I am an Asian-American college student majoring in Technical Communications at the University of Washington. My Spring Quarter 05 Schedule: posTComm, TC 403, TC 407, ARCH 251, ESS 495.
All I need to do is find a PAID summer internship and I'm set!
Okay, so even though I'm like totally busting it here trying to clean my room AND pick out an outfit to wear (I know what you're thinking, I'm WonderWoman) I found this poem that I'm pretty sure that I wrote a long time ago on a scrap of paper and I had to post it, it's an awesome poem, I can't believe that I'm claiming that I wrote it.
No No Negated Love
A red tinged knife explodes
Shattering all preconceived
Misconceptions
Unveiling the stark tear
Rimmed eyes
Yearning.
It
Falls
Break. Open--
Damn.
Unknown @ 10:54:00 AM
Don't dangle a carrot in front of my nose
cuz I'd follow it.
I say I'm some kind of Christian
but am I living it?
I've got a lot of baggage,
I just can't beat it.
Not on my own.
And here it comes,
a big smack
upside the head,
and I'm down
on the ground
humbled and
A
S
H
A
M
E
D.
I've lost,
once again
quiet.
I need
acceptance.
I need
forgiveness.
I need
love.
I need You to promise
to always be there
to smack me upside the head.
I need that.
And You help me up,
You lift my head,
You dry my tears
and clean my scrapes.
You accept my faults,
My dirt,
My selective listening.
You forgive me for my disobedience,
for the pain,
for the blood.
And You Loved me before I was born,
You Love me as I stumble along,
And forever will You Love me
Because I am Yours.
It's hard to believe it's been two years since the 9-11 tragedy. May Your hand be upon those who are still under the heavy burden of grief and loss. Strengthen them with Your Love and Mercy and may they seek Your Peace in their lives. You are faithful to those who love You and You will not fail to bring about justice, maybe not in this world, but Your eyes will never forget. Help me Lord, to look beyond their acts, their violence, their hatred, and see You. For they were made also in Your image, and who am I to profane that? Give me the strength to stand strong and defend Your Word. For it is in Your Son's Name I pray.
Amen.
Yes!! If this order goes through I will be the proud owner of a 5th Edition Organic Chem book + solution manual all for about $130! Minus the CD, but eh, I never used the one that came with the chemistry book...
I think I have too many boxes.
Not enough stuff.
I need to think of ways to get buff.
Although, power walking around UW
Makes me work up quite a sweat.
Should I bring up a chess set?
Even though my brother
can kick my butt at chess...
But I digress.
I really like using my PDA,
It's sleek, sexy and keeps me "organized".
Not that I'm unorganized :)
I was a cute little girl when I was little
Fuzzy eyebrows and an underbite.
But hey! I turned out alright.
They say you should write every day,
No matter how painful,
Or how you might think it distainful,
I guess it helps bring out that exclusive
Muse. Writers' block sucks.
But I guess it's better than learning about magnetic flux.
*Shudder*
Now Physics, that was whole another story.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
Yeah, I like being random.
I offer up this shatteredness,
Needing, wanting, hoping.
You are the Master Jigsaw Puzzle Solver.
Build me from the border to the inside.
You've had my box from the beginning,
You chose my box from the multitude
Of boxes on the shelf.
My box of 1 billion pieces to put together.
You see the end, the completeness;
I am only in pieces, I cannot see
The seamless picture.
What picture will I be when I am finished?
Hands raised in praise?
A heavily laden fruit tree?
A well pruned vine?
A portrait of our Lord?
I can only obediently trust,
Having faith that "He who began a good work in you
Will carry it on to completion."
Philippians 1:6
Oooo, so Diane got Xanga, that's cool. It's kind of stupid though that Xanga makes you make an account so you can comment on Xanga members' blogs. Oh well, good marketing strategy I guess. I was searching through cool sounding Xanga webrings that I could join and randomly checking out the University of Washington webring when I realized that one thing that really annoys me about personal webpages is those really insensitive people who force people to listen to their music when you visit their site. Jez, I'd like to listen to some decent music, thanks. And of course most of it is looped so if you stay for more than five minutes, you get to hear the same song over and over and over again. At least give your visitors an option of turning it off, I mean, even those really annoying ads have an off button!
I feel like ranting, writing poetry and making my room even messier than it already is. Work is kind of stressful, you wouldn't believe how much stress comes with trying to print 200-300 micrometer dots on a slide instead of 600-700 micrometers. I am not going to think about work because it sucks. Ten more days...$800. Okay, that makes me feel a little better. I can't even imagine how awful this summer would have been without Dan around. It's been two weeks since he's gone back to WSU, and one week since the last time I got to kiss him. I really have no reason to complain though, I am certainly very blessed, not that I don't think my single friends aren't blessed (i.e. yes, I think my single friends are also blessed), I'm sure they enjoy being single and all the highs and lows of crushing and all that, it's like Ecclesiastes, there is a time for everything. There's really no reason to rush into anything, or to rush to be at a certain point in your life. I'm sure when we were all little, we all wanted to be older, to be 16, to be 18, to be in college...but is everything like you thought it would be when you finally got there? Was it even worth it? One year of being that magical age, a few years of being in that stage of life, and years beforehand tossed aside like dirty rags. No matter what age you are, what stage of life you go through, every point in time is bittersweet. It just depends what you emphasize, the bitter parts, or the sweet.
Unknown @ 12:12:00 AM
I really love the M.C. Escher tear away calender that Christine gave me, really I do, but the weekend quotes are really terrible. For example: "Something repellent, something that gives you a moral hangover, something that hurts your eyes or ears can still be art!" What really gets to me in this quote is the exclaimation point at the end, like they're trying to sell something that no one would really ever want to buy. The definition of 'art' is very broad and entirely subjective because it's one of the qualities of making art. I think though, that there are FAR too many pieces that are deemed 'good' and that sometimes there's an almost desperate quality to the analysis of them. Some art critics want to beef up their reputation so they make up outlandish views of what a certain art piece might be trying to convey, and I think the public is much too willing to eat it all up because they don't want to seem like they're low-brows. I love all forms of art but if anything, that is the one thing that pisses me off the most about the whole art culture. I wish it was all so much simpler, just produce something, give it to the public, and let it touch those that it has an affinity to and those that it doesn't, let them look elsewhere. But anyway, I think that I have finally found a weekend quote that I can agree with and that I don't think is stupid:
If one quantity cannot be compared with another, then no quantity exists. There is no "black" on its own, or "white" either.
Fifi 
Saturday, September 13, 2003
