Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Weight loss

When my parents picked me up from the airport on Saturday night, my mom saw me and said "YOU'RE SO SKINNY!!! DID YOU GET SICK AND LOSE A LOT OF WEIGHT?! WHY ARE YOU SO THIN?!?! WE HAVE TO FATTEN YOU UP THIS BREAK!"

oh parents. It's a good thing I don't take my parents' proclamations about my weight to heart because otherwise I'd be on and off diets every other week

Friday, December 19, 2008

Last final

Babies are ugly. Britney Spears is making a comeback - I am pleased. My brain is maxing out. I'm wearing three layers and a blanket. I've slept 4 hours every night for the past week. Going home on Saturday. Going home with a suitcase full of books for thesis work. Can't wait to go to Tahoe. Excited to go to Sonoma also. Don't care about anything typically "haverfordian." Love my apartment to death. My lips are balmy.

I think that's all I'm thinking at the moment. There's an overwhelming lack of Cog Neuro :(

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Anonymous fame

...kind of.

My email is posted on www.mymomisafob.com. It's under the title "So much for the compliments."

Monday, December 15, 2008

Weight gain

An email exchange between me and my parents:

From me:

Hi Mama, hi Baba,
I cut my hair! Here's a picture just in case you don't recognize me when you see me.


Response:
Marning Hui Hui, We saw your hair cut pictures, did you gain the weight?
Open the following web, is this the station that you always take the train there?

See you Saturday !!!

Baba, Mama


Offensive? Not really; just hilarious and so characteristic of my parents. Every time I go home or even skype with my parents they ask if I've gained weight. If their perceptions held true every single time, the sum of their comments would mean that I am now 200 pounds.

I submitted the email exchange to www.mymomisafob.com. I hope it gets posted.

Oh and I have no idea where they got the pictures of the train stations in my area or why they were looking for those pictures.


Saturday, December 13, 2008

Chop chop

I got a haircut

Go big or go home

Thursday, December 11, 2008

xoxo

Celebrations with the Leuvenites:














Food, beer, conversation, 30 degree weather, hugs, kisses, and love love love.

<3

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Dive into independence

Today in philosophy we spent half an hour inviting ourselves over to Prof.Miller's house for dinner, an hour talking about life, and ten minutes talking about the final. As always, class was great.

The whole conversation about life started when Miller asked us what things worried us. And I said getting a job after graduation. [haha damn I just realized that I was the one that launched us into this whole discussion. Definitely didn't see that coming]. Then Miller launched into a surprisingly inspirational rant. I say surprisingly cuz this guy is usually quite sarcastic and cynical. But today he expressed overwhelming amounts of hope for us. Odd. What follows is a giant paraphrase/indirect quote of what he said:

Get out of this area and go somewhere you've never been. This is your time to live. This time is for yourself. You can go anywhere. You have nothing tying you down. Don't be afraid to take a dive into independence. Sure, it's scary. Sure, you'll be lonely. Sure, it'll be really hard. But you'll come out better for it. And you'll make it.
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You've selected this liberal arts path. What they teach you here is to think. To think about things structurally [this is a structuralism and post-structuralism class]. Most people will see a problem and just try and solve the problem but you guys will see the problem with the structure. And if you start at some crap job, you'll be working for someone who is not as smart as you. And you're going to know how to fix their problems but no one is going to listen to you. And you're not going to be able to live with that. We're not trained to get normal jobs. We're trained to be different. If you wanted a conventional job then you would've gone to a state school; you wouldn't be here. [I take issue with this last sentence later].
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Don't let yourself fall into a conventional job. I'm not saying go and start a non-profit organization but make your own path. I don't like the term trailblazer. Like instead of going to law school and trying to fight the system from without, join the police force and fight it from within.

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Anyways, Miller was far more eloquent than what I just wrote. He said some things in the beginning that I disagreed with, but he clarified later and I think by the end I got that he was really emphasizing approach. How you approach your job. Like take him for instance. He went into teaching. He's a professor. But he approaches his teaching unconventionally. Case in point the class we had today. He talked to us about life for an hour and a half. And it was a great discussion.

One of the things I raised a problem with was that our education couldn't just be for the sake of learning, that it has to affect our job. Yes learning is transformative, but can't you let it transform you as a person but not necessarily take that into your job? But then even in your job you're a person. You're never not a person. True. But what if you decide to get married and have kids right after you graduate. Are you really utilizing all of your undergraduate skills? Perhaps. But then you could argue that for any job couldn't you? Even the "conventional ones." And why can't we approach our education as this learning experience that doesn't necessarily have to affect our job decisions?

He also seemed to imply that our job defines us. But really a job is just one compartment of our lives and you can find fulfillment in other parts of your life. This is when the class sort of jumped on me. It's always interesting when it's you versus the class. And by class I mean the four other people who were taking issue with what I was saying. Elliot asked "But wouldn't you say that being a student defines you?" And I had to answer no. That was exactly why I went abroad because I felt that I was only defined as a college student. I needed to get out and see some of the world and in some cliche sense "find myself." I knew myself SO MUCH better coming out of study abroad than going in. Because I didn't just see myself as a student working to get a B.A. in English and then going on to get a job. I found myself in other venues of life. And in the same way I don't think a job defines you as a person.

"But as an adult you spend most of your time at your job."

Yes you do. And for some people they need a job that's fulfilling, that makes them happy. I am one of those people. If I didn't like my job I would hate my life. But there are plenty of other people who can isolate their work from who they are as a person. They can approach work as just something to pay the bills. Work is necessity and they find fulfillment in other parts of their life. And I guess a couple other people couldn't conceive that you could be happy with who you are if you hate your job. And I admit that I have trouble seeing that as well. But I guess I have a problem with prescribing one kind of lifestyle approach for everyone because people are different. And as hard as it is to imagine your shitty job not affecting you as a person, I believe that there are people like that out there. It is probably my worst case scenario but hey I'm an idealist. I want my life to be in a Disneyland dreamworld.

As depressing as it is to think of someone who hates their job I find it equally as depressing to think of someone who loves their job and let's that define them. How one-dimensional. We are so much more than just our occupations. And that leads me to say that you can be the person you are, that you can be fulfilled, even if you don't like your job. But at the same time, going over to the other side, if you spend so much time at your job and you don't like it how could you live with yourself as a person. You never stop being a person. You're a person even in your job. If your education has transformed you as a person you bring that to your job. You can't not. Or can't you? Zach gave an example of a recent Haverford grad who works for an insurance company and basically what he does is help the insurance company find ways of paying the least amount of money as they can to people who apply for insurance. Does this friend know that it's wrong? yes. But can he separate who he is from his job? I would hate myself, but maybe he can do it.

At the end Miller basically said that sure we don't have to do these things. We can find a normal job. But what he wants us to know is that we CAN do these new things and we should leave it open. We don't have to, but we have the ability. And I found that last statement the most inspiring because right now I'm planning my future around my fears. I've always had this fantasy of just picking up after graduation and traveling for a year or moving to a new city and just finding my way. But the closer it gets, the closer I am to not doing it. Why? Because I don't want to fail. I don't want to be alone. And it's even more practical than that. I have a shit ton of loans and I need a job with money to pay them back. But if I take Jerry Miller's prescription, then things will work out because I will make them work when it comes down to it. Will I be able to live with myself when ten years down the line I'm in a stable job but I never took this opportunity to go out and live?

When I was a kid I would have fantasies about going to the East Coast for college. About just getting up and leaving California to try something new. The further into high school I got, the more I distanced myself from that idea because the college mentality in high school was UC and CSU oriented. But at the end of it I said fuck it this is my one chance I'm going to do it. So I did. And I've never regretted it. So why don't I just do that now? Where do I want to go? Seattle maybe? I would love to live in Seattle. What's tying me down? Nothing really except that boyfriend of mine. Oh what do I do with him. fuckin med school. Anyways, those are thoughts not for this blog.

But what's holding us back from going somewhere new? Get out of our comfort zones, get away from safety, and take a dive into independence. Sounds great. A bit romanticized perhaps but is that such a bad thing?

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

STRESS

This may be the first time all semester that I feel stressed.

I totally choked during my practice piano recital today. Actual recital is next Tuesday, so we practiced our pieces in front of our class today. I knew mine so well but I completely failed to execute.

My scene partner and I are so far behind in our Waiting for Godot scene. Fuck. It's so abstract.

I haven't picked a topic yet for the paper which has a thesis statement and annotated bib due tomorrow. balls.

I don't know anything about any philosopher. But this class is pass/fail so I'm not that concerned. Moving on to my other woes.

Neuroscience. SO MUCH TO REMEMBER.

My life is really the best. I couldn't ask for a better one. Albeit I am still stressed right now. I think it's mainly from my failed piano performance tonight. That's where all this stress is stemming from. I'm going to take a shower because that will make me feel better. Getting drunk would too but that would be counterproductive and I would only be more stressed in the morning. And my boyfriend abandoned me in my time of desperate need to go get wasted with his friends. I exaggerate. But only slightly.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

If music be the food of love play on

"If music be the food of love play on."
Orsino, Twelfth Night (I.i.1)

I love this quote. It's the opening line of Twelfth Night, which is the play that my thesis is based on. I think. It's still in the working stages. Eeks. The opening speech flows wonderfully, it has a beautiful harmony to it, and the words are genius. But from the opening line, the speech tells a sad story. It's sadness disguised in beauty that falters and diminishes as the play goes on. Tragic right? And Twelfth Night is a comedy too. Orsino is in love with Olivia but she doesn't return his affections (obviously because when do things ever work out perfectly - in Shakespeare or in real life)? When the play starts Orsino has been chasing Olivia for awhile and this opening line suggests a kind of rigid mechanics to his love. He talks about music fueling his love as gas may fuel a car. It's as if he continues his pursuit simply to continue his pursuit, throwing into question the genuineness of his feelings.

But then he goes on to talk about excess because maybe if enough music is played then that will cure his obsession.

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

What? How does that work? How will music cure his obsession? If anything it would only motivate it. To hear the romantic sounds that only make him desire Olivia more. Or perhaps this is an illustration of Orsino's illogic that has developed out of his madness in his relentless chase after Olivia. The interpretations run on but alas I have other more pressing things to do.

I should spend less time marveling over beautiful opening speeches and more time working on my thesis proposal. sigh.

Monday, December 1, 2008

I turned 21

Haven't posted in a week because I've been busy celebrating my 21st. It was more like a birth-week celebration than a birth-day. Go big or go home.




A double-layer, chocolate-hazelnut, raspberry cake that Inez made me (in the shape of a heart!).



Tim bought me Tripel Karmeliet - my absolute favorite beer in the world.




The Health Center wishes me happy birthday with a card that tells me not to die.



Had one of my parties with Sarah who also turned 21


Also celebrated with my Leuven friends, but Beks has those pictures. Check facebook for other 21-related photos.

Thanksgiving was chill. Tim came down from NY; we hung around my apt most of the time. Except for Thanksgiving dinner at his family friend's house and the orchestra on Sat. night with Beks and her mom. Oh Thanksgiving dinner was interesting. Tim and I brought two bottles of wine but no one drank it, so I did and it kept me sane the whole night. Here's a conversation I had with one of the adults:

[Tim talking to a mom about medical school. What a tool right?]
A mom (to me): So are you going to med school also?
Me in my head: ugh another one of these asian parents.
Me aloud: No, I study English Literature
Grandmother chimes in to mom: It's ok, everyone goes to grad school now
RED ALARM GOES OFF IN MY HEAD. OMG PLEASE DON'T ASK ME ABOUT GRAD SCHOOL. I HAVE NO PLAN FOR MY LIFE.

Fortunately the conversation stops there and I keep my sanity. It really wasn't that bad - I'm exaggerating the screaming in my head. If you remember my blogging from high school, I can be rather dramatic. Some things haven't changed. I kind of wonder now if I should've told her I don't know what I'm doing with my life because it's kind of funny to see people try and force some kind of answer like "oh, but what are you interested in?" and "what are some ideas you have?" or "so you're an english major? do you want to be an author?" And then work their faces into a tolerable expression that doens't convey their distaste for my misguidedness.

Oh I also went Black Friday shopping as usual. Woke up at 5am and dragged Andrew with me also. What a good sport. We got there at 6:30am and left by 10:30. OH AND I GOT A NEW CAMERA. FINALLY. Here are some of the first pictures - completely devoid of any sort of intrigue.



Andrew took this. It's a page from the New Yorker.



This is my apt's sad panda. He is wearing Andrew's new hat from H&M.



I can take pictures in black and white.



At the Kimmel Center with Beks and Tim. I love going to see the Philly Orchestra. I just wish I knew more about music :(