Yai’s Kor

I’m doing well. Eating enough.

Sleeping it seems a lot more because I have much more time on my hands. I refuse to read for work anymore. I don’t read for pleasure, only because I have yet to pick up a book to read. I now play my DS regularly. I have a solid A in Chemistry and a solid B in Calculus. I have picked up drawing again. Even if only to neglect my homework for a little longer.

I’m as indecisive as ever. I still enjoy sarcasm immensely. I am in the midst of a decision to buy a bicycle. I am also considering picking up photography. And I am still the greatest track head that you will ever meet. The proof:

“The adidas adiStar Sprint is a top tier track spike for those sprinters who want their shoe to fit like a second skin. Synthetic upper with hook-and-loop closures provides variable adjustment and support. Foam insole adds comfort. Pebax® and TPU plate with replaceable spike elements offers lightweight performance and durability. Wt. 7.0 oz.”

So it has come to my attention that many people believe that I resemble Kevjumba of Youtube. I’m not sure how to take that, so I have compiled the following exhibits on the matter:

Exhibit A: The Original [Taken from his Five Facts Video]

Exhibit B: The Impostor [Taken by Mel-Anges while video chatting last week]

Exhibit C: The Comparison [What do you think?]

-When the nuances of residential living start to creeping into the forefront of your mind.

-When you begin to miss the “monotonous” dinner usual of rice and kimchi.

-When you wish you had your own room. 

-When hanging out with people was easy because there were so many places to go.

-When your professor says there are high end boutiques in the Mission District and you laugh.

-When you miss the tall buildings so much, you wish you couldn’t see the sky.

-When you end up not staying clean because the bathroom is much farther than it used to be.

-When you start looking for even one reason to wear the jackets you brought.

-When your in-class daydreams revolve around track meets of yesteryear.

-When you start missing being insulted in your face by someone smaller than you. Even slightly.

-When one of your favorite past times is to lock and unlock your high school locks. 

-When the people you talk to are still at home. 

-When you start drawing the people you left behind.

-When you start missing the feeling of having your sides ache from laughing with friends.

-When the pain that comes with a conditioning practice starts sounding attractive.

Just because I don’t say I miss home doesn’t mean I don’t. You have no idea how much I miss my old life. It’s unbearable at times.

So i’ve been in Santa Cruz for around a month now, and I’ve noticed some things about this ho-dunk town. And I’m not a photographer, so all these are phone photos, but I couldn’t help but share these with you.

A synthetic potted plant found at Benten Sushi downtown. A marijuana plant. 

The rims of a white pick up truck I saw on my way back from class. 

For the hypster.

I just really liked these socks.

OK, not Santa Cruz, but I just needed to point out I have never seen a more generic looking label before.

Finger cots, you say?

I get my cookies delivered. How about you?

Go Veg!

I always secretly wondered if there were actually toys of this…

The picture is dark, but there was a hick band playing downtown. Complete band included: A washboard, a mandolin, a banjo, an accordion, and a hick bass (a long stick with a elastic band mounted on a washtub). Oh, and the genre of music they played: Death metal-esque. No joke. 

That’s all for now. I’m sure more to come…

On an unrelated note, my Calculus textbook smells like red wine. Curious.

Today I went down to the East Remote Field. This is what I wore. It always reminds me of running.

I ran for 10 minutes. I did a bunch of running drills. I did four strides about 75m. I stretched afterwards. I came home at 9:30. I slept until 11:30.

Just like back at home…

I miss Track. More than you can imagine.

I’m currently avoiding continuing on the mountain of homework that I have to do. So let’s go into some music. 

Priscilla Ahn is quite pretty. Probably the only thing that compares is her beautiful voice. She happens to be half-Korean. 

I found Esther Haejin Lee on Youtube.com to find covers of Ms. Ahn.  As far as I can tell, she’s full Korean. 

And she led me to Ms. Jennifer Chung and Ms. Sarah Kim. (Both Korean)

They in turn, led me to Melissa Sonico who is not Korean.

I have a real knack of finding musical Koreans. AND they’re all girls. What the heck, man. I feel like a creeper. 

I smoked last night for the second time and was high for the first. 

It made me sleepy.

Part two of the series that started in Korea of nonsensical musings. And they are as follows. 

I was online today and while online, talked to my brother and told him how my music library has been really stale due to the fact I can’t hear his music. We tried getting them onto my computer, but failed epically. So I went on grooveshark, a parting gift from floob. I just went back to that page and listened to Love Fool by New Found Glory. I turned on autoplay to listen to similar songs and so forth. I then got to thinking of trying to find other Lowellites that are on the blogger. So I went here (I’m not quite sure who this is, but am positive she (I think it’s a she) is a Lowellite). I found yojoho (guess who) and browsed there. I came to the conclusion that I shall name my potential daughter Jaimie, because they seem to be very beautiful young ladies. I wandered to Freakonomics to find the list of future popular names found in chapter 6. I was unsuccessful. I also had two other sudden thoughts. I really liked the song On My Way by Off by One. The other was I should incorporate more photos. I should take more photos of campus. 

I need to stop thinking so much.

I decided that my walls were frightfully bare while I was here. I then found out about this handy program online. And now my walls are decorated with a lovely poster of home. How do you use the program to decorate, you ask? It’s quite simple:

1. Google rasterbate and click on the first thing that comes out. Follow the directions given and print out the resulting pdf file.
2. Take one of the sheets that you just printed out.
3. Cut the border off to rest of the important stuff.
4. Connect the pages together.
5. Hang it up, and enjoy the resulting wall art.

A week after my birthday, I stumbled on my old baby tapes. It covered my first year of life, from the hospital to my first vacation to the Grand Canyon. And it surreal to see this familiar stranger of a baby, knowing that was me.

On the 12th of August, I stumbled upon a collection of songs. They were written by a group named Romy and Rich. They were the very first band I heard on Myspace and the first indie band I was interested in, back in the fall of 2004. They have since disbanded. I heard them and was taken aback at the honesty and simplicity of the songs that I have failed to catch when I was younger. I decided to look for their songs as to complete my library, but they have erased their mark on the Internet. Everything is gone. 

I came back home to get stuff during the weekend of September 27. I came into my room and noticed that things hadn’t changed. Except for the pile of sweaters upon my dresser. My Lowell Track sweater was gone. Apparently my brother decided to “borrow” it. I ran into his room and snatched it back, before he could say anything. I didn’t know why I had decided to leave it here, but remembered I decided against it to sever certain ties and memories from the time I spent on track. For better or for worse.

It’s always a refreshing experience to return your roots, no matter where you are, what your interested in, what point in time your roots are. Roots in music, fashion, interests, sports, movies all apply. They’re like the catalysts for the intangible treasures called memories.

But roots are always in the past. You can’t stay there forever. Things change. You change. And eventually, you and your roots go seperate ways. One stays inert as a part of history while the other moves into the future. So at least for me, returning to your roots is always a bittersweet thing.

The second question has been answered on The Survey Project. This is basically ensuring I’m updating weekly.