How I realize I’m getting older..

  • I look at my old pictures back from at least a year ago and start to notice how young I looked.
  • My skin cannot rejuvenate after an all-nighter…as in, I can now find my bags under my eyes..I think I need to actually go buy a concealer now..
  • My lack of being able to pull all-nighters now.. such a drastic change. 
  • When I’m thinking to myself how time flies…

Ending the 2nd year

I feel like at the end of every quarter, once finals week hits, I subconsciously start to reminisce & reflect on the recent past. Maybe it’s my way of being rebellious when I have to study, or another distraction that leads me to procrastinate…or possibly both. 

Sophomore year.. my second year as an undergrad, and my last year as an underclassman. Comparing the last two years, I’d still prefer freshman year. I still miss the dorm life. Not having to worry about financial issues, mortgage/rent payments, future career paths, and how I should’ve focused on my gpa more… Bleh. On a brighter note, I think I grew a lot mentally, spiritually, and..physically? (idk..maybe not, health center nurse said I got an inch shorter..wth). At the end of the year, I finally found a church in Irvine, Newsong! And the accountability from such loving sisters there. I never thought I’d go to Japan this summer for missions, or going on a mission trip in general. I’ve never gone on a mission trip before, so I know I’d be blown away from everything when I’m there for 5 weeks. And I’ve been feeling pretty blessed and rebuked by the relationship I’m in with my boyfriend, whose been teaching me much patience, discipline, love and support…even when I was being a real butt to him. I think these were such big highlights of my year. 

I guess like that, I’m starting to really understand that I just need to constantly persevere and do my best while getting stuff done. I think as long as I put in my effort, God’s good plan for me will be revealed in his own timing… 

Estherrrr Choiiiii, hwaiting! :)

Agenda:

  • Start selling handmade cards to fundraise (for missions) for Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Birthdays, Graduation, & what not. (Thinking about allowing a mailing option as well.) 
  • Send out majority of my support letters. (A request for one is always open.)
  • Ace my French 2C Midterm.
  • Study for Ling 3 Midterm.
  • Resist those horrid cravings of late night munchies. 

Thrift Shopping

I think I waited for this long enough. I need a stress reliever, meh. 

90 plays

“Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I’d never been
‘Til you put me down, oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I’d never been
Now I’m lying on the cold hard ground”

30 plays

A guy in the right suit & tie is a woman’s definition of sexy.

I’ve been feeling pretty emotional lately… & I’m not sure why..

Anonymous letters

Spontaneously, I just remembered I made a blog couple years back anonymously writing in my struggles, completely exposing myself…and I also remembered that I created this blog solely for a momentarily thing, where I’ll never go back to it. I completely forgot about it, and that was my intention. However, now I can’t help but be curious of my past thoughts.

It’s weird how I’m the one who created the account and can’t remember what email I created for it and what password it could be. I have absolutely no idea. ..since I probably created something random on the spur of the moment. Sigh, I’m seriously wishing I wrote down somewhere what it was…but I know for sure I didn’t, because I didn’t want to remember. 

Maybe I’m just better off not remembering….

I sometimes wonder what my wedding is going to be like

Feelin’ Committed

Sick, but finally feeling devoted to diet. Then I’ll gradually work out if time permits, sigh…if only there’s ever time for that.

My mains: not eating after 6-7 pm ish & eat healthy food & drink lots of water! 

& still deciding if I should go back to vegetarian. Hmm…maybe not but…I’ll leave that up in the air seeing how things go..

or maybe this sickness is making me crazy….