10 April 2012

Blergh.

No more blue skies or warm weather.

Sacramento is too depressing. Gloomy clouds and overcast skies. Back into this mundane life at home.

I despise it.

09 April 2012

Journey to Grenada

Written 3/30

The plane will soon land in Grenada and I will be reunited with the boyfriend. I am excited, I am scared, and I am anxious. As with any new endeavor, the unknowns of this island make me nervous. There is so much I be explored in this new land. I hope it will be as wonderful as it should be :D

I found little sleep the previous night. I was brain dead while studying for an exam. No naps in-between. I slept for a few hours at Andy's house before heading to the airport. On the plane, I have been drifting in and out of consciousness. Even with a lack of rest, I am so ready for this adventure!!! :]]

I hope the people at customs are nice ;[ waaahh. Back to reading now :]

Journey Home

There's so much to say about my trip. I loved the island and it was so much fun. I'm happy I got to spend time with the bf, and it felt like we had never left each other. We had adventures and we explored the island. We also got to bum around like how we usually would at home. It is nice to know we are still able to do those things together, even if our laziness prevents us from going out on some nights! (we often knocked out from food coma and woke up around 3am.. Or one of us would wake and the other would refuse to wake up... Usually me :D)

Reflection post later. I'm just happy and sad right now. Boarded the plane to get from Miami to LAX. Then it's LAX to SFO! I want coffee!!!!!

16 March 2012

Turning off the Watcher again. I will begin to churn out thoughtful/thought-provoking posts again, once I figure myself out.


I need to write to just write. This is an exercise for me. I don't have to write pretty for anyone. I don't always have to do something for someone else.

I need to accept that sometimes, it's okay to be selfish. There's always a line for moderation: don't be too weak, but don't be too condemning. Seeking the perfect balance is a challenging task. I am having so much difficulty finding inner-pece within myself.

This past week has been mundane. Each night brings out a self-destructive anxiety attack. I stay up for hours to look for whatever is missing in my life. I look for meaning. I look for something, anyything for motivation to continue to work.

Thinking about the future is nice. Thoughts about the future transform into the fundamental basis for goals. But sometimes, we need something in the present to keep us focused. I am looking for that. I am hoping to find that not everything I do will be useless later. I am looking for some sense of worth.

The search continues. Another night of anxious feelings. 


13 March 2012

Vietnamese coffee for dinner was a bad idea. It has left me with too much energy. I feel jumpy. I feel anxious. I feel nauseous.

Maybe it was the Greek yogurt before dinner + spicy bun bo hue + coffee combination. Hrm.

This combination of anxiety is too much for me. I have too much energy and too many things I want to channel the energy towards: studying, working through physics problems, reading amazing stories, writing about deep thoughts, watching shows, more running, etc.

I want something more. I always want more. I want to experience all of the endless possibilities of life. There's so little time to accomplish everything. More than often, I find myself sitting still and contemplating what to do. Time passes by too quickly during those pensive moments. And before I even realize it, the day is done. I need to be more assertive with my decisions.

At this particular moment, it has taken about two hours for me to finally write this post. I'm too jumpy. I think too much and do too little.

There's always more to life. Contemplating it isn't enough. Talking about it will never satisfy me. I must do more. I need to constantly be reminded of this simple idea. Sigh. This surge of anxiety is too much for me right now. It's still a good reminder to define passion and drive.

The laziness subdues this feeling. Sometimes, I relish it. Being lazy calms my nerves. But AHHH!!

I want more. I want more. I want to know more. I want to accomplish so much. I'm nervous that I won't be able to do everything in my life.

Right now I want someone to calm me down. But he's too far away. I want him to tell me that everything will be okay. I need him to tell me not to be nervous. I need to know that life won't be such a pain. I want too much right now. I don't know how to express anything.

Been searching for something good to read to fill the empty spots in my brain. GAH.

Turning off the Watcher in my mind to type away. Mindlessly.

Show me. Show me.

I think this song sums up my feelings a bit:



Tell it to me with your mouth


But when it all comes down
You gotta show me show me
Show me, show me
you can say it feels right say it to me all night
I don't think you'll understand
Love is not a gimmie gimmie
If you really with me you gotta show me




Life: the culmination of desires and feelings, and the willingness/strength to pursue those desires. Actions are so much more. Dreaming isn't enough. This is what I need to be successful and happy.

I know what I want. I've always known where I want to end up and what I want to become. But it's so scary to even get there. The challenges. Ah. The hardships along the way. Again, I need to work on building up the mentality to get there.

Rant rant.

Let's work towards a good future. I want to keep dreaming. I want to believe it will be real. I need to make it real. Small steps. Baby steps. I'll start with doing more homework problems.

Challenges. I know the next two years of my life won't be the easiest. Praying for the strength to endure and to grow from this process. I have so much more to learn. I need to be more patient. I need to be kind. I need to be tolerant. I need to be understanding. I need to know how to accomplish small goals. I need to think about my words. I really need to be patient with my family.

So much to work on.

I am afraid of failing.

08 March 2012


taken from tumblr. credits to candytomysoul

Run.

For the past few days, I have been spending my afternoons and evenings jogging through the neighborhood. I pass by areas I've known since my earliest childhood days: the paths I explored with elementary school friends, the roads my parents drove to take me to school every day (the same one mother and I biked through every summer), and the familiar walkways to the river, containing the pretty pebbles I sorted through while my grandparents watched, amused. (They helped me wash the pebbles to form a collection. Grandpa always pointed out the small details in nature, especially trees, then translated them into sketches when we got home. Nostalgia.)

So much time has passed since those days. 

So many things have changed in the immediate area. So many things have changed with those around me. So many things have changed with me. 

We will be leaving soon. I have waited for this day for a long time -- waiting to move on to a new chapter with my parents. It's scary. 

I have been lucky with the stability they have provided me over the years. They allowed me to savor details from my childhood. They indulged me in an ever-present reminder that the past is contained in the present. The past trails behind the future, no matter how much time has gone by. It never truly disappears.

The distance I run increases in small increments. Progress has been slow. But everything about the jogs have been to exercise my mentality, endurance, and patience. While going through these jogs, I am immersed with memories of my childhood. I keep running on the sidewalk as the memories trail behind me. I look ahead, and they are still there -- a blur, waiting to be recalled. And even if they are seemingly forgotten, they remain floating, untouched, and unnerved by time.

I run for fitness. I run to increase endurance. I run to strengthen mentality. May the past bring inspiration for the process to continue. May our future be filled with pleasant memories to accompany our past.

I am realizing that I run to remember how to be me again. 

The quest for inner-peace continues. 


03 March 2012

I missed the recap from last week, so I will post it later. Here are the photos from this week (starting from Sunday, 2/26):

Amanda marbled my nails after our family dinner.


Thomas brought me sushi after work :] !! 

Studying with the bf on vidchat while arguing about which show is better: Doctor Who or House. Obviously, the answer is the Doctor! He travels through space and time, without the anger problems and Vicodin addiction.

Cafe con Chocolat while studying on Wednesday. Briefly saw Christina and Andy came by, too!

Bar review at Our House with my favorites! :] I got my nickname that night :D

Cafe Rolle with my uncle, Amanda, and her father. This was a sort-of hangout/lunch before uncle left for Vietnam. Family time! 

Trader Joe's after a day of starvation. Note to self: bring food with me next time :X
Oh my, I take a lot of food photos.

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