst the random

I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm not going to make it by posting everyday for the next year. I almost forgot to practice writing today! Lucky for me, I did remember and now here I am typing away trying to fine tune this essential skill.

Dream logs are supposed to help you remember dreams better, but somehow I don't find writing immediately after you startle awake after a dream very unappealing. If you wake up in the middle of the night after dream isn't the first and only thing you want to do is go straight back to sleep? Wouldn't getting up and really putting your brain to work and recalling a memory going to wake you up some more? I guess the underlying issue for me is the fact that you have to write coherent thoughts while you're still in drowsy and disoriented. Keeping a dream log would be the ultimate training exercise for the writer in training, aka me. I should probably give it a go, but the fact that its hard for me to fall back asleep after I wake up makes it an unlikely feat.

Day 001

The only way to get better at something is keep on doing it until you get better. It should work for just about anything -- shooting a basketball, teaching lab and writing. It's supposed to be that easy -- for normal people. For me, it's rocket science.

I am a terrible writer. Writing has never been easy for me. Remember in elementary school when you first learn how to write paragraphs and then graduate to writing five paragraph essays? The really formulaic and super boring type ones. I think mentality towards writing hasn't matured since I learned that draconian formula: Topic Sentence + 3 Supporting Detail Sentences + Concluding Sentence = Best Paragraph Ever. Writing is hard for me because I am the type of person who follows a formula like it's the only way to do something. It's hard for me to find the small intricacies to writing such that I can tweak it and make it my own.

I don't think jealous is the right term to describe how I feel when I read some of my friends' writing. Maybe a better term would be yearning or covetous. I'm not sure, both terms don't fully describe how I feel.

The purpose of this blog was to document my travel adventures when I was in Hong Kong. Clearly, I didn't follow through with that objective. It now serves a much more noble purpose -- improve my writing.

In the Summer time..

In the summer time...

I become obsessed with teeny bopper bands and crazy movies that make no sense.
I am extremely lazy and don't want to do anything.
I have a sudden urge to run, work-out, sweat, and feel the burn.
I have intense insomnia.
Taz sweats/pants up a storm.
I want to write in my blog, about nothing.

So, this summer is going to be a little bit crazy for me because I'm starting to make the final preparations for studying in Hong Kong! WOOHOO! Needless to say, I try not to get super stressed about stuff like, did I write the correct corresponding address in my application? and focus more on stuff like, I need to bring Taz to the vet to get all his yearly shots before I go. But being the worry wart and unorganized thinker that I am, of course I'm worried about the non-essential things and forgetting to plan the bigger things. Good thing I have my parents to constantly remind me of the things I need to do. Thanks!

Aside from Hong Kong preparations, I'm TAing for Mamm Phys this summer for Armour. I'm really nervous! Wish me luck!


I want to go back to the 30's and 40's, to when everyone dressed like that in a concert. It's cute. Maybe I'll bring that look back. ;)

Procrastination Nation

I finally have a charger for my laptop. For the past couple days I've been without one which is already very inconvenient but to add to it, I had two physiology lab reports to write. -______- It was during those couple of days that I realized how important POWER is! I'm soo happy to have my charger now. Yay COSTCO!

So, the typical girl is pretty good about applying make up and how to style her hair. I, on the other hand, am not. I think my lack pampering knowledge is due to the fact that my mom doesn't really do any of that stuff, so naturally she didn't teach me and I didn't think it was necessary. Not that I'm blaming my mom for lack of fashion/beauty sense. She's actually pretty good with her beauty advice: "Always keep it as minimal as possible. Natural beauty is the best." So maybe that's why I can only put on eye shadow colors of black or brown -- they're naturale. Regardless, I can't picture myself with heavy makeup. I'm probably going to regret not taking care of my skin later on in life. I suppose I should start motivating myself to preserve my face before it's too late.

Psych 60 was supposed to be the easiest class I took this quarter, but it's the most stressful class I'm taking as of now. Ugh, why are the easy classes the ones I mess up on? Do not underestimate the power of an "easy" class. They'll get you. And laugh at you when you get a B. Those bitches.

DON'T BRING ME DOWN.

RRRROOAARR!

I've recently learned that what you think is for certain, never really is.

On the other hand, this boy is amazing.

Humble Beginnings

When I was in grade school, at every new year's I'd make the resolution to write in my diary everyday! I remember I'd write on the first line of the first page: "Dear Diary. It's a brand new year and I promise I'll write in your everyday!" Of course, I was really excited and determined to do this for the next week or so. But soon after that I'd forget for a day or two and the next thing I know it's April and the last time I wrote in my diary was January 7th.

Not this time. I'm ready to take on a new commitment. I'm ready to blog often. So once again, I resolve to write in you dear diary. I pinky promise.