- Text from my friend Dylan. Not sure why I found this so funny— but my attempts to stifle my laughter got some weird looks in the library.
On another note: I need less violent and more docile friends.
[Edit: We don’t all look alike =__=]
January 30, 2012
(sorry for the low quality photos— don’t exactly have the best of phones.)
One of the [few] times I love this school:
Being able to fly from Daytona Beach to Tampa, FL just to go to a restaurant called Munchies 420. Then on our way back, beg the ATC to let us delay our landing so we can watch 3 F-18’s land in our airport (and then the wake turbulence as we land right after…). On top of that, being able to watch F18’s/F-15’s/etc takeoff/land at our schools airport on a regular basis. How rad is that?
(and while typing this up, hearing/watching them take off— I may or may not have run out my door….)
January 22, 2012
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Walk Away | Ben Harper
(Welcome To The Cruel World 1994, 3:49, at The Covenant)
“Oh no, here comes that sun again”
Long time no see Tumblr. What can you thank for this appearance? My worsening insomnia over the past week. for no reason! So now I sit outside playing guitar and looking at surfboards and wetsuits on Craigslist all night. Dang, this is depressing.
Be back in another 2 months. Ha.
December 01, 2011
I just realized that I’ve spent a total of about 22 hours in the library over the course of 3 days.
The plus side is that after tonight, I’ll be done with all my exams and big presentations/projects until next week. Another plus is that Fall break is this weekend (4 days!) and since my plans got changed, my friend Colin is taking me up to Atlanta with him and/or I’m going down to Miami with Andrew and Nate.
Time to finally relax. Again.
October 18, 2011
My home is the sea, the mountains and the sky.
I’ve realized how much having this 5 minutes away from campus is the only reason why I haven’t completely shut down in the past few weeks. I find myself coming here after class to swim or watch the waves for hours, and over time it aches less and I feel whole again.
October 08, 2011
I decided to work out seeing as I’d finished all my work and didn’t really feel like hanging out with anyone or sitting around. I spent a good 3 hours running, playing with my bike and then having some good ol’ everyday is an ab day workout in the sport complex’s parking lot.
At my campus, the security rolls around in their cruisers while some other “student organized security” drive around in their golf carts. Throughout my run I kept on passing one of the security guards, he’d stare, I’d smile and wave and he’d keep driving on with his stone face. About 2 hours later, I was in the parking lot ( since it’s about 9pm at the time, there aren’t many people around except for a few people who are playing tennis) and the same guy drives right into my path.
“What are you doing?”
Meanwhile I’m standing there in a sports bra, shorts and running shoes, covered in sweat. What do you think I’m doing?
“Uh, running”
“Why?”
In more of a confused tone rather than sarcastic one— I say the first thing that comes to my head.
“……because I like to?”
Without another word, he drives away and into the curb because he’s still giving me the stone glare..
Moral of the story: I feel safe. I want a golf cart.
September 12, 2011
(If you can’t see what’s in the speech bubble: “Meow?” I though it’d be a good touch, hush)
So I lucked out a bit and got into the dorms that are in the form of motel rooms (my door is outside and there’s no hallways or common rooms)— we get our own bathroom, fridge, microwave and share a living room/kitchen with the room next to ours.
The reason for the t-rex drawing? A few days ago we had a pretty bad storm and I was sitting in my room waiting for it to pass over so I could go to the library to study. Somehow my roommate spilled half a bottle of nail polish remover all over our floor so we tried to open the windows and prop open the door. When we opened the blinds— that’s when I saw it. A perfectly good, sleek, canvas. I immediately announced that I was going to draw something— so we brainstormed: riddles? Nah, lame. Road runner? Eh. Nemo? No orange marker. DINO-FUCKING-SAUR? YES. So I spent the next 10-15 minutes throwing up this guy and right when I finished the rain stopped and I was able to get my Principles of Aviation work done. Ever since then I’ve had strangers knocking on my door to ask questions, give compliments make requests, etc. My t-rex is a total awesome-people magnet.
September 05, 2011
“As a climber sometimes our biggest job is to try to do justice to the amazing stories of our friends and peers.”
Jimmy Chin, one of the most sought after expedition photographers to this day, does a piece with camp4collective.com on highlighting modern day climbing in Yosemite for a National Geographic story. We get to see how he’s able to catch the beauty in climbing and outdoors. It’s a must watch, even if you’re not into climbing.
August 31, 2011
People giving up.
Mostly upon the subject of me. Call me a cynic but I’ve dated, befriended, met, many people over my lifetime. There are various aspects of me that people never seem to accept but moreover give up on, ignore, or use as a reason to leave. I know it pushes people away, eventually deterring them overall. I push people away because I’m afraid that if they get too close they won’t like what they see. I’m not one for confidence. I don’t see any reason for it, I don’t see any reason why I should have it. I put myself down a lot— probably more often that I should or that anyone would enjoy. I know it’s probably one of my most unattractive traits, that guys hate girls with a low self-esteem, and people overall don’t want to be around a person who is going to put themselves down. Maybe it’s best that way. I like being in my lonesome. being alone doesn’t mean I’m lonely. My insecurities and my confidence (or lack thereof) make me who I am— I’ve tried for years to change this…yet still not much progress. What to do…
August 28, 2011
[best superhero ever]
Over the course of 6 weeks I’ve barely been able to eat— it actually hurts to keep/get food down. Even more odd is the fact that I since it began I have yet to feel hungry and that the food that manages to go in, runs right through me— thus causing me to lose about 10 pounds, even with the gaining of muscle from running/climbing/cycling. After blood tests, stool samples (pleasant!), 3 medications and 2 doctors— still no diagnosis. Tomorrow will include an ultrasound and more blood tests; Friday, I’ll have drugs pumped into me so they can shove a camera down my throat (upper GI tract endoscopy. Some of you may be familiar with one of my hospital & drugs experiences); Saturday, I move down to Florida.
The fact is that I don’t think I’m really scared or worried anymore because of the fact that so many “off” things have been happening to my brain…heart…digestive system BODY, in the past 1-2 years that I’ve accepted I’m just deteriorating for no particular reason. Wee! You’re all invited to my funeral. It’s a BYOS event— Bring your own sombrero.
August 18, 2011
Even though he still claims to have enjoyed it— plans all set but not exactly executed in the way I had imagined— I was a bit disappointed by most of it falling through. Nonetheless I couldn’t have been more happy to see him. Amidst my leaving for Florida by the end of the week as well as the amount of [or lack of] time we’ve had to be able to spend together during the summer, we finally found a way to be with each other for more than 24 hours.
After some reluctance, there came the need to actually venture outside the apartment to find some food and take him for his 2nd slacklining session. The rest of the day was filled with subway adventures, boy annihilating his feet on the awful [but only good] slacklining spot we could find, food hunting, sharing his attention with the video game emulator, setting off fireworks on the roof and having some quality conversation(s) with my sister and her boyfriend. The next day: rain. Rain and The Museum of Natural History. Rain, The Museum of Natural history and pretending to speak a different language since we felt left out as all of the tourists spoke their “native languages”. With the amount of people, things got a bit too hectic and we didn’t end up staying more than an hour— followed by roaming around [without getting wet— which was impossible] to find food and something indoors to keep us occupied till he had to catch his bus back down to Delaware.
The next 2-3 months of not seeing him are going to be complete and total torture.
August 15, 2011
The upcoming week is either going to be the best ever or the worst—whether or not it goes down, depends on my health. The fact that lately majority of my plans have been falling through isn’t a good start either.
Monday: Neurologist and maybe gastroenterologist. I’m broken. Possibly going up to Utica to see Ziggy.
Tuesday: Hiking with Nicole so she can break in her new hiking boots. Off with my favorite German exchange student to the airport for last goodbyes.
Wednesday-Friday: Massachusetts to meet up with Dusty and Leah at Boston Harbor Island aka Lovells Island to camp for the night. Afterwards, driving over to Rumney to get our climb on for the next two days. Or just staying at Rumney for 3 days straight. RUMNEY. RUMNEY. LEAH AND DUSTY. LEAH AND DUSTY. SO STOKED.
Friday-Sunday: Catch a bus back to NY and spend the weekend at my sister’s apartment with the boy! Specifics as to what we’re going to do aren’t set, but I don’t care— I get to be with him for the first time in forever! XD
Dear Head,
If you ruin this for me. I can’t say I’ll kill you because that means I die— but I’m going to mess with you with more cliff jumping, sky diving and base jumping until you never want to screw me over again.
Love,
Chui
August 08, 2011
Cool cats as in me of course. Feeling a bit “off” lately so I think tomorrow is going to consist of Museum of Natural History and/or Museum of Sex (or will it look too pervy going by myself? Maybe I’ll bring a friend…), grabbing some noms from the Taco and/or Dumpling trucks, Governor’s Island and then maybe stop by Brooklyn Boulders. All this of course whilst dodging cars on my bike in between. Sounds like a solid day.
Possible’s of tomorrow:
- New-old yellow road bike from the sis— unless postponed till next week.
- Impulsive ombre hairdo— Not so impulsive now. More like last minute decision-whim type of thang.
- New-old Eel BC Longboard OR Landyachtz Evo— If the seller isn’t sketchy and the board’s in good shape.
Theoretically , how would I bring all back on the train with me? TBD.
August 05, 2011
My head hurts so much it feels like I’m literally going to hurl. Seeing as I’ve barely been able to keep food down, that’s not an issue. I can’t get this odd smell out of my nose. It’s like last year all over again.
August 03, 2011
It’s been proven that when we see something or something that excites us, our pupils dilate. I must have looked like I toked a ton because this necklace made me hold my breath while I Googled “wanderlust plane necklace”, after finding the picture. I’m probably putting it at a risk by giving the link to it (there’s only 1 in stock) but I feel like I need to give the person the credit for it. I want this. Mainly because it’s the embodiment of what I want in life. Sounds over the top and it’s a bit funny because I’m going crazy over a necklace right now, but wow.
Wanderlust \ˈwän-dər-ˌləst\: The longing/urge/impulse to travel and explore. The literal term is the lust to wander.
July 29, 2011
