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I’ve just spent the last several hours arranging things into my suitcase tetris style, and I think I’m done. Though I have a list of things I still have yet to buy, for now I’m done.

I spent today saying goodbyes and giving hugs. Tomorrow, I’m waking up early in the morning to get to Seal Beach in time to say goodbye to my mom and still have enough time to get back before we start driving up to Utah at noon.

It’s been fun but now it’s time to leave this blog on hold for two years while I go save some souls and stuff like that. I’m going to go set up a separate blog right now. The next post here will be the link to the new blog and will also be the last until I get back two years from now.



I am tangent master

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Forgive me readers for I have sinned. I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had time to even think about what I want to post about. I haven’t even read a blog entry since June.

I’ve been busy these days running around buying things I’m going to need for my mission. The pressure is on now because I leave on MONDAY. That’s 3 days from today. And I don’t have half the things I need. Isn’t this exciting though? It’s just like way back when I was still in school and I would procrastinate so then I would have to run around frantically like what was the phrase? A dead bird? Some kind of bird that’s dead like an ostrich or something? No, I’m just kidding. I know it’s “like a chicken with it’s head cut off.”

Incidentally, what kind of bird is Big Bird from Sesame Street supposed to be? He looks like a big, yellow chicken to me but you can never be sure with Sesame Street. Like Oscar the Grouch. What is he? Some kind of mutated hobo?

Wow, holy tangent. Getting back on topic, I’ve been much too busy to think about computer business, so that’s my excuse for my decreased activity on the Internets. However, I’m going to be setting up a separate blog for someone to update for me while I’m on my mission. Because I’ll have limited use of the computer, I’ll simply email someone my posts, which will sometimes be accompanied by pictures, and have him/her update that blog for me.

If I get that blog set up, I will put up the link here as soon as possible.

Broadening my horizons

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I’ve been rethinking my major for some time and after much reading of major descriptions and requirements, there is now a post-it on the wall at my desk that reads civil engineering(?). I’d like to get into architecture or journalism but unfortunately, my school does not offer an architecture program and I don’t have the balls to go into journalism for fear of living in a box. I am one who enjoys currency.

So for now, I’m considering civil engineering. I suppose it’s like architecture except with less of the imagination and more of the government projects. I should probably find out more about what a civil engineer does. Or maybe I can transfer schools. I’d love to move to the east coast.

When it comes to journalism, I just need more time. I had dinner with my mom today and she told me that one of her customers is a very well known columnist for the Orange County Register so I’m thinking that maybe I could talk to him and ask him a couple things. Then, I can wait for the foreign idea of journalism to sink in.

Deep down, though, I think I want journalism more than architecture. However, the idea of science and engineering majors is already well bred into my brain. In fact, I may have been born in a giant tub of it, so I’m not so nervous about deciding to be an engineering major. It’s the thought of the liberal artsy fartsy stuff that turns my brain into a useless chunk of proteins. You can see why it’s hard for me to really even think about journalism.

So, yeah. This is good. I’m going from your typical science and math oriented asian kid to the indie music listening kid. Broadening my horizons, if you will.

Ironically, I’m going to miss school

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I leave in eleven days. At midnight on July 29, my family is driving up to Provo, Utah. The plan is to get there by noon that day so that we will have time to buy cheap missionary gear such as suits that come with two pairs of pants. Then, we go to a family friend’s house where we’ll probably crash spectaculary into a gangly mess of limbs. On July 30 at 12:30, I report to the Missionary Training Center, and that’s the end of everything.

Once I go into the MTC, I will not be able to see my parents, though I will be able to write and email, for the next two years. Just a few weeks of training and I will be flown out to Vancouver where I will start my missionary work. I thought I’d be more nervous or be more reluctant to go than I actually am.

Because of the way I was raised, I am predisposed to feel that I’m wasting my time by not going to school and I’m very competitive. In two years, by the time I get back, I’ll be starting my sophomore year while all of my friends will be getting ready to graduate. But the funny thing is that I’m not worried about these things at all.

The only thing that’s difficult for me is that after 13 years of schooling, I can’t seem to let go of school. Tests, deadlines, and constant loads of homework have been so well beaten into the very fiber of my being that even though it’s been about 3 months since my last final, I still wake up in the middle of the night worrying that I didn’t study enough the day before and I have a deadline that I’m going to miss.

Then, I realized why I can’t let go of the fact that I won’t be going to school for two years. I love it too much. The other night, one of my best friends and I were at the cafe at the top of a Barnes and Noble and saw some students huddled around a table with books. We used to do the same thing in high school. To get ready for a test, we’d go to the Grove, have a burrito at Chipotle, and mosey on down to the Barnes and Noble to study.

As I watched the students studying at B&N, I realized that I miss school. I miss the constant stress, the deadlines, the finals, the procrastinating. All of it is all part of the fun and I’m not sure how I’ll deal with not getting to go to school for two years. Maybe that’s why I wake up in the middle of night with my heart pounding.

These days

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Well, well, well. Seems my days are action packed lately. Actually, not so much action packed as dull errand packed. I’m busy these days trying to rack up some hours at work and running errands after work to buy things for my mission. I need tons of things seeing as how I’m going to be gone for two years without much opportunities to go to the mall.

Socks, suits, dress shirts are on the list along with an international driving record, which apparently you can only get at AAA. And speaking of driving, yesterday morning, I went to the DMV to get my driving record and to renew my driver’s license because it will expire during my mission. I paid a total of $33 for those two, $28 of which were for the renewal (ridiculous!). To top it off, they made me take a written test because I was renewing it too early.

I have to admit that I sweated a bit as I walked into to the room and saw I didn’t know the answer to the first question. Fortunately, the rest of the test was easy as delicious pineapple upside down cake. Another plus: my new picture isn’t so bad. In my current license picture, I do not look happy. No, sir, not at all.

I’m not sure because you can’t really see anything in the very pixelated black and white picture they give you for a temporary license, but I think you can kind of see a smile in the new one.

Life is for living

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People who have no vision frustrate me. By vision, I mean people who limit their opportunities just by refusing to consider the possibility of things.

“Quitting smoking is too difficult for me.”
“I’m not smart enough to get the grades to get into an Ivy league university.”
“He/She wouldn’t want to go out with me.”
“They wouldn’t hire me.”
“I’m not even going think about it because nothing will come out of it.”


If we were to be negative about everything, we’d have to stick with only what we are perfectly comfortable with, and exactly how many things are we that comfortable with? Maybe if all we wanted was to go to work, sleep, and eat, it would be fine to confine ourselves within our comfort zones, but that is a pathetic existence. Life is for living and I don’t categorize existing with living. Tables exist. So do rocks and plants, but people live.

Let’s not settle for surviving either. Surviving is what animals do. They are born, they eat and sleep, they have babies, and then they die. It’s not much of a step up from simple existence. So how about we try to improve ourselves in everything we do so that we’re are not simply existing or surviving? Why don’t we “shoot for the stars,” as they say and make our lives so much more meaningful?

Let’s not think we’re only capable of this much and not that much. With sky high goals and firey passion, we could reach infinitely further – even in failure – than with self-deprecated attempts.

Fourth of July madness

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I’ve been in San Diego for the last couple days, and I’ve come to a conclusion. I am never going on a family trip again and I’m sure as hell never going on a trip on the fourth of July ever again. I don’t know why I never noticed before. Someone had to tell me before I figured it out: family trips are not fun for me. I was basically frustrated about 80% of the entire time we were there, and I know I should have some more patience but I don’t.

Yesterday, we were supposed to go to Sea World. Unfortunately, my dad forgot the one tiny detail that it was the fourth of July and so when we go there, the entire parking lot was full (before the park even opened!) and the overflow lot was filling up as we got there.

We decided we’re just going to go hang out in San Diego. Except everyone in the world was apparently at San Diego and decided to bring their cars with them. So after driving around trying to find parking for about an hour, we gave up and head back towards the hotel.

Same thing happened last year when we went to San Francisco. There wasn’t any parking anywhere and at one point, I was stuck in the middle of an intersection and blocking traffic for a full five minutes before I had a chance to move up when a horse pulling a carriage cut me. I ended up stuck in that intersection for another 3 minutes before I got another chance to get out of it. Unfortunate.

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