7 of 52 // 2018

February 17, 2018

Moments of clarity are such interesting things. I have them on the occasion that I let myself be a little more sensible, logical...normal. The rest of the time, I'm floating in daydreamy lands with incoherent thoughts and too many procrastinations. 
Truthfully, I think I live a mentally exhausting life because I don't live close enough to the ocean. Clarity, seems like the kind of thing you would always have if you could just wakeup and sit by the sea. 
Or maybe not. There is no truth in moments like these. Perhaps everything that exists lives in my head.
Saturday night into Sunday morning I have the sudden urge to clean my room. It's one of those things that's been needing to happen for quite some time if I'm being completely honest. Everyone has their quirks, and one of mine is that I like to clean at hours when it's super late and leaking into morning. Actually, I am generally more productive during this time, and less prone to procrastinate. I tackled laundry, dusting, vacuuming, mopping, and trash up until 3 a.m. and even cleaned my makeup brushes, which like I mentioned, has been long overdue. All the while, I was playing Magic by B.O.B. on repeat, and I know, I know, it's a super old song, but nonetheless very catchy.

The rest of the week, mainly consisted of me cramming for my first exam, some small projects that took me way too long to finish, and a sleep schedule that went totally out of whack! I overslept twice, and actually skipped my entire classes on Wednesday. yeah...
Friday is the Lunar New Year, and I did nothing much other than go out to eat with my family at night, and then buy durian because our family has a small obsession as of recently. lol.

Saturday I slept in, went for a run, and grocery shopping. 
Things that I need to do, but have not done, include laundry, dishes, and studying for my next exam on Tuesday. :)


6 of 52 // 2018

February 11, 2018

Sometimes it hasn't quite hit that this is my last semester of my undergraduate college career.  That in a few days, I will officially apply for my diploma, and in the hopes of passing all of my classes, I will move on to my 9 to 5 adventure--as is the rite of passage of your typical society conforming twenty-something year old.
When I think about it, it's funny looking back at my time here in this stage of life. Truthfully, I never had the typical college experience. I didn't live on campus. I never joined any sororities, or actively participated in clubs. I met people, but who were always more acquaintances than friends, and never really connected with anyone the way I had with my high school friends.
I spent a good amount of time alone. When I started interning, my life was literally all work and school. If I wanted more of a social life, I'm sure I could have squeezed it in, but honestly, I didn't push for it. 
College was different than what I had imagined it would be when I was a eighteen and blurry-eyed. An adventure in it's own right, it's a chapter in my life that makes sense in the way that it happened.
I don't regret my decision to stay home. Sure, I imagine all the time of what it would have been like, had I chosen differently. I can't say if I made the right choice..
What I do know, is that these past four years have been 8 semesters of quiet self-discovery. Being independent, letting go of my insecurities, building my confidence...it truly is something.
At the end of the day, I do think everything worked out between my dreams, careers, and aspirations.
So decisions, big or small...they're crazy scary. But I'll be fine. You'll be fine. We'll all be fine.
When I said that this is the year that I break hearts, what I was really trying to say is that I didn't want to be the one coming out of 2018 split in two.  Being in-charge of your own emotions is an entirely gratifying feeling. 
I really hate disappointing people. It's heavy on my heart and I'm always sorry even when I don't have to be. Tuesday was kind of tough. I pulled the band-aid after drawing it out for so long, but I think everything turned out okay even if it meant burning a bridge. Ultimately I had to do what was best for myself and that means you gotta run with it.

Thursdays are always my longest days. It takes a lot of me to pull through, and this one was rather sucky because I did not do so hot on a quiz, lost my perfect score streak in my database class, and work was a little scatterbrained. 

Saturday has me wandering on a solo trip to a coffee shop. I spent a good three hours sipping on a green tea at Blockhouse Coffee, studying for my exam this coming Thursday, and it was nice. I snapped a couple of pics too. Was only 10% embarrassed that people might think I was weird.


5 of 52 // 2018

February 4, 2018

February is a one-way fast track bus stop, comes in one fell sweep, and dares you not to look back. So don't. It's too early for regrets, and the month is a short one. Maybe fill it with self love, travel plans, and coffee shops? It's a scary beautiful thing, when everyone's a stranger.

It's been one of those weeks like the calm before a storm. Where there's currently no major due dates, projects, or exams, but they're quietly looming in the distance like an inevitable rain cloud. If I was smart, I'd be one of those people with a clear evacuation plan, a tactical strategy for seamless execution and guaranteed results. On the other hand, I could live in the moment, enjoy my current state of sunshine, and relax until the sh*t hits the fan... The latter is obviously more enticing.

Sunday has me and my little brother splurging on a slightly excessive sushi lunch. But it's okay, because we're celebrating. Later that evening, I accept my offer and it's both terrifying and wonderful.

The rest of the week days fly by and there's not really much to say. 
Saturday, Andie comes home for the weekend. We go to Cafeza, a coffee shop that I haven't tried before, but now l o v e. I get an almond tea that is really great, and we split a plate of churros. Then we adventure down to Kaboom Bookstore, which is one of the most magical places on this planet. Later we visit the famous Sugar and Cloth color wall and window shop. We then pop into Caffe Bene for a cinnamon caramel honey brick toast, and finish the day with Poke bowls from Ono Poke. 
Wait. Did I say finish? Without dessert?!! You KNOW we didn't. (we just ate them so fast that there's no photographs)
 On the drive home there's a quick stop into Whole Foods to pick up some mochi ice cream from the self-serve bar along with two snickerdoodles. Now we're really done, and the night ends with three creepy-weird episodes of Black Mirror.


4 of 52 // 2018

January 28, 2018

I have a feeling that these weekly highlight recaps are going to get duller and duller as I sink deeper into the school year. Not to drown this blog in a collection of lengthy spiels about classes, exams, work, blah blah blah... you should know that I'm trying my very best to find something interesting or worth mentioning/noting that isn't entirely revolved around the aforementioned. BUT, as my life is quietly simple, there really is only so much a girl can say.

Week 4 was in a nutshell, pretty boring. 

Sunday has me sleeping in to catch up on my zzz's, and a late morning breakfast at Mickey D's with my little brother Michael. I have a special appreciation for McDonald's breakfasts, because they remind me of small glimpses of my childhood. I'm the only breakfast eater in my family, but I can always convince my brother to come with me for some hash browns. In fact, it's kind of our bonding time. We talk about weird things really...mostly about his friends and the dramatically trivial problems you could only have when you're high school. 
Events through out Monday - Friday included Michael NHS ceremony, me finally attending all my classes, accidentally walking in twenty minutes late to one of them because I can't read, getting temporarily stuck on the rail, meeting the members of this group project I have, standing an entire bus ride home because all the seats were taken, and me planning my next trip because I already feel like I need a break. haha.
Saturday was spent puttering around being lazy, going running in the rain, spending all my money on Kombucha, Lara Bars, frozen dinners, chocolate donuts, princess shaped Spaghetti-o's and other unnecessary junk.


3 of 52 // 2018

January 21, 2018

Being so deeply introverted by nature, I'm often one not to shy away from comfort zones. I seek refuge in normality and having control of situations keeps me sane. I hate, hate, hate, when things happen that I can't fix immediately and I deal poorly when unexpected unfortunate events occur-- as in I can't let go, and end up carrying my problems with me like a rock in my chest and end up being exceptionally terrible to everyone around me until said problem is resolved. 
So that said, it's something I'm working on this year. And will probably have to continue working on the year after that and after that. I know it's not an easy fix, but sometimes pushing boundaries and standing on the precipice of fear is how you go places and get where you want to be. I understand that, and so I'm trying. 

The third week of the year has me sitting in Austin at Elizabeth Street Cafe on a Sunday, eating unauthentic Vietnamese food, which is kind of a crime, but it's fine because as you would have it, it's an incredibly charming little place--pink doors and all! I'm thinking that it would be a small dream of mine to open my own little cafe/bakery kind-of place. So maybe one day...

Tuesday is supposed to be the first day back to school. My last semester of my undergraduate college career. Its ends up being cancelled due to a freeze forecast and potential snow. So I stay home in my pajamas, eating peanut butter in a jar, and watching tv... when my phone rings and suddenly I'm standing in my mom's closet trying not to cry because I got the job that I interviewed for in New York. It's both exciting and terrifying and SO crazy because I didn't see it coming. But also, it's a dream. so wow.

Wednesday there's a another freeze forecast and the roads are closed for icy conditions so school is cancelled again.

Thursday becomes my first official day of classes and I'm realizing that it's SUCH a long day that it's horrible. But only one more semester! I can deal. 
My classes so far seem more time consuming than difficult. My goal is to power through. Fingers-crossed.

Fridays I've personally scheduled no classes, no work. They are my days for whatever I want to do. This one I spent running errands, driving all over town, getting stuff done.

Saturday, I spontaneously decided to get my hair cut and colored. It's actually not spontaneous in that I've been thinking of doing this for awhile. But I think about a lot of things and never actually do them. haha... I took the plunge and set up an appointment for 10 am. Originally when it was December and I first entertained the idea of getting my hair cut by someone other than my mother, I joked that I was going to bleach my hair silver/white, and then I started to actually consider doing that seriously. After a lot of research and Pinterest boarding. I decided that white/silver hair would not only be very damaging to my hair, but also expensive, and high maintenance. Soo, I changed my mind and decided to go more natural by lightening my typical dark asian hair to a lighter brown. It turned out not-too-bad if I say so myself, so I'm glad. The change is subtle, but I think it's a good starting point for someone who's never colored their hair.
*no pictures this post, but I'll try to get one next time!


2 of 52 // 2018

January 16, 2018

It's only the second week of the year, but I feel like this one is already a favorite. 
Sunday is me squeezing into a dress that's been quietly sitting in my mothers closet for decades. I actually wore this Chinese dress once during my junior year of high school for my AP English Lit project. I remember it distinctly because I was a nervous rambling mess, and the next class I had to pull a spy-esque costume change because a) I wanted to save my bathroom passes for extra credit and b) We were dissecting a cat! So avoiding the feline guts, was a must. haha! But I digress... 
The church held their annual international feast day, and I was Miss Vietnam. Kidding!! I collected tickets and distributed fried rice and egg rolls. Not the dreamiest job, but a fun time nonetheless.

Tuesday my sister and I flew out to the big apple. I was there for an interview that I was NOT at all prepared for, and Andie was there to keep me company. We extended the trip till Thursday, leaving super early on Friday morning. I had the best time. We planned a gajillion cafes/bakery visits, and did a pretty good job hitting the main ones on the list. The bomb cyclone happened a few days before, so we got the aftermath of sludge and slippery sidewalks. I admit..I fell in the middle of the street. I'm embarrassed even typing it. But more details on NYC in another post...

Friday, we landed into IAH, drove home, and took a mini family vacation to San Antonio/Austin. Saturday was spent brunching at Cafe No Se, apartment/condo hunting for Andrea and Michael's Fall semester living arrangements, and a little shopping!


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