Quote from tumblr

Here's a sweet quote I found on tumblr :)

“I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.”

—	Andrea Gibson

Food

I love food and I am always eating. It's quite a problem actually. Maybe even an addiction?

I love food.

The End.

Pretty Woman

In most of my posts, I ramble on about how unhappy I am about my body and how I look. I admit that I am a bit insecure and I do sometime wish that I was a bit thinner in some areas, and fuller in others. But sometimes I do look in the mirror, turn my body in different angles and say “you are quite a pretty woman, you know that?”

Today has been one of those days.

I haven’t lost any weight, just toned up a bit more since the last time I went to the gym. I just have on light mascara and a little bit of purple-pinkish lipstick to add color to my face, no heavy make-up. My favorite sport bra that holds things snuggly and comfortably and a pair of athletic shorts have been my attire all day since my run this morning. Nothing special is going on today (Except volleyball later tonight with some friends), so there hasn’t been any need for myself to dress up. I don’t know why I feel pretty today, but I do.

It’s a bit embarrassing, and I’ve been pondering whether or not I want to admit such a thing, but I’ve spent the last hour singing and dancing to my spotify playlist. In addition to that I’ve been posing in front of the mirror, pretending that I’m a model being photographed and imagining what it would be like. I think all young women do this at least once in their lives. We pretend to be that impossible being plastered all over magazines, billboards, and ads. And when we do, we suddenly feel confident, bold, and beautiful. It’s odd actually, how such imagination can make us feel good at times and at other times make us feel repulsive.

But the point is, it feels nice to think this way about myself, for all women to feel this way about themselves. We are beautiful beings, and we come in different shapes and sizes for a reason - to add meaning and depth to this world.

EL FIN! :)

10:00 AM, summer school is officially...

...OVERRRRRR!
Well, at least for me. :P

I'm so super duper booper luper fuper cooper...I don't know what I'm saying, but SUPER DUPER ECSTATIC right now! Even though I have to work in this humidity and hot sun before I leave, I DON'T EVEN CARE! I'm just so happy to go home and enjoy my last 3 weeks of SUMMER!! finally.

So, I gotta go catch my bus, pack, go to work, and then pack some more and go home! YEPPIEEEE! Although, I still have to come back tomorrow to get my futon, but that is OK!

I'm going to miss my HOME BOO! but now I'll finally get to spend quality time with family and old friends. Who doesn't enjoy that? :DDDDD


HAVE A WONDERFUL END OF SUMMER EVERYONE! <3

the sequencing of my day today...

Woke-up at 10:30 AM
Got-up at 11:30 AM
Chatted on facebook to the lovely wolfgirl until 12:20 ish
Left for work at 12:35
Got some gas on the way and got creepy smiles from the guy at the pump over.
Got to work exactly at 1. Clocked in and did nothing for 20 mins as I waited for instructions.
Weeded and cleaned paths for a while before spending 30 (around 4:00) minutes eating ice cream and chatting with my supervisor for that day.
5:10 - she lets me out early cause she doesn't feel like working.
Get home at 5:30 and make myself dinner (chajang noodles - I think I spelled it worng)
5:45 - EAT :)
6:00 eat some more and is phoned by the baby brother
6:20 shower
6:35 Listen to music and sing
7:00 opens up sakai to start studying....decides to facebook instead
7:30 gets sleepy and decides to nap...
10:00 wakes up from a text from a friend asking about the quiz tomorrow. Realize I've been asleep for 2 hrs and haven't started studying....phuck.
10:10 - drinks orange juice and sits around and watches the end of a movie with the roommate.
10:45 - checks facebook
NOW - writing this blog.

hmm....I should probably go study, eh?

uhm...YOLO?

On Sunday, July 15th, 2012, my older brother got married to the sweetest woman I know. I'm so happy for them both. I know he has been waiting for this day all his life because he use to always talk about having his own family and marrying a wonderful woman. After 28 years, it has finally happened. I'm so glad they met, even if it was a bit sketchy at first, but it all worked out. I hope they have a long-lasting and happy marriage with beautiful and wonderful children that I can be the aunt of.

This is a video a friend posted on facebook of the reception where we were dancing like crazy and being oh so embarrassing. But it place needed a bit of spice and a kick. MY cousin, Friend, brother, and I livened it up.

TIE#1 - Exercising

That's right folks, I enjoy EXERCISING! :D (probably explains why I'm a exercise and sport science major....)

Anyways...

Most of my friends know this already, and kind of find it puzzling because, I mean come on, who actually enjoys exercising? *points to self* This girl here.
Now, you are probably thinking that I like exercising because it helps me keep my body in shape. This is only partially true because my body really likes to expand because of my love for food, so that doesn't really seem to apply here. The real reasons for why I like to exercise are the following:

1. This may be too much information, but exercising helps my bowel movement. Who doesn't love a clean colon, right? This is one of the mean reasons why I like exercising. I don't feel constipated and my body feels clean and toxic free. I love how empty my stomach gets. It means I can stuff it again. :)

2. Exercising helps me relax. It really does! Lots of people listen to music to help them exercise, but I fuel on my stress and thoughts. I like to run outside because of this. Running outside, I can go anywhere and the distance is limitless with ever changing scenery. During these kind of runs I just go through all my thoughts, what I've been feeling all day and why, what people are doing around me, what I want to do with my life, how I'm going to answer a question on a homework, curse about a person to myself, etc. You guys should try it! You let out anger, sadness, anxiousness, and fear this way - at least I do.

3. After exercising, I can focus. When I don't exercise my mind is a mess. It can't focus on one thing and usually jumps all over the place to the different things I need and feel like doing. It's because I have so much energy. But when I exercise, I release some of the unnecessary energy and end up with just enough to keep myself focused on one thing at a time. This is the best way for me to make myself study. I gotta exercise before I open that textbook and pull out some paper and a pen.

4. It makes me feel good about myself. When I exercise and see that I can still run a mile or 2 in a set time frame, lift weights, and do all those other exercises, it reminds me that though I may not be as skinny as the girls in the media, I am still healthy and functioning normally. It makes me believe that I may be bigger or "thicker" than most of my friends, but I am still fit and still strong.

5. I can eat all the food I want without feeling too guilty! :D

6. Sometimes I can look at eye candy at the gym and people watch as I run. :)

These are the reasons I can think of at the moment. I also loveee playing sports, though I'm bad at them, because it's fun and I get to have bonding time with friends. :)

Until next time...
Gasybeans

Things I enjoy (TIE)

Hello everyone!
I hope you all have been swell and enjoying your summer with lots of sand, water, and sweat!
So, I've decided to start this chain (or whatever it's called) blog called TIE, Things I Enjoy.
Why? I'm not so sure, but I think it'll be more fun to read my thoughts on the happier parts of my life than just the usual, annoying, depressing rants. The first one is coming up soon! ENJOY! <3

Momma Calls Me Old Woman

Maybe she's right.

Today, I left/lost my cellular device on the city bus. Great. Just great. I don't know anyone with a phone at the moment to call the transit system and see if it is on the bus and I have no change to make one on the payphone. Plus, I have class in half an hour.

I'm not going to lie, I do have the same characteristics of an old person. For one, I'm forgetful. I always forget what I wanted to do, where I put things, the last thing I said. Ugh, it's just not a good thing. Especially if you're a college student.
Two, I apparently dress like one. I love those long maxi skirts with flowers to checkers and cardigans and sweaters. I can't help it. I like to be warm. :)
Three, well actually those are the only two I can think of.

Sighss...I hope I find my phone soon.

That moment of calmness

It's summer (period)

I don't know why I decided to take summer classes again after already doing it last year and hating that I did not have a break before the next school year. So, why do I do this to myself? I don't know. I just don't know.

Anyways, it's summer. And instead of spending this last hour cramming information for my quiz today (of which I did not study for) I decided to write this blog post because, well, it's summer and my brain does not feel like studying right now. Even if I did, it would be pointless because I would just forget all anyways right after I walk through those doors. Since this quiz is just 7% of my overall grade, it'll be OK if I completely fail it, right?

Sometimes I wonder what will happen to me in the future. When I think about it, I see myself working as a waitress, or something of that sort, and being upset about having to pay off loans while also really enjoying being out of school. I don't think I quite care as much as others about making a name for myself. I never liked the attention nor pressure anyways. In fact, I hate it. It makes me constantly nervous and anxious of how others will judge me and misunderstand me. You may have, or may not have, noticed by now that my biggest fear and pet peeve is being misunderstood.

It's partially my fault, actually. Being misunderstood. I never made myself heard. I was always quite growing up, and worked so hard at pleasing others I hadn't even realized the reason others had difficulty liking me was because they misunderstood the things I said/do. My sincere intentions to them were annoying and apparently prideful. It wasn't my fault that I was innocent and ignorant to my mother's boastfulness of her only daughter. I had grown up to respect my parents, and so when I became the new kid whose parents wished theirs' could be like, of course the neighborhood kids would have feelings of resentment towards me.

Even growing up, 'friends' would misunderstand me. Even my own parents. It took a long time for my mother and I to finally have this understanding with us that we have now. My father and I on the other hand are still a work in progress. It's difficult for the both of us. Of course, having to adjust to whole new different culture with very different cultural norms had a large role in this.

There are only a few in my life who understand me. I am grateful for them. Although I never realized the aspect of  being "misunderstood" was the problem in my life until now, I'm glad I see it. If I hadn't I would still be living life trying to make others like me to the extent that I forget who I am, what makes me...me. And I feel that I have been to close to hitting that mark already. SO CLOSE. I don't ever want to go near it again. Not now, not ever.

I apologize for the rambling. I will return now to my current situation.

So, here I am sitting in the library typing away with others around me probably thinking I'm either on facebook or working very diligently. Neither is true, I'm just typing up a blog. But yes, I think I will take this chance of failing this quiz, and hopefully - big HOPEFULLY - I will be more studious after today. I will kill those next 3 quizzes and I will DOMINATE THE FINAL! >:D
Why? Because too long I have wasted my youth studying and not living to the fullest extent. I may have been sincere with everyone else, but I have not been sincere with myself. Call me Selfish, but I need love to. And while I give and give, only a few have returned. (This makes me think of my cultural anthropology class and how reciprocity was a big things for many indigenous groups. Now that I think about it, it's also important in my own ethnic background. All my life my parents have put this notion in my head and I've been living in such a way without even thinking it. That was off topic and may discuss this in another blog later.)

Thanks for reading my ramblings. Love you all! <3

gasybeans

Pleasant Encounter

Today the sun was as scorching as it had been for the past four days. I had my bags packed, ready to get some studying on for my test tomorrow only to find that the 8 story building was sleeping in this Sunday morning. I looked at the pink paper plastered on the glass as it read in black ink "2:00pm - 10:00pm." It was only 10:00 AM. A little bummed that my plan was ruined and my pumped up motivation had disappeared, I turned around and began walking back to my car, and texting a friend if she was available to take a walk at the mall or something.

On my trip back to my car, there was a young man walking with his backpack on. We made eye contact and smiled at each other. As if on instinct, I suddenly felt the need to let him know the library was closed. So, without even realizing it my mouth had already opened and the words were flying out of my mouth.

"Hi! Are you headed to the Library?" I said.
"Yeah. It's right around this building" said he, pointing at where I just came from.
"Oh, yeah. It's just that Davis  (library) is closed."
"What about the UL?"
"Hmmm, I haven't checked."

Next thing I know, we were both walking together to the UL and exchanging names and other information about each other.

Of course, the UL and every other building was closed too. We both were bummed now as we took in the realization that our schedule for the day was now ruined. But instead to retreating to our homes, we stayed on campus under the shade of a large tree and talked about our interests. Eventually, we grew tired of standing and decided to sit in the shade by the library and chatted a bit more.

I was quite surprised with myself and with how much we were talking to each other. It was very comfortable and not awkward at all, though I was doing most of the talking. But he said he liked to listen and was absolutely fine with me talking. He was an athlete and I was quite surprised when he told me he was interested in global studies because he liked to learn about cultures and history.

We feed birds, migrated to his dorm building and watched 300 in the lounge, and drank cold drinks. It was quite relaxing. Eventually we had to separate and although I just met him, I felt a bit lonely when we walked our separate ways. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant encounter. It reminded me of how things use to be. How I use to always talk to stranger and then end up being friends. How we would exchange stories and opinions. Interestingly, I like talking to strangers. I never know what they'll say, what I should expect, or what their reactions are, but things eventually fall into place and I get to see and hear perspectives I hadn't thought of, and see that sometimes in life there are more similarities than there are differences.

Journal Entry

I think I need someone to talk to who can help me find and understand why I've grown to dislike a person so much.
Today, a friend was talking to me about how cute and sweet a person was, just as everyone else who doesn't know that person as much as I do. If only she knew the things that person has said about this friend. But, of course I wouldn't say anything. That person has enough socializing issues as it is.
This friend continued but stopped when she saw my face that read "I disagree" all over it and asked me why I was making such a face. Of course I gave her the "Nothing" answer with a tone that is really saying "It's better I keep my mouth shut."
The next thing she said made me almost fall out of my chair. She told me how much of a good friend I was and that this person and I have such a cute friendship. I wanted to run to my room, lock it, and hide forever. Apparently, I have fooled everyone.
I am not a good friend. I am worst than the worst. I'm afraid to fight and tell that person what I really think, how I actually feel. When that person hurts me, makes me angry, makes me sad. I deeply dislike this person and I hate myself even more.
My friend told me that she pitied this person. They have told someone that they are super insecure, that they think no one wants to be their friend, and that it took them up to now to finally realize that I wanted to genuinely be their friend.

I wasn't surprised at the first two comments, I've known them long enough to realize that. But that third comment really got to me, and not in a "moving" way - at least not a good way. I was a bit angry, annoyed, and irritated. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" I wanted to yell. I wanted to get in my car, drive 200 miles, knock on their door and say, "Are you kidding me? What have I been doing for the past 6 years? Not once have I ever asked you to be my friend, because I already considered you my friend. How many memories, how much of my moments in high school contained you in it? MORE THAN 60%! I barely knew you, but offered to let you stay in my house because I wanted to help you because you are my friend. How often have  I coaxed you when you were down? How many times have I always told you that you are my friend, that you have friends, that we care about you? Who encouraged you to play that only sport you love? Who made promises with you? Who kept all your secrets? I never judged you because I knew that everyone is different, but I always wanted to understand you. Have I ever taken advantage of our friendship? NEVER. I even attempted to be honest with you, but your pride, oh your pride, it didn't listen. Instead you fire something at me in defense. And I took it. I always took it. You always misunderstood me. I never knew how to react then, because I wouldn't realize you misunderstood me until hours later, after I've spent most of my time trying to understand why you said what you said. This is the crack. This is what has broken us. You don't see it, but I do. I feel hurt, used, stupid, and angry all the time when I'm around you. I feel like a failure, not just in school, but as a friend too, because no matter how many times I worked to keep you in the light, you always smothered it. And you have not once notice my fall. Even if you did, you have not once offered a comforting hand or ear. When people look at us, they see that I am the strong one and you are the weak. But I do not feel that way. When I look at you, I see manipulation - the strongest power of all. And I am a victim, because I can't say no, because I always want to help, because I don't want to leave anyone behind, because I would not want to be left behind. So, you say that you finally realize that I have always wanted to genuinely be your friend. Well, you're partially right and partially wrong. I did feel that way. I didn't really think of friendship as having intentions. It's not like I'm a dirtbag male looking for my fun for the night. No. I feel insulted with that statement. I feel that I had trusted you this whole time with secrets, some of which you have blurted out to people I barely knew, and yet you had NEVER trusted me. Maybe I am misunderstanding, but honey, no relationship can exist without trust, patience, and tolerance. I need help and my tolerance meter is about to reach its max."

Most feel sorry for that person, but I can't find my compassion anymore. I don't know what has happened. There have been so many little things that happened between us - comments, eye rolls, changed tone of voice, etc - that my mind has suppressed. I need to find the key to my suppressed memories, and fast, before I explode and loose all the sanity in me.

I want to be the genuine person I once was, again. I can't take this anymore. >.<

Ah, what to call this

I'll begin with an apology. My blog has been quite...dead for a while. Although I could begin my list of excuses with my limited access to a computer device for a week as a result of my Brother spilling food on it when I let him borrow it to write his final paper, which I wrote half of, I will not...OK, you got me. I already did. Nevertheless, I hope you all didn't miss me and my boring life too much. ;)

I guess I will begin this with a little bit of a girl's problem. That's right, it will be about gaining weight and looking fat in that tiny black dress. So, brace yourselves. You can't say I didn't warn ya.

As we all know, it's that time of the year where high school graduations are bombarding all the arenas and coliseums in your city. If your relatives or neighbors are anything like mine, this also means big parties where all the people invited are all of your parents friends that you don't know or remember and they claim to have held you once when you were a baby and expect you to remember them, but you know they only want you to know them because they know you're going to college and think you will be something big and they want be that person that points at the TV or newspaper or magazine and say "I know her/him. He/She knows me."
Anyways...with these parties come buffet style food. All you can eat, delicious food. So what have I done? Gorged myself in all this food. Why? Because it's free and I love food. And what are the consequences? I gain 5 pounds. Yikes. And now I shall wallow in my despair.

I know, this is stupid for me to be upset over. But I am now overweight and can barely fit the bridesmaid dress for the wedding. I will be that ugly creature that ruins the balance of the wedding. I miss being 120 lbs which was pretty good for my height of 5'2", but now I'm 10 +4 that weight, my double chin is back, and my belly has grown bigger than before, and my thighs aren't looking to good neither. Mehhhh. I need to stop thinking about myself in such a sad way. Why can't I be happy the way I am? Whyyyy?

Well, that's all for tonight. I'll post something more exciting tomorrow when I actually feel like typing. NIGHTS!

Wish Me Luck!

I have my final exam tomorrow! This 3-week course has flown by so quickly, that my brain is just like "final. what?"
I also just began my focused studying. I hope I can keep my focus and remember all these material tomorrow. Wish me luck! I'll need it. :)

Gasybeans

어떻게 (eo-tteo-ke)

wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

What am I suppose to do?
All my friends are asleep and I need advice in the love life area.
A friend of 10+ years just asked me out. O.O I don't know what to do.