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!
I wrote this a few days ago in English class when my teacher was really quite late. It's not exactly done, but since I have a midterm on Monday, I've already wasted enough time doing things like sleeping.
Present Participle (unfinished)
Waiting, sitting, thinking
Dreaming, wishing, hoping
No class?
As everyone knows by now, yes, it snowed last night. Mass chaos ensued. At approximately 1:10 AM, some people noticed that it was snowing, and for the next 15 minutes, all you could hear were people screaming at the top of their lungs and whooping it up. Apparently, there were people playing soccer outside...shirtless, and sometimes even *pantless. Helloooo? It's freakin' snow. Maybe I'm just bitter because I was too tired to go outside and be cold and get wet. After a while though, the noise died down, and I thought their voices had given out (finally), but I think they all went to the Quad instead. The wonders of college, being 2 yrs old again ;). I think that's it, we're all on that brink of not being a kid/young person/young adult anymore so any chance to be crazy and silly and ignorant is seized upon and milked for every last ounce that it's worth. I think that's why I hate it so much sometimes. Honestly, I do want to just say, "Grow up, act your age." What is the point of stooping to that level of immaturity?
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Ahhhh....I love blogging. Too much I think. It's become a nice relaxing, creative outlet, and certainly time killer. AND it technically doesn't take as much time as an actual written journal because typing is so much faster than writing. And I have horrible handwriting anyway *sigh*, my best handwriting is deemed "good chickenscratch". So, Aimee rocks! Not only does she generously donate to my trip but she gives me this rad We've Got Blog book. I know all you loyal bloggers out there are dying to know what it's about. So I'll give you a few of the titles of the stories inside.
What the Hell Is a Weblog and Why Won't They Leave Me Alone?
Anatomy of a Weblog
Why I Weblog
Portrait of the Blogger as a Young Man
The Internet Is Not Killing Off Conversation but Actively Encouraging It
Weblogs (Good God Y'all) What Are They Good For (Absolutely Nothing--Say It Again)
The Four Noble Truths of Blogging
Put the Keyboard Down and Back Away from the Weblog
Building an Online Community: Just Add Water
From an Atlas fo the Difficult World by Adrienne Rich (Part 2 of 2)
I know you are reading this poem by the light
of the television screen where soundless images jerk and slide
while you wait for the newscast from the intifada.
I know you are reading this poem in a waiting-room
of eyes met and unmeeting, of identity with strangers.
I know you are reading this poem by fluorescent light
in the boredom and fatigue of the young who are counted out,
count themselves out, at too early an age. I know
you are reading this poem through your failing sight, the thick
lens enlarging these letters beyond all meaning yet you read on
because even the alphabet is precious.
I know you are reading this poem as you pace beside the stove
warming milk, a crying child on your shoulder, a book in your
hand
because life is short and you too are thirsty.
I know you are reading this poem which is not in your language
guessing at some words while others keep you reading
and I want to know which words they are.
I know you are reading this poem listening for something, torn
between bitterness and hope
turning back once again to the task you cannot refuse.
I know you are reading this poem because there is nothing else
left to read
there where you have landed, stripped as you are.
I got a lot of errands done today, and even some studying. I woke up semi-early in the morning and studied then after bombing the quiz for O.Chem (good thing they don't count), I tabled with Michelle and Tasha for an hour and two people left their e-mails! :D
I realized around 3:30 that I had only 1/2 hour to go get a flu shot. Yes, I voluntarily went and got shot. I had to swing by the bank first and for a dreadful moment I went into a cold sweat and thought...oh no...I forgot my PIN again. But then I remembered it and it was good. I came back here, changed, worked on the IV page for a while then suddenly remembered that I had to get copies of the O.Chem review problems from a girl at 3:30 in Suzzallo...but it was like 4:30ish by then. Luckily, she was still there, studying. Then I walked up the AVE to get passport pictures for my visa, which came out nicely, and then went to the U Bookstore. Man, it was kind of sad, but I didn't have my UW ID on me, nor did I really have the time, but they were giving out free UW Bookstore Nalgene bottles which were quite beautiful and free short lattes and everything was like 20% off or something. I went to try to see if I could get some more of those survival guides, but I didn't see any. I did see Minh though! LOL :) he was pretty much first in the line, I could just see him lining up an hour earlier and camping out. It's such a Minh thing to do. He's awesome. I bought some temporary small paper bowls from Rite Aid and then went to Wing Dome to get a burger. It took quite a long time. And now, I'm taking a break from studying. To 'rest my eyes'.
And I'm starting to regret being signed up on the Biology listproc because I literally get like 20 e-mails from them per day, either about classes to take, interships, research positions, and random events. They're interesting and all, but there's so many!
Unknown @ 7:12:00 PM
This poem is going to be split into 2 days because after a while it gets really repetitive.
From an Atlas of the Difficult World by Adrienne Rich (Part 1 of 2)
I know you are reading this poem
late, before leaving your office
of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the darkening window
in the lassitude of a building faded to quiet
long after rush-hour. I know you are reading this poem
standing up in a bookstore far from the ocean
on a grey day of early spring, faint flakes driven
across the plains' enormous spaces around you.
I know you are reading this poem
in a room where too much has happened for you to bear
where the bedclothes lie in stagnant coils on the bed
and the open valise speaks of flight
but you cannot leave yet. I know you are reading this poem
as the underground train loses momentum and before running
up the stairs
toward a new kind of love
your life has never allowed.
It's been a while since I've thought about this, but I can never seem to get my mind around the idea that people talk about me. When I'm not there. I'm thinking about this now mostly because I have spent the majority of my afternoon doing exactly that. And it's really hard for me to realize that other people must be doing the same thing about me. And that is a WEIRD feeling. I just think it's so amazing how say, I could be doing something totally normal, like reading or eating or something, and somewhere, on the other side of campus or something, people are sitting around in a circle, picking me apart. I mean, I have no problem with it being good or bad, but it's just the concept that's foreign to me.
Okay jez, this blog was supposed to done in time for Tuesday, but obviously that didn't happen :). Spent an entire 2 hours on the phone with Dan. It's a record I tell you, even more so that it's on a weekday.
Argggg, I still have like 2/3 of my wardrobe on my bed right now. I'm going to be wearing wrinkly stuff for a few weeks. I don't know why I dump it all on my bed when I get back to my room. I should just leave them in the hampers cuz all I'm going to do now is stuff them back in. :P
The play was pretty cool, it wasn't what I expected, they did go through the entire book of Mark. It reminded me though of the couple passages in the Gospels which I absolutely love and are my favorites. The woman who's child was sick and she said to Jesus that even the dogs eat the crumbs, the poor woman who tithed everything she had even though it was only a few pennies, Mary anointing Jesus with perfume (another great one was the washing of the feet with perfume), and also a couple really great scripture verses. I basically feel like I've read the book of Mark in 2 hours.
You know what's been really crappy lately? My throat has just been giving me the worst time. I don't think I'm sick, but I've been coughing because my throat has felt irritated. Maybe I just really strained it last Thursday at Mt. Zion and my throat has been trying to recover from it. I mean, when I drink some water, it feels much better. But only for a little while. I really should have gotten a flu shot. With the way things are, that is, 6 hours of sleep, food...what's that?, having to run around in the rain, and oh yeah, various stress inducing things/events/people. Don't even think that I'm just describing today. I think it'd be a fairly good overview of the last week and a half. So then, the question remains...why am I still up...blogging of all things?! I'm obsessed. Goodnight.
Unknown @ 2:09:00 AM
Yay, my laundry is getting done. It's been a long long time since I've done it, so I had to do 3 loads. 1 load for jeans/pants, 1 for whites/delicates, 1 for colored. I'm looking forward to seeing the play tonight too, The Mark Project, a play about the book of Mark in the Bible. It looks like it'll rock. The website is interesting. Quick and to the point. I love being a Christian :D, there's always something shocking about it, just when I get comfortable with what it means, looks, feels like to be "Christian" I get another perspective. Who said every Christian has to be conservative? No. We're extremists, shouters; passionate about what we have to share. Don't be fooled, we're here to rock your world.
Ah! I remember now, I was supposed to blog this poem for my birthday. Well, here it is anyway, slightly belated.
On Turning Ten
The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.
You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.
But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.
This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.
It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
Arggg....my arm is all messed up. Too much Mario Tennis. Yup, got a solid hour I think of it in, for realz, on the 64. I have to admit, I don't have any madd skillz yet but with some practice :D! Twas cool. I think I should have stretched my hand out first...
A terrific slacker day. After the Bio Midterm, I got caught up on e-mails then Brent dropped by and I also got a call from Jesse, who I hear from intermittently and he was calling to wish me a happy birthday :) awwww, it's amazing the people who remember stuff like this. Anyway, then I jetted to Gospel Choir which went well, except for the fact that I didn't have an umbrella :P pooh. Then I had to run to the HUB to meet with the IV tabling committee and choose a poster, :D yeah yeah though, Jeremy and I will be out on Red Square tomorrow from 11:30-12:30, come check us out! Then I had some pizza and walked all the way to Jubilee for HOP (House of Prayer). It was really good, praising God and crying out to Him is just a mind job. "Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me."--Psalm 42:7
Google rocks my world. I was thinking of this verse, but couldn't remember it well enough to search for it, but a few key words is all Google needs :D.
So yeah, the more and more I pray, sometimes I feel like I'm saying the same stuff over and over, but I'm getting okay with that. And a lot of the times, I just know that everything's not so cool, and that I really need to pray hard, but it's so overwhelming, the emotion of "ughhhh." or "AHHHHH" or *furrowed brow and closed eyes because a headache is coming on*, that I honestly can't pray. I just sit there and plead, without words, without coherent thoughts, just emotion, anguish, sadness, helplessness. And before I studied this verse some, I felt even worse that I couldn't even express my need in a good prayer...I felt like I wasn't praying right or praying hard enough and thus failing. But God doesn't need a "good" prayer to understand, He knows already what you need before you even know you have a need. He's not stupid, we don't have to break it down for Him. Okay. So you ready for that verse?
"The Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express." (Romans 8:26)
Amen :) The Word of God is good. It's so cool because it's totally like when I have a problem and I tell some of my friends and then they tell me, "I'll pray for you." And who knows me better than the Holy Spirit, and who has a direct link with God? It's the ultimate in "I'll pray for you" 's. So yeah, a long dissertation, but that's why HOP was good.
Unknown @ 12:50:00 AM
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Yay! My schedule is all worked out and registered for! :D Thanks ever so much to my sweetie, for waking up and calling me :). It took a while to get the fog of "...what's going on?...arg..." to get out of my head before I was like oh yeah, And realized that 1) It's the phone. 2) My alarm clock is going off (it's set on radio) & 3) I'm registrating in a few minutes. Anyway, I'm glad that's over, and I feel really awake. Here's what my schedule looks like for Winter '04!
Unknown @ 6:12:00 AM
To tell you the truth, the fact that I am 20 has been the furthest thing from my mind today. What with having to feed myself, the Bio Midterm tomorrow, registrating for classes tomorrow morning, and an extremely long church service...I just want to eat my canned corn and be in like 6th grade again.
LOL, I'm sure you guys are all looking at the image above and thinking uh huh.
Well I'm just wolfing down my last can of canned corn, and some noodles, and then I'm going to start memorizing like crazy.
Am I old? I don't feel it.
Irvin is freaking awesome! He made me a birthday .jpg!
*grinz* Happy birthday to me! I'm 20! Wow...I'm done with my teen years. "Officially" an adult? The party on Saturday was kickin'. I woke up late, cuz I didn't get to sleep until like 4:30 AM :P, then I had brunch at the 8, then went straight to the library, studied Bio until 4:30 PM. Got ready and hit up Little Thai with about 18 people, got some good Thai food in my stomach and then went to The Mix and got some ice cream to top it off. Watched the movie, Best in Show, which was very strange but had funny parts and the characters were endearing I think. Got juice with Michael and Josh, then hung out and talked with Michael for a while, then Christine popped over (mostly because she needed to go to the bathroom and was just using us for keys) and we went down to Tian's room to play DDR & Mario Tennis. Talked to some drunk guy who was teasing Tian about me being an "older woman" because it was my birthday and he was like dude, she's engaged and :) then I got to talk about that. I got two e-cards too! One from Kyle because he's super cool like that, and one from Dan, because I'm SO loved :). And I KNOW that I got way better gifts this year because I asked for donations for my trip than I would have if I hadn't said anything. I feel really blessed :). And on my actual birthday day, I am going to study like mad for that bio midterm. Promise. :) I think I'll study for a couple hours straight, eat, then go to the Bio Review Session at 5 then from there go straight to Jubilee.
Wow, I think that this is the most I've used the smiley face in any kind of electronic correspondence for a long time. :) :-) :o) :^) :D :-D :^D :O!
Some conversations can be carried out with only faces.
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Best Minds by Lesley Choyce (el fin)
But the howl of young idealism will not go away
it's there inside your heart;
it's there sneaking up at you at the subway stop
at Bathhurst and Yonge;
it's there looking at you from the bubbles in the watercooler
near the photocopier;
it's there in the upper right hand corner of the picture
of a car wreck on the front page of the paper;
it's there living in your closet with your favourite blue shirt;
it's there, a lost soul in the carburetor of your Lawnboy mower;
it's there in your voicemail like a ghost;
it's there on the other line while you sort out problems
with the Purolater man;
it's sneaking up on you when you least expect it,
watching a rental video of Jurassic Park 2;
reminding you that there's still time,
still time for the best minds of our generation
to give back instead of just taking.
Ginsburg was right:
"Holy the supernatural extra brilliant
intelligent kindness of the soul".
Yes folks, this long poem has finally come to an end. Look tomorrow for a completely new one.
Unknown @ 2:05:00 AM
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Saturday, November 22, 2003
