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Wednesday, July 23, 2008
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i was on my way.
Almost there, almost through, almost done.
Now is not the time to be shutting down. One more day of class, one more important exam left.
This morning I woke up wondering if something was wrong with me. I probably should visit a physician soon, take a blood test and figure out once and for all if I have diabetes, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, or the combination of all three. (The excuse is I'm terrified of needles.) It runs in the family and I'm not exactly doing my part in staying fit and healthy. I should have that sorted out instead of wondering if I'm unknowingly diseased.
What leads me to this conclusion are the many instances where I just could not roll out of bed. I would lie there and be conscious enough to realize I have to get up and finish homework, but it feels like I can't move. Five minutes turns to half an hour, which then becomes two hours where I'm stuck on the bed, unable to move. It's like I'm in limbo. There's a heaviness to my limbs and no matter how much I've slept the night before, I never feel refreshed. More sleep. More sleep. When I do succumb, when I do close my eyes and drift away, reality becomes twisted, seamlessly blended between the worlds of sleep and awake. I can't tell which world I'm in most of the time, but there is always a single thought clawing against the back of my mind, screaming "get up! get up! get up!"
"Get up" is exactly what I want to do, I just can't. It's an impossible task.
To be honest, it feels like crashing. Like the slow moments before impact as everything around you slows to a crawl. You notice so many things: the cracks in the wall, the sensation of falling, the sense of dread and anticipation of pain, but you can't stop. When I'm in this state, I open my eyes and I see my room, I hear the voices of my cousins and their footsteps from outside, and I'm awake while sleeping. I'm a goner. I'm falling toward the wall, plummeting toward an uneasy end.
Usually I somehow manage to save myself in time. I get out of bed and in my groggy state of mind, I take a shower, hoping it makes me feel better though I know that it doesn't. Even a shower can't wash the sleep out of me. Each movement is a struggle, my limbs heavy like someone replaced my blood with lead. In any given moment, I could fall into a relapse and sleep forever, but with a stroke of luck, I don't. The story continues. But sometimes I wonder what would happen if my luck ran out, if I just fell asleep and stayed that way.
That's a frightening thought, actually.
Monday, July 21, 2008
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i see you when i try to forget.
I found my blogger. Actually, I have two: one that's for photos and the other is to write in when I'm completely upset about something. I never write in the latter one when I'm happy; it's just an unspoken rule. I don't know why I feel the need to have so many writing spaces either.
But I do: xanga, livejournal, blogspot, and facebook too, but I don't use it as often. Writing is such an intimate practice, and my facebook has become such a public place. Anyone can see it .Who cares if I can control the settings? Just the fact that I'm connected to 145 people who can watch my every move, every time I change my status, add photos, or make a new friend. They'll know about it, all 145 of them. So facebook is where I put on my tatemae in it's most extreme form.
Xanga is more for sentimental values, I guess? I've had this for years. I started a new xanga and that was where I was going to practice writing "stories", but my attention span was always the shortest of the crop so that plan died. I think it's sitting somewhere, gathering dust. The writing wasn't particularly good there either. (Please don't bother trying to find it. I'll just be even more embarrassed.)
Still, though xanga is the longest, I still feel the need to wear a "public" mask whenever I'm writing on here, though the said mask isn't as strong as the one I present on facebook. That's because not everyone knows about my xanga--you can't easily connect a face to account here. Most of this is "masked" writing is reflected in my more recent posts, I think, though I have been showing more personal aspects of my life (mostly through photos). If I were to categorize my xanga entries, I would say that the content is a more polished documentation of my thoughts and memories. So xanga is like a published memoir where I share aspects of my life--but not everything.
Livejournal is where my uncensored thoughts are, where I write without having to worry (much) about what other people say or think. As a consequence, livejournal is filled with more pointless posts, in particular, whenever I'm passing through different fandoms. Short one-liners are usually found here, some of which is mostly found in the form of an incoherent run-on sentence. Livejournal is also where I keep translations for my favorite Japanese bands, and yes, I even have an account for another failed attempt at writing fiction... again. Or rather, fanfiction. But that's a memory I would like to forget if at all possible. (Don't try looking for it!) So livejournal is my honne, and my other livejournal accounts are just testing grounds for new possibilities (like translation and writing horrible fanfiction).
Then, more recently, I signed up for a blogger. The first blogger is where I went to write whenever I felt upset, angry, frustrated, or a combination of both. I then created another one to house my Project365. Blogger just has a nice layout, and it doesn't take a genius to set it up and select a layout, so it was great for a not-so-computer-savvy person like me. What I noticed as I was reading through my bloggers is that whatever I wrote, whatever I posted, had this wonderfully brilliant quality to them. I don't know how to explain it, but it feels like my "best". The first blogger especially. (The one where I wrote my mostly emo!posts. My state of mind when writing there might have affected the quality.) I haven't written in it for almost a month--it doesn't mean that I have been happy this entire time, but rather I didn't feel upset enough to log back in--so I had almost forgotten about it completely until a precise combination of thoughts triggered a memory. But it feels so long ago, it feels like that girl who wrote so angrily and irritably, the girl who was confused because she didn't know what to do about this or that, it feels like she's not here, like I'm reading about someone else's trouble. It's a strange sensation, especially if you know that it's you that wrote everything there. So blogger is the home to Project365, where I get to flesh out my photography skills--or lack thereof--in addition to being the vent space for my insecurity attacks. (It happens, as much as I don't like to admit that I have weaknesses. :P)
Anyway, the main point was just to try and figure out why I need four different websites to write, write, and write. Ideally, if I could just organize them into one area, it would be a lot less bothersome, especially when it concerns having to remember screen name and password combinations. At the same time, it's completely characteristic of me to have myself spread all over the place, like I'm respecting the different moods and identities I've absorbed over the years.
But still, I'm noticing that all I seem to do is write, write, write, and write. That is, when I'm not frantically studying.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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the end.
The past few days have been busy. Very busy.- Thursday
- Took my fourth biology exam and I'm a little worried.
- Spent the rest of the day with Trung
- Stayed at the mall where we met up with a few friends of his (and in the process made new friends!)
- Tried to take a nap at the bookstore; didn't work. But we read atlases, physics books, and learned some economics!
- Went to the Rosicrucian; learned about ancient Egypt and saw some mummies.
- Met the guy hogging all of Trung's time (:P) and watched a basketball game.
- Came home and watched a new episode of Avatar: the Last Airbender with the family.
- Friday
- Took my cousin to the mall to shop for a birthday present.
- Went to Japantown in downtown to buy lunch. Soba is delicious, especially on a warm day.
- Spent a good 2 hours using public transportation
- Came home and watched yet another new episode of A:tLA!
- I was slightly disappointed with the "Ember Island Players" episode. It felt like a filler, like one last "fun" episode before the big finale, but I wanted to jump right into the action! D:
- Saturday
- Left the house at 9 AM to go to Katie's house, then went to Trang's house.
- Around 12:30, we picked up Truccey and headed to my favorite history teacher's wedding.
- But being slightly overwhelmed by having to forge into unfamiliar terrirtory and hte fear of getting lost (thus missing the wedding), we arrived 90 minutes early. The bride and groom weren't even in the building.
- Wedding.
- Got lost on the way to the banquet.
- Banquet.
- Truccey and I had misadventures in the community center.
- It was spectacular the way the entire wedding was set up. Both bride and groom are teachers so the entire wedding was "school" themed
- I came home at 11:30, but sat in the car talking to Trang for another half hour so my mom grew anxious and expressed it the only way she knew how: by biting my head off when I came into the house. D: I didn't hear most of her scolding because I fell asleep soon after.
- Sunday (today)
- Watched the season finale of A:tLA because I missed it last night (the wedding). I watched it all by myself, which made me kind of sad because Avatar is usually a family thing.
- Slightly disappointed by the finale, but it was still great. There were a lot of loose ends that were never resolved and while the execution of the major characters was great, I still don't understand why they brought back a few minor characters (like Haru) if they weren't going to do anything. :\
- While I'm glad they didn't do a cheesy "20 years later" epilogue, the last fourth of the finale felt rushed.
- Attempting to do biology homework. :\
Friday, July 18, 2008
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Watching clips of Avatar: The Last Airbender in Japanese.
I know, I should be doing something productive! D:
Changing the subject a bit, Avatar is a great show for those who haven't seen it yet. Yes, it's animated and airs on Nickelodeon, but it has eerie parallels to historical events (but translated to Avatar world), it's got a blend of East and Western traditions, and it has witty writing.
Go watch it. :D
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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I just wrote a post on facebook that could be labeled as "emo", so I'd like to change the tone for this one while I'm trying to procrastinate on my biology homework:
I've been on xanga since August 17, 2002. My initial entry was chronicling my first day of the "hell" that came with having braces. In fact, I'll always remember the first day I got braces because it's the same day I started this blog. Had I not deleted about two years' worth of xanga posts, I would have had a nice, sizable sample of how my writing has progressed from then and now; from eighth grade to the summer after my first year of college.
Had I not deleted the first two years of my xanga, that is.


