Just updating.

A lot of times I would create a "New Post", jot down a couple words, and press "Save Now", with the intentions of coming back and completing it at a later time. Recently, it's become a horrible habit, leaving me with around 25 incomplete posts, waiting for me to devote some love and attention to complete them.

Well, I guess today is just as good as any to start.

Let the pre-final procrastination begin.

The Curse

Finals are coming up.

Actually, let me rephrase that. My chemistry final is tomorrow.

Normal people would be going coo-coo right now, with the mental sirens sounding and screaming "ALERT! ALERT!" in their heads as they cram to make that finals stretch...

But as you can see, that's not me. I, unfortunately, was cursed with an unexplainably high tolerance for procrastination.

Yeah. The Curse so cruelly casted on my mind, taking away all the stress that I should be feeling and replacing them with urges to...

1. Roam around the house aimlessly

2. BLOG

3. Munch

4. Research the health benefits of all my munchies

5. Sleep

6. Eat some more

Despite not consciously feeling stressed at all, I know that my body is in fact VERY STRESSED right now. Because all the symptoms are showing- the sleepiness, inability to focus, and the forever insatiable hunger.

Which led to the ingestion of almost 5 lbs of cherries in the span of last two days (among various other snacks).

So. Good. Nom.

Gah.

I will talk about my berries-addiction another day. :D

Haitians

A lot of times, being the FOB that I am (oh how Jon loves to rub it in every single day...), I would look at a word, stare at it, stare at it some more, hoping it will register, and eventually bite down my pride and ask my companions, only to realize afterwards, as I stare at the same word again, this time disbelievingly, how incredibly obvious the word's meaning is, and how embarrassing my question came out to be.

Haitians. Yea.

Last night as I was staring at some many 200 sheets of yellow paper I stumbled across this word countless times. Haitians. HAItians.HaiTIANS. HUH?

Naturally, being the girl who can't NOT know, I asked my companion the almighty Bailey, "What are Haitians?"

And he replies, "Haitians...like, people living in Haiti?"

Well, DUH. *smacks forehead* I should have known.

Unfortunately Jon had to be there, and made me feel incredibly stupid, not to mention post it on Nina's facebook, and publish it to the world.

It's not that I'm trying to be oblivious to the world. Being ignorant is the last thing I want to be. Of course I known of Haiti, and all the unfortunate events that the fragile place has had the misfortune of experiencing. I know of the earthquake that happened, of poverty and the living conditions there.

But when the alphabets rearrange themselves in different functions, and my mind is on a completely different track, thinking of sexually transmitted diseases, suddenly, the words HAITIan and HAITI just don't pop and scream "I'M A PERSON FROM HAITI" to me.

I know, it's my fault that my mind doesn't operate on the "English" track like a well-oiled machine. I haven't entirely put forth much effort to try to improve my English (ever since I completed my SATs and tossed everything in the back of my head). And yes, English as second language can be hard, with all the colloquialism and syntax that aren't taught in the dictionary, but many people have succeeded, so I should be able to do the same.

But still, thanks for making me feel worse than I already do, world.

Of Living with Dictator 1 & Bully 2

I don't really remember the entirety of my dream last night, only snippets. One particular scene, however, stood vivid in my memory, and the tsunami of emotions that crashed over me at that particular time in my dream feels just as clear now as it did then.

I dreamt of a very expensive looking food processor. What was better: it was on sale. *insert JOY&EXCITEMENT*

What. the. Fuck?

Yea, I thought so too.

I guess it has been a while since I tearfully bid farewell to the good companion of Nina's former aparmentmate's handy-dandy food processor, and I guess it has also been a while since I last touched the oven. Lately, I haven't been inspired to bake anything. The closest I've come to wanting to bake was upon seeing some sinfully delicious looking Ferrero Rocher Macarons (with FR being my favorite chocolate dessert and all), but it soon died as I stumbled across some other exquisite looking French dishes that made me wanna COOK more than BAKE (namely Anthony Bourdain's Roti de Porc Au Lait).

Well, let's hope foodgawker spits out some inspirational desserts sometime soon, or fatty Jon's not getting any sweets.

Which, leads me to the title of this post: my housemates. or more specifically, Jon & Bailey & Nina. Oh how I love living with them. Everyday is filled with mild insults and playful banters that makes me laugh so hard that I think I might get abs just from laughing by the end of this year.

Dictator 1: Bailey Zhao

"You should be HONORED to be in my presence."

Bully 2: Jon Lin

"Go to your room. Yea, that's right. Do as I say."

and what are we (Nina&me)? The giggle girls & the minions.

"Oh yes honorable Bailey!"

I will be sad when Bailey leaves at the end of this month. (I think.)

I'll miss him though, no lie.

Start of Solidarity

Today marks the official end of my dormitory life. I was officially "kicked out" of my dorm at noon. Strangely, instead of emptiness, I was filled with courage and curiosity. Like growing up. I wonder how life is going to be beyond this point. And thus the adventure begins.

Today was also a step forward for many of my good friends, namely, the seniors from Marshall, Revelle, and Muir. It was their graduation today, signifying the completion of their four years of hard work. Congratulations. I wish them luck as they plunge into the adult world and become part of the working society.

Oh yea, today also signifies the start of Summer vacation. BOOYAH. Let's go play.

End of Freshman Year

The year came and went in a flash. First day of orientation, moving into the dorms, first day of class, fall quarter, winter quarter, spring quarter. All the memories still burn freshly in my mind. Where did the time go?

The end leaves a bittersweet taste in my mouth. I'm happy that I finished the first year of college (I survived!), but there are several things that I thought could have been better. One of which included regret for not knowing my suitemates (and the guys next door!) better until this quarter.

For the past days as I spent countless amount of time with them- going to Red Robins, going to PC, and just, hanging out- I've come to realize that how many times in a lifetime will I really get the chance to live with so many girls? How often does it happen when your friend is literally right next door? I mean, yea, they do little things that piss me off sometimes, but still. It's an experience that will be remembered forever.

And as I pack my things now, I can't help let sadness wash over me. I bite back my tears, and tell myself that it's okay.

Tonight's the last night in the dorms. Let's go have fun.

Steven Berra

So my friend and her boyfriend were talking in my common area and I overheard this conversation:

Boyfriend: "Duude, so like I saw Steven Berra today at the taco shop and I got to shake hands with him."

Girl: "Oh really? Did you get his autograph?"

Boyfriend: "Nah, I went up to him and said 'hey bro, just keep doing what you do.' Did I ever tell you that I think it's stupid to ask for someone's autograph? It's like, asking a person you admire to do something so materialistic like..signing their name...on a piece of paper. What's the point?"

Hands down. So true.