Monday, January 31, 2011

Optimism

It sucks. There really is no other way to put it. Sure, everyone needs a little dose of happiness in their life, but being optimistic gets you nowhere. Let me give you an example:

A senior student breezes through her first week as a second semester senior, noticing how the homework load is relatively light and that she doesn't have to do much. Attempting to be optimistic, she thinks that the rest of the school year will be like that. Now the senior student still has two classes of homework to finish while on the computer writing a blog post.

Being optimistic sucks.

There really is no other way to put it. Maybe I should stay a pessimist; better for my sanity and my hopes and dreams. Wait...being a pessimist means that there are no such things as hopes and dreams. Well that just blows.

I don't think there is a happy medium, but I can't handle optimism right now. In fact, screw to the you, optimism. It's time for me to live my life in misery. (Yay for miserable old ladies?)

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Just a Tad Confused

Okay, nothing light-hearted this time. The topic is...Egypt. Lovely, eh?

The only thing is I have no idea what's going on in Egypt. I'm trying to catch up on the news, but I think I need someone to sit me down and explain it to me. Really. I think this is the first time I've ever felt confused about what's going on in the world, and I don't like that feeling. I like to know what's going on, especially when it comes to politics. Which is probably why I'm so frustrated. And writing in fragments. >.>

Hopefully by next post I'll have a slight sense of what's going on, if not a comprehensive one. [Insert rage]

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

College Confidential

This site (College Confidential) is absolutely amazing. I originally used it to look up scholarships and the next thing I knew, I was hooked on the Ivies' forum threads. Right now, I'm stuck on the "Top 10 Reasons to go to Pomona" thread and I have to say, that school sounds amazing. Unfortunately, it's all just a matter of getting in. Of course, my hopes aren't too high, but hey, a girl can dream.

Actually, I think I just want to get into a college. So far, I haven't heard great responses (actually, I've only had one so I don't know if that counts >.>), and I'm kind of freaking out. But I'll distract myself with scholarship stuff and college confidential. Which reminds me...I should really get working on those that require writings. T.T

Friday, January 7, 2011

Facebook

So the previous post was posted today, because I had neglected to do so yesterday which is the only reason why I'm writing two posts today. Kind of. Well...never mind.

Facebook. Yes...the bane of my existence. Actually, it's not that bad except for those addicting games that require a log-in every day. It's given me a way to be in contact with friends, new and old. There's only one problem: I just realised that not everyone on my "friends" list can be considered a good friend of mine. Yikes. =/

I'm not too keen on wiping them off the list, though, which causes me to think how important Facebook really is in terms of connecting with friends. Phone always feels more personal, but could you imagine the phone bill after one long distance phone call? And emails are great but not when you're living in the rapid fire of this time and age. So we resort to Facebook.

The even sadder thing about Facebook is the fact that even if you have 1000+ friends, there's no guarantee that you're going to contact all 1000+ friends; that would just be insane. Soon, your friends no longer become friends but rather numbers. It's wonderful, isn't it, knowing that you're just a number on someone else's list? You're now a statistic to that person.

Oh, and let's not forget to mention the obvious fail of Facebook trying to keep accounts 13+ in terms of age. I can assure you that there are ten year olds running around Facebook, probably playing addicting games. I'm not saying it's bad, but the least those kids could do is learn some internet safety before they displaying their home place, expected school, 537 photos, 263 videos, and every thought that they're having.

Speaking of internet safety, how safe is your Facebook profile? I have to admit that I am insanely paranoid when it comes to internet safety, going to some great lengths to protect my identity. Don't mind the fact that IP addresses can be traced and you didn't hear that from me. Short of that, though, I think my Facebook profile is pretty well-covered. At least I'm not "searchable". xP

I'm not writing this post to dis Facebook. In fact, I'm rather attached to it. But I will admit that there are some things about Facebook that bothers me, including its ability to distract me for hours as I'm on my laptop at late night hours. Yeah, maybe it's a problem.

Hospitals

So I neglected to notice that the last post Asian Time was the 69th post. I'll let all you readers fill in the blanks.


I decided to talk about hospitals for this post due to recent events. I don't think any of you guys know what it is nor do I expect you to. Let's start off with all of the times I have had to go to the hospital (birth does not count):


o Sometime around the ages of 10-11, I had the stomach flu but the pain was so bad that I was taken to the ER. Highly unpleasant visit, as I ended up not able to drink down all the medicine and having to re-drink it. Long story short, I can't help but avoid apple juice now. The IV needle also slid out so they had poke another hole and that time actually hurt. Probably because they used the vein in the hand that time.

o Spring Freshman year: While trying to run across a crosswalk, I tripped over someone's foot (Hey! It wasn't my fault that that person was running diagonally and I just got caught by her hell). The ambulance had to come and I was subjected to the torture of not remembering what exactly happened. The ER wasn't that pleasant either; the man on the stretcher next to me was rather insane and kept thrashing around so my mother had to get someone to move me so I wouldn't be kicked in the head. Also took hours just to leave the place. End result: I left the hospital with torn sweats (had just came from a swim meet), open wounds on hands and knees, and this annoying wound on my forehead that required me putting on sunblock so it wouldn't look funny. Took about two years to completely heal. T.T

o Summer before Senior year: I was suffering from dehydration and the flu (but I didn't know that), so after passing out three times, my mother decided to send me to a hospital. In Taiwan. Three days before I was supposed to go home. Four days before school started again. It was perhaps the greatest timing I had ever had. Anyway, I had a pain in the abdomen so the first thing they said was appendicitis. Fair enough. Then the doctor said it might be some infection. Either way, they would have to keep me in the hospital for several days so I could have the surgery and heal. After my mother translated that to me, I started crying. I hate missing school; it's such a pet peeve of mine. Finally, they found out that there was nothing really wrong and that I could leave...and then I developed a fever. So I had to stay overnight for observation. It took a while but I finally was able to leave. I had also finished about 1500cc of saline throughout my time there. Condemned to drinking a 500cc bottle a day, I was bad but too tired and sick and out of it to really complain. So that was a brilliant scare.


Okay, so three visits aren't actually that much nor were they too bad. And I think I've accumulated enough knowledge to be able to muse about those visits and some of the lessons I have learned from them.

1) The difference between the two countries' ERs is huge. The nurses in Taiwan would show us what the medicine is, tell us what it does, and give us the cost. While I do appreciate knowing how expensive my treatment is going to be, sometimes it's a bit better to just hook me up and worry about everything else later. Then again, the nurses there really do seem nicer, probably because it's not a crazy rush there (or at least while I was there). They also have an observation room that has several beds, so patients don't have to be admitted but they can still stay overnight. They also move you if there's something going else in one of the two rooms.

2) Hospitals have this smell that is actually rather addicting. I don't know why but...yeah...>.>

3) While they are great at times, you need to be wary of their food. At least the dishes from the cafeteria thing has me kind of on a thin wire on whether I want to eat it or not. They're not bad; you just don't know what exactly it is you're eating.

4) The expenses. Oh. My. Freakin'. Ripred. Hospitals charge so much money, it's almost not worth going there. The bills are insane and you just want to go to them and beg to waive some of the fees. That's probably why I avoid hospitals as much as I can.

5) You can catch up on sleep at a hospital. Well maybe when you're not in a busy ER, but when you're admitted or you're moved for observation, you feel like you can take a nap whenever you want. So you do. And as a high school student who doesn't even believe in sleeping before 10, it is amazing. It's the best vacation you can ever have. Of course, you're probably at recovery stage at that point; the pain might have a problem with getting you to sleep.


I think that's it for now...So yeah, topic of the day is hospitals. Lovely, eh?

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Asian Time

I haven't completely forgotten this blog...yet. I can assure you that soon enough, I'm going to forget. But I figured I might as well talk about: Asian Time.

Now for those who are not familiar with what Asian Time is, I'll provide you a definition: Asian Time is pretty much the standard of time true Asians follow by. Which means that I don't run on Asian Time. Asian Time is usually at least 30+ more minutes than the given time or if it's a small amount of time, at least double the given time.

Example: My mother tells me that she is going to pick me up at 3:30 when it's 3:00. She comes at 4:15. In this case, the estimated time was not doubled, but added by 1.5x minutes.

You don't have to be Asian to run on Asian Time and vice versa. I'm Asian and I prefer being early. Asian Time simply applies to times when your parents go "Okay, I'll be there in 5 minutes!" and come half an hour later. Or if they say, "I'm right around the corner..." and you can easily fill in "...5 blocks away."

Why am I writing a post on this? Well, I thought it would be rather amusing. And even if you don't run on Asian Time, it only takes practice before you know when you can apply it (ie. waiting after school, waiting for a ride, waiting for a friend to call back in "5" minutes).

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

What happened to 100?

Yeah...that's going to happen once I graduate high school college (<-- my attempt on being safe with my estimations).

In short, why am I posting three months later? Because I forgot this blog existed. Seriously. I go on the dashboard sometimes and my eyes just glaze over this blog. That's not to say I'm doing any better for all the other blogs that are just sitting there albeit pathetically but that's for another post...maybe. But yeah, this poor thing has just been...well, pathetic. At least now I know some HTML coding so maybe I can whip it back into shape with style.

Psh, who am I kidding? I'm an incredibly boring person who is blogging because it exists. Lovely, right? Anywho, I should probably get back to homework before my mother demands sitting behind me while I'm on my laptop. And before you start thinking that I'm a 40-something year old woman still living with her mother, I will advise you to shave off 20+ years off your estimation, change "woman" to "girl", and "mother" to "parents". Yeah, but you should know that by now, right? Thought so.

Wow, I'm seriously off-topic. Eh, what the heck? I'll be as random as I want. And maybe complain about my grades which actually aren't that bad but whatever.

...I think I need another dose of optimism. Er...I'm going to be a second semester senior in 3 weeks? I might be able to exempt a final? I'm not taking a language this year? :D I'm sure I'll find something to be happy about soon.

And off to writing what my philosophy is. -nods- This is going to be interesting.