Decisions

Life is made of decisions; some are menial and some can change your life. The tricky thing is that actually almost every decision changes your life in some way. The sad thing is that part of growing up is owning up to every decision you make too. Being human, it is extremely easy to make the wrong decisions. We've all made mistakes in the past and sometimes we find ourselves still paying for those mistakes. But it's okay, it's a part of growing up. Mistakes turn into lessons if we do it right. Striving to be a Godly woman is hard ish and for all I know, simple decisions i've made here and there could possibly add up into something disastrous. I wish I had like like a huge light up warning sign to warn me every time i'd be close to making the wrong choice, it'd make things so much easier. This time I got to keep on making smart decisions. There are so many choices of all different sorts I feel like i'm constantly facing and I gotta be smart about it. Gotta show my parents they raised me right.

"It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime."

The Kite Runner

Ridin' Solo

This has been the new morning jam these days. Actually it is the theme song for 3/4 of 904 Junction. haha Perfect song to set into the summer. It's going to be a good one, I feel it. :)

We had a 904 Junction reunion last Saturday for Vicki's 22nd birthday. Even though it's only been 2 weeks, it feels like we've been apart much longer all doing our own thing. It felt good to all be back at the apartment together. A group of us celebrated Vicki's birthday on a boat which was really chill. We drove the boat around for a couple of hours while enjoying the scenery, music, food, strawberries and mimosas. Checked out the beach a little afterwards and then later at night went to the comedy improv. Twas a good day. :)

Lovely 904 Junction ladies, how i've missed you so.

Silent Readers

I'm not even really sure who even reads my blog. Someone told me awhile back that they read my blog and I was surprised. I didn't know know he knew it existed. I'm fairly open on my blog considering it's a public blog, which I hope doesn't bite me back in the butt. But I have always been a pretty open person and writing on blogs have always been quite therapeutic.

I wonder why people read my blog. And some of my posts have a lot of words, so for anyone to even commit to reading an entire post is kind of amazing (Well actually the way the layout of my blog is, it looks a lot longer than it actually is but people tend to be visual creatures) Granted i'm weird but am I even that interesting of a person? Is it because they enjoy my insights? Or they find somewhat of a connection to me through my daily struggles? Or if they are encouraged by my words? Or if they just want to get to know me? Or because it's in their blog newsfeed and it's simply there to read? Or is it the same reason I do? I love reading my friends blog or even some random people's blog because what the person chooses to share and how they choose to share intrigues me. I love being updated on their lives; there's this silent connection. I can't explain it, but it really makes me happy when my friends blog. Ok that sounded really loserish, but ay, no shame. haha Ok goodnight, for a person finally just starting to get over my horrible flu I should have been in bed 5 hours ago.

But to end with a question to appease my curiosity, what keeps you coming back to reading my blog anyways?

Behind The Scenes

What are some of the best ways to get to know a person? They say you can tell a lot about a woman with the items she carries in her purse. I assume that the male equivalent would be the trunk of his car. To bring a balance to the two, I decided to take a spontaneous picture of all the items in my back trunk. So here is an uncensored picture of Miss Whatswong's back trunk.

Items Found

1. "Obey" white cardigan

2. Two shooting range paper targets (which reminds me, I need to pick up my laminated shooting license from the place-license to kill, thas whatsup)

3. East of Eden paperback

4. Old issue of Cosmopolitan

5. Random issue of OC Metro concerning the 20 women to watch out for (i'm probably in it)

6. Case of water

7. Costco pack of Orbit gum

8. Random almost empty bottle of Barcardi Rum that I have no idea where it came from

9. Giant Shin ramen cup that people are amazed about but disappointed to find out that it is actually a tissue holder

10. Blue window squeezie & plastic bags

11. A decorative red striped "T" a guy friend gave to me as a gift that I obviously treasure so much...........and left it in my car trunk instead of using it.......

Well that's a bunch of random ish that's accumulated....... Yeah, I don't know what you're going to take from this. I am who I am. Which is...not your average Christian girl I suppose. Remember my previous entry of "don't judge"? Looks like a perfect time to put it in practice. Didn't think i'd have you doing real life application too huh? haha Sucka. On second thought, maybe I should've just stuck with the purse idea. haha

Miss Whatswong

The Simple Things

Got back in Irvine tonight. I spent a wonderful week back at home in the bay and saw almost everyone I wanted to see. There's something about the bay that just relaxes the soul. Too bad my body didn't get as much relaxing cause I somehow ended up going out 4 nights in a row. It was fun but I haven't done that whole going out constantly thing in a long while, and I don't plan to do it for a long while either cause uh, it's kind of really tiring and the liver needs caring of. Lame alumni status already kicking in?

On a more important note, Happy Father's Day to the most important man in my life.

Papa Whatswong & me. He is the most honest, genuine, hardworking man I know. And he dated a Mexican girl before my mom. hahaha My pops is cool. As you can see, he is where I get my boyish charm, good looks and style from. Love ya pops.

The past couple weeks have been good and i'm happy. :)

Judge Not, So That You Be Not Judged

"Jesus’ instructions with regard to judging others is very simply put; He says, “Don’t.” The average Christian is the most piercingly critical individual known. Criticism is one of the ordinary activities of people, but in the spiritual realm nothing is accomplished by it. The effect of criticism is the dividing up of the strengths of the one being criticized. The Holy Spirit is the only one in the proper position to criticize, and He alone is able to show what is wrong without hurting and wounding. It is impossible to enter into fellowship with God when you are in a critical mood. Criticism serves to make you harsh, vindictive, and cruel, and leaves you with the soothing and flattering idea that you are somehow superior to others."

Very good reminder, read it this morning and just wanted to share. :)

p.s. Game 7 tonight, kinda stoked.

Delayed Reaction

I'm currently sitting in my bed at in Norcal wearing an over sized Mickey mouse tee, feeling the cool air of the summer night and listening to Colbie. The night is peaceful and I feel like a high school girl for some reason rather than a college alumni. There are a lot of thoughts running through my head, and i'm not really sure how to sort them out or say them all so I will just say a few things.

1. I am seriously blessed and thankful.

2. Graduation still has not really sunk in.

3. Mixed feelings.

4. The next month i'll be spending in Socal, I have a list of things I definitely must do. (I shall post it up later)

5. Prepare for upcoming posts dedicated to the special people in my life.

Miss Whatswong

Keep Holding On

Although our Senior Edge class may be huge, with many different types of people and have had some rough patches, but we all have our own stories and together we are still an amazing class. Some of my favorite moments in college have been preparing for Edge events, like in Sophomore year when we won Edge games, (sorry for being such a competitive point leader that year haha but we won!) and I lovedlovedloved all those late night dance practices and videos for our Edge Senior banquets. Good times.

Anyhow, this is the year we graduate 2010 and this video for Senior Swell is ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. Priscilla Liang did a really great job; she is so talented! Yea, our class kinda kicks ass.

Senior Swell Stop Motion Video- Keep Holding On from Priscilla Liang on Vimeo.

Care

Care (verb)

1. to be trouble or concerned; be affected emotionally

2. to have regard, affection, or consideration (for)

It's an interesting concept because it has to do with emotions and anything that has to do with emotions becomes a hell lot more complex. There are things in this world we care about that we d0n't want to care about, and things in this world that we simply do not care enough about; if only care were a tangible, rational matter...

We had our last fellowship on Friday and we held our Senior Well. Some Seniors shared their stories and at the end of the night I realized something. Sometimes people do things that make you look at them differently with annoyance, disappointment or even disgust, etc. or there are people who totally cut themselves from the world and seem to disappear from your life. It's easy to look at the superficial level and cast them away as people who just want to do their own thing, douchebags, disappointments or whatever but there's a deeper root. There are reasons. Although the easiest way to respond is with rebuke and judgement but that's the last thing needed. Instead of telling a person to stop doing whatever they're doing and why it's wrong, it's more important to ask why they are doing whatever they're doing and if they're doing okay. These actions are a cry for care. And since care is rooted from love, they are ultimately a cry for love. How could I not realize it before?? Thinking back on my life, I can clearly recall a couple of instances in my life where I needed someone to just simply care more than the normal amount, but my pride or this emptiness, hurt or whatever mess it was manifested into actions that wouldn't be recognizable for that need.

To be honest, human beings are selfish. We recognize our own needs and care for ourselves above all but that's messed up. The care i'm talking about that we need is extraordinary care. The type of care that doesn't stop at the first time or first rejection. It's like that guy at the bar who doesn't take no and keeps trying (okay perhaps not the best metaphor in this case, haha). The type of care that you go out of your way to show that you are here for them. The type of care that shows you want to be apart of whatever it is they're going through. It is the type of care that comes from God's extraordinary love. People do not heal with rebuke and judgement but with love. I'll be the first to admit that i'm not the best at this because with care comes different types of frustrations, energy, heart, time, patience, and trust in God but having been on both sides i'm starting to understand and i'm trying.

Been listening to this song every morning when I wake up for awhile now

Everybody, everbody wants to love

Everbody, everbody wants to be loved

I want you to know that although I may suck at caring, I do and i'm here for you, just let me know what you need.

Bucket List

I know this must be hard to believe because i'm just so incredibly talented......but there are times in my life where I find myself incapable. Recently my computer got a nasty virus (karma from trying to watch Big Bang Theory instead of studying for my final) so I drove at 3AM to my friends place so he could fix it. At the moment I felt so helpless and frustrated at the fact that I didn't know what to do to fix my infected computer. It's nice to have people help you out and take care of you but sometimes it also makes me feel like a giant baby by default.

I need to be more capable. I mean granted I have a little bit of a height advantage and can grab things from the higher shelves for the vertically challenged or am the spider killer of the apartment because I am a pretty fearless warrior but still. hahaha If you know me fairly well, you'd know I hate being put in a box and being limited, which is why I do things like take massage class or go to the shooting range or am a girly girl but also a tomboy, etc. But my point is that I don't want to be limited in my abilities; I want to know how to do more things for myself, be more independent nawmsayins? So here is a starting Bucket List of things I need to learn.

Bucket List Of Things I Must Learn To Do

1. Learn how to fight crime on the intranetz like trojans, virus and spyware (and perhaps also know the difference between them)

2.How to change oil and a flat tire (this would be badass)

3. Re-learn how to drive stick (will come in handy if I were ever kidnapped by people in a stick car and they somehow leave me unattended, definitely wouldn't want to stall while escaping)

4. How to efficiently punch someone so that it actually hurts (people seem to be unaffected when I hit them, are my knuckles jello or something???)

5. Make cocktails and all the yummy girly drinks (will come in handy if I ever want to become a bartender for cheap thrills)

6. Build a laptop from scratch (if my dad can do it, so can I)

7. Knit a sweater (will come in handy when it gets cold or cheap "sentimental" gifts)

8. Body language to look intimidating (will come in handy to ward off the unwanted)

9. Snap my fingers (will come in handy when I have children or a husband haha jk)

10. Whistle loudly (will come in handy when I want to wolf whistle and holler)

What can I say? I'm a quality girl. hahaha And bright side? I can probably learn all of these thanks to Wikipedia. Internet FTW