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!
Again, nothing has been accomplished today. The one thing I am going to do though before I go to sleep is finish a card! I must do that. I finally finished the poem for today though....kind of cutting it close, but it's still Saturday! :D
Transformed. Pseudo Calmness:
At UW, there is this guy.
He wears fox ears and three fox tails.
People make fun of him,
They think he's a freak.
But yesterday was National Freak Day.
And thus, he fit right in.
At UW, I’ve been confronted.
“You must choose one, and forget the other.”
No harm was meant to be done
I didn’t see it coming.
But yesterday was National Freak Day.
And thus, what was done was done.
It wasn’t the best way,
It wasn’t the nicest,
You can wish for an alternative,
But a butterfly
Cannot turn back into a caterpillar.
Ah...so it doesn't look like any pictures are going to get posted today. Went shopping today with Rachel at Safeway...they have some good deals there, I might have to go back again sometime and get some more cheap food to counteract the depletion of my funds from eating at the "8" all the time. I can't believe it's so late already, almost dinner time and dinner is looking to be a big extravaganza since some friends from good ole Tri-Cities is here to visit. Yup, us TCers, we stick together like glue.
Unknown @ 5:33:00 PM
I'm finally going to sleep. Halloween has never been so long. Pictures from the par-tay will be up super soon, it'll probably be the next post. Wow, so it's Saturday. I'm going to have to think up a poem sometime today. I would hope that ya'll at LEAST read my Saturday poems, since they're the ones written BY ME (or Dan or maybe someday a friend).
Basic breakdown of my day: Lunch with Christina was really good, it was great talking to her and laying it all out. Bio was not so cool, didn't do so hot on the midterm. Pool with Shiaokai and Jon was cool, I translated some of that anger into the pool balls thus prompting Jon to tell me that I need anger management more than any of them (even though they're CS). That was cool, I skooled SK a few times :) but he's a nice guy I think he knew that I needed to win. Then it was just mass hanging out, dinner at "8", then hurriedly dressing for the par-tay cuz Brent showed us a bunch of really weird but definitely cool vids that he made. The party was cool, everyone started showing up around 11ish, and it was SO cute :), Samantha and Carol, when I told them that I was heading back, clung on to me and were like, "NOOOOO, you're not leaving! Don't leave!" I definitely felt loved. Then when I got back to the dorms, I wowed Kyle at his door with my ninja act, but he was certainly unimpressed so I went in and watched the last bit of Othello with him, Rachel and Brandon. It was very sad. Shakespeare was some depressed dude. Then I sat and talked with them for a while, and then went back to my room where I talked with my tri-city group minus SK who's from Shoreline. Then all of us walked Christine back to Lander. And that brings me more or less to now. It's past 4. I am sleeping in, fo shizzle.
Unknown @ 4:07:00 AM
So I'm at Odie right now, but I can't study, because I don't have any of my textbooks, so instead I'm going to blog!! Productive huh? I think though, since I have like 45 minutes, I might do this blog and then go read Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad for a while, since I have to have that read by Monday. Fun fun I know, I'm sure I'll enjoy it even more the second time around. Why the poem today? I guess I've just been reflecting upon just how much hinges on what you say, how you say it and how the other person takes it. It's a really scary thing, serious conversations, because one sentence can make or break the relationship. AND IT'S NOT LIKE IM! You can't just sit there and have time to think, time to phrase your comment so that it says what you really want to say. Words stab. They hurt. They make you bleed. And it's not always the speaker's fault; sometimes it's you. People lie. They do stupid things for selfish reasons. I don't want to talk to you, I might hurt you with what I say. I don't want to listen to you, you don't know what you're saying. Fine. Just pretend. Hide. Yell, scream, get furious. Close your eyes...disappear.
Today is national freak day. I am dressing up as a ninja freak. I tried it on yesterday and Diane laughed at me. I think that means that I look okay? ;) no seriously, thanks a ton to Rachel, Kyle and Brandon who spent the time picking it out for me, it actually does work and you can't even tell it's me because all you can see is my eyes. I took some pictures last night. Yes, I shall bring my camera tonight to Clement's party and it'll be rockin'. Well, this blog took longer than I thought...not that I really wanted to read that book :P. It's pretty short. Not even 100 pgs. So yeah ;) totally keep on checking this site cuz I bet I'll have the pictures of the party tonight up sometime soon. Make sure to laugh real hard at the ninja freak. I'll try my best to act real cheesy. Maybe I can find someone who knows how to make those paper flat stars and complete my outfit with some dangerous weapons. :D Paper cut woot!
Unknown @ 12:12:00 PM
While riding the chair lift with Annie
she asked me
what are you gonna do
I said
live off my wife
she is supporting me at a lifestyle
to which I would like to become accustomed
Annie became silent
To ski you must
become one with the fall line
this is the zen
but Annie could not forget the pain
she brought with her to the mountain
and she carved my comment
close to her heart
At the end of the day
I brought the car around
she threw her skis into the trunk
threw her poles at the back of my seat
got in to the back of the car
and slammed the door
I asked
if she had a problem
she huffed like an angry bear
and said
it's called teamwork
I don't know what you would do without Yvonne
This caused me to think
she believed I was useless and dependent
and I admit my anger got the better of me
Annie I suspect you are commenting
on something that is none of your goddamn business
Well that kind of broke the ice
later we said we were sorry
But you see how just one little story
can turn the heart
harden the arteries
tighten the lips
just one phrase
can twist the knife.
I really need to buy some more jeans, the Tommy pair that I've had for a few years has a hole in it :(! I tried on a few jeans at the Gap, but they didn't make my butt look very good, which is one of the most important criteria that I use when I jean shop. I also went to QFC this morning and bought a ton of groceries. How much is a ton you ask? How about $81.81? 33 items, 28 of which are shown below along with the massive receipt:
Items not shown: Bounce Dryer Sheets, Pineapple chunks, a gift item, & two boxes of Hot Pockets
Mmmm food!
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
--William Carlos Williams
Oh my gosh.... :O I get my O.Chem midterm back in about half an hour. I don't even know what to expect. I don't know what kind of a grade I would be happy with. Obviously if I don't do a little above the median I'll be sad.
Unfortunately, for some reason, I could only add one event and it won't update anymore...I don't know. But YOU can add an event if you'd like!
Unknown @ 8:26:00 PM
Woke up early this morning and from my bed
looked far across the Strait to see
a small boat moving through the choppy water,
a single running light on. Remembered
my friend who used to shout
his dead wife's name from the hilltops
around Perugia. Who set a plate
for her at his simple table long after
she was gone. And opened the windows
so she could have fresh air. Such display
I found embarrassing. So did his other
friends. I couldn't see it.
Not until this morning.
--Raymond Carver
Sometimes the worst part of finding something cool to do, an event to go to, is the fact that you have to find someone to go with you. And even if you don't really particularly care if anyone goes with you, you feel obligated to ASK. I'm getting sick of having to badger the half a dozen people or so that I know to go to events with me. It's not like I don't like having them come with me, it's just the badgering part. I'm thinking a really good solution to this would be to make a bulletin board or something and post events, calender-like and with descriptions. Then, everyone would know the events I'm going to be at, and if they were interested, they could just go, instead of having to politely say, "um yeah, that's usually the day I reserve for doing laundry." I hate asking people, but then I feel like a loser if I can't get even one of my friends to go with me after I've asked all of them. I'd rather just stop asking them all together and go to all of these events by myself, BUT I feel bad knowing that one of them might have loved to go and had an awesome time, but just didn't know about it because I was selfish and didn't invite them. It's all very stupid.
Unknown @ 11:54:00 AM
So even though like 2% of my reader population reads the poems that I post I'M GOING TO POST THEM ANYWAY, whether you like them, hate them, or just plain ignore them. I happen to enjoy doing it. And since I own this thing, that's what I'm going to do.
I try to keep them (fairly) short don't I?
Why I Am Not a Painter
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have sardines in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. "Where's sardines?"
All that's left is just
letters. "It was too much," Mike says.
But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it oranges. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called sardines.
-- Frank O'Hara
This poem is so awesome, it really draws out the whole, crazy insane creative person thing. I swear, anyone who is truly passionate about their creative medium, whether it be an instrument, dance, acting, drawing, painting, singing, writing, stand up comedy, sculpting, carving, collage making, digital graphics or even perhaps programming, they have to have a little of that crazied obsessed eccentric spark about them. Maybe not all the time, but every once in a while, it can jump out of the bushes, flash you and run off, leaving you standing there shocked and confused. And that's what makes creative people creative. How can you hear your muse if you're not wide open? And that's what makes this poem funny and ironic and so true. Only an artist, only a writer could pull something like that off. And with style.
Unknown @ 3:00:00 PM
HA HA HA, this just totally reminded me of that conversation I had with Diane and Jon in the CS building once last year. We were having a discussion on how there must be a limit to how good-looking you can be vs. how smart you are.
Thus...this picture is dedicated to that conversation. :)
Oh *sniffle* I'm so happy after looking through everyone's comments, so many people read my blog, it's so cool :). Yeah, it was kind of scary, we just left Jason on the side of the street, hoping that he'll find his own way back to SPU. It's a good thing that God's always watching out for his kids.
In other news, I just downloaded 122 pixs from my camera. 15 of those are of my view outside of Haggett + Steve's Birthday Bash. The rest of the 100+ pictures are from San Juan. I'm going to have a heckuva time organizing. There's probably going to be like 2 albums solely devoted to this trip. :D Look for it soon ya'll!
Unknown @ 11:27:00 PM
In short, my official day yesterday started off with a bang. I overslept so I was woken up at 6:47 AM, and the van was leaving at 7:15. I technically only had 10 minutes to get ready, get all my morning stuff packed and then spend the rest of the time sprinting across campus. Believe me, I was panicked, more in the, "I can't believe this is happening to me..." kind of a way. I forgot one really super important thing though...my contacts. Good thing I'm not as blind as a bat. Anyway, Saturday at Friday Habor Labs in San Juan was really awesome, there were lots of laughs, good food, slimy sea creatures, and some studying of O.Chem. Then this morning, before brunch, Rachel, Diana, Vi and I walked to the edge of this cliff where there was this awesome gnarly old tree and this wooden bench which overlooked the Puget Sound and was just the quaintest place. Today's poem is kind of about a tree. I love this poem so much, there's just so much smacking-upside-the-head going on. Pictures from this Bio field trip will be posted some day since I know I took A LOT.
A Work of Artifice
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.
Fifi 
Saturday, November 01, 2003
