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Cycling

~one-two-three — Sat, 17 Feb 2007 00:19:42 PST

Go ride your bike...

The end

Becoming a lactoovo-vegetarian/ pescetarian

~one-two-three — Sun, 16 Jul 2006 12:28:05 PDT

ROAR. I'm totally going to become a lactoovo-vegetarian/ pescetarian, which basically means that I'm a vegetarian that eats eggs, diary and fish/seafood. Anyone think I can do it? I've been pretty good about my diet, no so good with my exercising. But I still managed to lose some weight. I'm doing something right, right? The thing is I don't even really miss meat anymore. Having it is okay, but I don't crave it or anything. I thought being a vegetarian would be really hard, but it really isn't. It was harder to quit soda than meat, which I find quite funny. My diet is heavily composed of meat and cheese substitutes like tofu products which are actually really good, veggies, fruit, yogurt, eggs, fish(sometimes). Technically I'm on a low-carb diet so I limit my carb intake per day to some healthy grains like a multi-grain english muffin. I've eliminated rice from my diet completely. That was actually the hardest thing to give up with me being Chinese and all. I also try to not eat anything with saturated fat in it. Overall I think this is going well. I just really need to find something to replace eggs in my diet, becauses eggs are so high in cholestrol.

Question
Imagine you're in a great hurricane and you decide to drive to a safer place. On the way, you pass by a bus stop where you encounter an old woman desperate for medical attention, your best friend, and the girl/guy of your dreams. But there is only room in the car for one more person. Who do you take? What do you do? Supposedly your answer to this question will reflect what your current priorities are in life. I know a really good answer to it that I'll reveal later.

my irrational fear of bathrooms

~one-two-three — Mon, 26 Jun 2006 19:53:29 PDT

I dont know anyone every though to fear public restrooms except for the occasional germophobes and young children. Maybe even a claustrophobe. But I never thought that I would. I like it best when the restroom is empty or when the other already occupying a stall, so that I never have to see their faces or know who they are. We all just do our business and go without ever knowing the other was there. Planning your escape isnt too difficult because you merely need to finish before the other persons. Sometimes you need to wait for the others to leave first and that only poses a problem if youre on some kind of time constraint or if the restroom is excessively disgusting. Even then you just hold your breath, stare at the clock on your cell phone and hope it will all be over soon. Youre nearly free of that recess of hell, just wash and dry your hands and then leave.

With your clean, dry hands, you reach for the door handle only to see the door quiver. All that work wasted! Someones coming in. Given my previous descriptions, youd expect me to retreat into some stall until that woman finds a desirable toilet. Astute observation but it is something I have never done. A part of me still assumes that best in people. The door opens. I step to the side and say excuse me like any polite person would, so that she and I may both pass. Not extending me the same courtesy, she instead lets out a sound of surprise and stares long and hard at the letters W-O-M-E-N on the door. She concluded that her only possible area for error resulted in none on her part instead she decided the mistake must have been committed on my part. She never second-guessed her perceptions. She never thought twice. She accused me of being in the wrong bathroom. That I was a man. She trusted her perceptions so deeply that she never considered that consequences of her being incorrect. The feelings that she may hurt. If I cant see their eyes, the situation never becomes real. They dont exist. I dont know their faces. I cant picture them in my sleep. I move on. Just when you thought the superficial judgments couldnt follow you from the playground, you realize that adults are just bigger kids, the world their playground. There is no escape. And yet I find ways to cushion my ego at every turn. But its still impossible to walk down the street and not imagine everyone staring at me. Psychology calls this the spotlight effect. But how do they explain it when the feeling is actually very realistic. I can watch their thoughts working behind their eyes.

Sleeping is for the weak

~one-two-three — Sun, 11 Jun 2006 17:40:36 PDT

Resist the urge to fall asleep

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~one-two-three — Sun, 02 May 2004 22:01:08 PDT

I spend Sundays not
caring about Mondays.

Learning about Thoreau has moved me to give up. On Friday, I went into "aw fuck it..." mode. I breezed through my AP US test so fast, my teacher, with a look of shock and dismay upon his face, uttered "whoa..." I did the same in AP Chem. What's the point of staring at a problem for thirty minutes trying to figure it out? If I had to think about it, I obviously didn't know it. I've got mounds of work and a cold to fight. I wonder when all this crap will stop and then I realize that this is only the beginning. The beginning of the end.

Welcome to Tofu World...

~one-two-three — Mon, 19 May 2003 19:26:34 PDT

Welcome to Tofu World...may I take your order?

Alright. Alright. My mother making our entire family to go cold turkey with meat. Ummmm turkey It's a hard life I live. My beloved sandwiches are now full of tofu meat and tofu cheese. Sigh... It's not so bad I suppose. I only taste a slight difference between real meat and tofu meat or like the box says "meatless organic substance". Yeah ok. Sure. THE TOFU MEAT IS PURPLE!!! How's that for organic? Tofu hotdogs taste like hotdogs if you cover it with condiments like drowning it in ketchup and mustard. Yeah that works.

On another note, to make up for me not going to Taiwan, I'm going to California! It's only for two-three weeks. I'll be in L.A. one week and san fran the other, but my mom also wants to work in a trip to New Zealand. Egad...man. Well....tell me if you'll be in San Fran or LA around the date of June 18 tell me. If I don't meet up with you, I'll at least call. Ok?

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~one-two-three — Sun, 06 Oct 2002 11:17:14 PDT

If only reality didn't elude my grasp, becoming my fiction, I wouldn't be stuck on the hiatus of life. The fine line between reality and fantasy has faded beyond my recognation, an utter paradox bewildering my mind and thus the silence seems so deafening. Teetering on the edge of sanity, a leap away from dementia, is where I stand wavering in the winds of two battling forces and yet I have yielded to neither...

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~one-two-three — Tue, 03 Sep 2002 16:17:20 PDT

today's my birthday....no one remembered

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~one-two-three — Tue, 03 Sep 2002 16:14:57 PDT

today's my birthday....no one remembered

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~one-two-three — Sun, 18 Aug 2002 12:42:44 PDT

bleh.....

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~one-two-three — Thu, 18 Jul 2002 01:05:07 PDT

within the darkest of all nights, lies the brightest hope

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~one-two-three — Fri, 12 Jul 2002 16:01:49 PDT

I'm still trying to understand all the movie, "waking life"

tell me all if you know it all

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~one-two-three — Mon, 01 Jul 2002 17:03:56 PDT

maybe time for a story?

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~one-two-three — Tue, 25 Jun 2002 13:54:20 PDT

server up yet?

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~one-two-three — Mon, 24 Jun 2002 20:26:12 PDT

whoa ok...

My big sister's boyfriend just got my internet up and running. Dude I haven't been here in a while. Hello again. I wonder who am I speaking when I write these entries? Perhaps my inner self? Perhaps I'm crazy. Perhaps we're all a little crazy given the right situation...

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~one-two-three — Fri, 17 May 2002 22:32:48 PDT

This entry is sort of belated

May 16

2:20 am Just sitting infront of the computer, tapping lightly on the keys, thinking, pondering my next word, my next breath...

Inhale deeply and exhale softly, a sigh. A sigh from boredom or merely asigh to break the silence of the night?

Darkness hiding in every corner as the emptyness comes crashing in, engulfing me, my mind, my heart...
The sound of tapping keys sliced the thick silence and the world reborn. The darkness lifted. The emptyness disappeared from within me. I remembered you, your smile, your caress and I never felt alone again, for you are my muse, my guiding spirit...

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~one-two-three — Mon, 13 May 2002 18:18:52 PDT

It was one of those days again where the rain ruled the sky. Even on the bus, I saw its fury. With the window up, we were deprived of air. Air!

So any ways I got off at my stop. I was like, "d.amn." The rain was shooting out of the sky like watery bullets. My hair and shirt were wet within seconds. My white pants turned clear. I didn`t find it wise to stick around, so I ran home.

Th whole street seemed to be a big wading pool. Everywhere I ran, I kicked up water on to my shoes and pants. I just shook my head and trudged on.

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~one-two-three — Wed, 08 May 2002 19:44:03 PDT

I had some fun today. I was eating some food that sort of looked and tasted like hot fries. I was just playing around. I pretend like I was trying to throw down my friend's shirt, but I actually made it in! Score! Haha the whole table laughed, but she's a little mad at me right now

sorry 'manda

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~one-two-three — Tue, 07 May 2002 21:53:10 PDT

I'm just swamped today, check me out later

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~one-two-three — Mon, 06 May 2002 21:03:34 PDT

The day started like any other day with a slight groan, I rubbed my eyes to see the world more clearly. I got ready and ran out the door, but all the while on the bus, I felt like I forgotsomething. Indeed I did. by first period, I realized that I hadn't brought some stuff needed for today. I groaned as the teacher took me down to the discipline office.

The office seemed more like a hole in the wall that a janitor could've used for storage. A large exposed pipe took up most of the ceiling and the room reaked of old sneakers. Apparently the pipes leaked quite often. ?the wet carpet combined with the weekend made my head dizzy.

The adults in the office gave a loud chuckle of disbelief when I told they of my crime. Still, I sat in the room doing homework, and studying for a test in 3rd period, my only punishment, the smell. My only crime, being human.

look at me!
look at me!
look at me!
I am attention deprived

d a w n

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~one-two-three — Sun, 05 May 2002 09:23:30 PDT

Just got back from my cello class and still trying to think of a story to tell minhie mouse...

As the rain soaked the ground and as lightning brightened the dark hollows where the animals hid, I sat in my room behind a sheet of glass away from it all.

I watched the world around me in utter chaos while I hid within my little walls as if I wasn`t part of nature, as if I was the abnormality.

I had ceased to fear of thunderstorms, yet I feared the powers of others in the world, others like me. Why do I fear them? Shouldn`t I fear a thunderstorm more? I wonder whose fury is greater.

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~one-two-three — Wed, 01 May 2002 22:02:49 PDT

may 1st

Today we recognized people of our school by presenting award at an assembly.

I thought we were supposed to go to homeroom, grab our schedules (for next year), and run down to the orchestra room. When I got there, the room was deserted, empty cases scattered on the floor. I was like, "oh s.hit....no way..." Then I saw another girl come in. She had the same reaction I did. We grabbed our cellos and got our butts upstair to the gym. Luckily no one really noticed our absence and my friend had an extra copy of the music we needed.

But at the assembly we played the world`s crappiest and easiest songs. I know I`m pretty bad at the cello, but I could play those pieces with my eyes closed even though I haven`t ever seen them before. The worst thing was we had to play it multiple times!! We sat there playing crappy music off and on for two hours. At least we got to miss class...