An Uprising. We MUST Prevail!

Today, I posted this on one of my friends' Facebook Walls:

Chin, I believe our bikes have fallen into the same fate. We are now victims of a cruel, cruel prank-gone-wrong. In the coming days and weeks and months to come, we must arise to this occasion as not a sign of defeat, but the beginning of a powerful uprising against those who choose to acquire bikes through shortcuts that neither you nor I have chosen to follow through with. We will not step down to their level. We will not surrender until we prevail!

It's Tuesday morning, and I have finally overcame what I thought would be an almost impossible day to get through on Monday. I had a Chinese quiz (my studying wasn't enough), an Orgo quiz (sub-studying, but quite enough), and a Calc exam (studying...enough/not enough). The long day with a huge uphill was finally over at around 7:30 pm. My friend Vi has been having a rough week lately, confused about feelings she has over a guy (boyfriend, ex-boyfriend? I can't determine). Those feelings have left her unable to focus as we were studying for our Calc exam from 2-5 pm. I decided to take her phone, and made plans for a get-together at Chinatown as soon as the exam was over. Her phone, of course, she took back, but we highlighted the end of our troubling day with a silver lining.

As soon as the exam was over, off we went to Chinatown. I got Thai Milk Bubble Tea at Rising Tide (Delicious!). Then, we went to Sang Kee for Peking Duck (our substitute for the Thanksgiving turkey) which we took to my apartment. I heated up food my mom made last week that I wanted to get rid of before Thanksgiving break. I ended my night with hours and hours of fun playing Rock Band and Band Hero at Anthony and Jon's house. I started off with the drums, then switched to guitar, vocals, and then, finally, the guitar. I was incredibly uncoordinated, yet it was still a fun night filled with laughter before everyone goes home for Thanksgiving. I eventually slept over, because it was too late to go back to my apartment.

I woke up expecting a typical day. Well, a Thursday school schedule on a Tuesday is not typical, but I still had classes to attend to, and expected to carry on with my day like any other. I walked to my first class as usual. For the first time in a while, I had arrived at my 9:00 am Orgo recitation early/on time. I was the only one from my class who went. Another guy there thought it was a Tuesday schedule.

On my way to class, I looked over at the library to see how my bike was. I saw two bikes. They looked unusually small. Are any of them my bike? I walked closer to get a better look. When I got there, I realized my bike, my bike I've had since I was in middle school, had disappeared.

Whatever Happened

So...I studied my Chinese conversation today (now, I have to do my homework for Monday and study for the quiz). I skipped Bio lecture just so that I could memorize the passage I needed to know for the class. I was freaking out, panicking, because I kept falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning. Once I got to Chinese class, Charlie, one of my classmates told us that we didn't need to memorize from the beginning of the conversation. Instead, she said, we just need to know the one long part for the conversation. No wonder, Huang laoshi said that we had a monologue. I felt better since I didn't have to recite from the beginning to the end of that part, but I was also frustrated since that part gave me the most trouble. I got through it, thankfully. I should've looked at the syllabus more closely. Instead of looking at "That kind of dumb mistake...It didn't burn," I read "...It didn't burn." Oh, me.

Today, I was using the bathroom at the Tech Center. Normally, the graffiti in bathroom stalls are annoying with So-and-So *heart* Another-So-and-So, and 4-letter words that people felt the need to express. My discovery today, I found to be the most amusing. It went somewhere along the lines of--

"Why the hell would anyone smoke weed when hey could just mow a lawn?"

Response: "Cuz weed gets you high."

I thought it was very clever.

I posted it as my Facebook status, and my friend, Nicole, posted one she has seen in the past: "Here I sit broken hearted, thought I'd shit but only farted." The rhyming, the play of words--clever!

Now, I'm at the Tech Center where I will need to get all my homework out of the way, so that I'll have time to study for more difficult things such as Calculus and Organic Chemistry.

It's 7:00 pm, and the Tech Center is about to close in 30 minutes, so I will have to go now. Ciao!

Hello, Everyone!

Hi! It's me, Melody.

I decided to create a blog for the sake of creating a blog. I don't expect anyone to read it, and probably nobody will, but I made one. I plan on using this as just my journal. With the stress that I deal with in college, I need an outlet to let out my thoughts and feelings. Even if no one will be there to read or hear what I have to say, at least those thoughts aren't just stuck within the confines of my memory--forcing me to dread every moment I think about them. Recording them allows me to avoid being torn between whether or not I want to remember those memories or force them out completely. You know, I don't want to force them out completely like they do in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, because the experiences I've had make up who I am. I take pride in that.

At the moment, I should be studying for Chinese class. Tomorrow...actually today, Friday, I have to recite a portion of a conversation in one of my Chinese text books. It's a lot more challenging than the ones we've had in the past. I didn't start memorizing it as soon I was supposed to...which was the beginning of this week. Now, I have to cram it all in. I'm incredibly tired, so we'll see how far I can go with it. As we were leaving class on Wednesday, I believe Huang laoshi (my Chinese professor) said that--unlike the conversations we've had in the past--this is going to be a monologue. =O

I believe I have ADD/ADHD or some degree of it. Actually, a lot of people do, but I feel like I have a higher degree of it than most do. I'll elaborate on the possibility that I might have it later. Where I'm trying to go with this is that my short attention span contributes to the ridiculous amount of tabs I have on my 2 windows of Firefox right now. To clean it up, every now and then, I would X them out. But before I do, I check to make sure that it's not an important site that I want to check out later.

As I was doing this just now, I looked at one of my style.com tabs. One of them had a link for the article Daul Kim Remembered. Anyone familiar with news articles would know that this means that someone has died. I was shocked, and eager to find out what happened. Did someone kill her? Did she have a mysterious illness that no one beyond her close circle knew about? Or was this article just an article about Daul Kim doing something worth writing an article about?

Model Daul Kim died from an apparent suicide in her Paris apartment yesterday (Thursday). It's sad. While I'm not a fan of hers, it's always sad to hear that someone has died at such a young age (she was 20). It's even sadder when you learn that the person has chosen to end his/her own life. They could have been able to accomplish more with their lives had they been alive and living. It's sad and disappointing. It gives me chills to the bone. The thought of it.

Yeah, I'm going to go know. Good first (but short) rant.