the Olympics just ended. for the last two weeks, the world was delighted to the greatest gathering of athletic spectacles, and boy were we delighted. it's pretty interesting that the most popular Olympic sports are the ones that are in the media spotlight only because of the Olympics, but I am not complaining! from the Olympics we are treated to a new batch of athletic heroes
the athletes' passion and zeal for the Olympic medal never ceases to amaze me. for me, the best part of the games are the athletes' reactions after competing. of course, the gold medal winners have the best reactions, but just the fact that all of these athletes giving their utmost effort is the best
I stayed up late last night to watch the US Men's Basketball Game finally be shown live, and they did it! Redemption. brilliant. the team could not have been a more professional team, both on and off the court, and their medal reflects their superiority
for these games I was probably the most interested in the indoor volleyball teams. I'm not very inclined to the sport, but maybe it was from all the times I watched TV at the gym, or from catching as much of the Olympics as possible, or the tragic stabbing story, but I think I watched most if not all of the M & W volleyball games, including the quarterfinals women versus Italy (come from behind), and men versus Serbia (close one)
school starts tomorrow. am I excited? absolutely not. I suppose I should "get it over with," though, and thus have compiled the mandatory list of goals for the year
- make use of my yoga mat
- make use of my trumpet
- read more books leisurely
- score well on the GRE
- get into good grad school with financial aid
- anything else?
currently listening to: "Run The Show" Kat Deluna
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Handlebars
so lately I've been running. now, I suck at running. godawful form, limited physical endurance, lack of a physical build. but I got sick of the ineffectiveness of the elliptical, and I can't really swim either (heck, maybe I'll work on that next, but I can't flip turn decent enough to save my life). thus I started running. and I've slowly been building my speed, going from 5.2 MPH (pathetic, I know) to 5.7 MPH to 6.2 MPH, where I stand now. I guess I want my goal to be at least a solid 35 minutes averaging 7.0 MPH or more
but the downside of running is I'm starting to get sore around my ankles again, primarily my right foot (I've always had an uneven gait; I use my left foot more than my right). so I've turned to bandaging my ankles, makeshift braces to limit unnecessary mobility. they've been working quite well. but now I look kind of ridiculous because I have little rubber booties. I took them off today, but they've been hurting, so it looks like I'll be putting them back on
did I mention that I have a developing bunion on my left foot. I think it is because I put a lot more weight on my left foot and use my left foot more. I am quite obsessed with it
today was my last day of work. it was quite nice. I really grew to like the company. they treat their employees well and they are very knowledgeable on engineering. I hope to one day be able to work for a company as nice and legit as that one. but I'm flying back to San Francisco for a break before school starts. I hate school. I don't want it to start. I'd rather spend all day watching the Olympics. bah
my feet feel worse bahhh
currently listening to: Daft Punk "Too Long"
but the downside of running is I'm starting to get sore around my ankles again, primarily my right foot (I've always had an uneven gait; I use my left foot more than my right). so I've turned to bandaging my ankles, makeshift braces to limit unnecessary mobility. they've been working quite well. but now I look kind of ridiculous because I have little rubber booties. I took them off today, but they've been hurting, so it looks like I'll be putting them back on
did I mention that I have a developing bunion on my left foot. I think it is because I put a lot more weight on my left foot and use my left foot more. I am quite obsessed with it
today was my last day of work. it was quite nice. I really grew to like the company. they treat their employees well and they are very knowledgeable on engineering. I hope to one day be able to work for a company as nice and legit as that one. but I'm flying back to San Francisco for a break before school starts. I hate school. I don't want it to start. I'd rather spend all day watching the Olympics. bah
my feet feel worse bahhh
currently listening to: Daft Punk "Too Long"
Monday, August 11, 2008
Stronger
currently blasting - Daniel Powter "Bad Day", Kanye West "Stronger"
jesus fucking christ. today was a REALLY BAD DAY. and I'm not exaggerating - today was just godawful. probably one of the worst days of my life. see, there's no such thing as a "somewhat bad day" or a "so-so bad day." no, a bad day is when everything around you just falls apart. when one moment you think everything is fine in la-la land with fairies and birds and lollipops, and then the next moment you are strung out, cast out and thrown at the mercy to the lions of society. yes, a bad day is when society unfairly fucks you over for no reason at all, other than to mess with your mind
where one day you're thinking about what activities you are going to do this weekend, and then you are suddently thinking about how can you even do those activities in the first place. where you get played, shafted, short-changed, and there is hardly anything you can do about it
oh, damn wheel of fortuna!
okay, among the people I know, there are some people who seem to NEVER have a bad day, where life is just laid out perfectly for them, where they barely have to break a sweat and they get everything they want. these sunavabitches coast through life. they have it made. they always get the perfect hand. everything in life comes super easy; all they have to do is stick out their hand and it gets filled with riches. the perfect people
currently listening to - India Arie "Video"
on the other hand, there are those who aren't as fortunate. who, for some reason, always seem to be playing with a losing hand. people that desperately want to join the winners' circle, but seem to always fall spectacularly short because of the hand they are dealt. these people try to make the best of their situation, "play with the cards they have," but who are they kidding the cards don't lie. everything is a struggle for these people. these people understand the value of their remaining chips. they keep this number in their mind. often times, they ask themselves why they are even playing the game in the first place. do these people have the choice to walk away from the table? can they stop playing? why are they playing in the first place?
do we ever have a chance to truly do whatever we want?
now listening to - Augustana "Sunday Best"
life is not fair. jesus christ, life is unbelievably unfair. ask the civilians in Georgia and Saint Ossetia. look at the pictures in the New York Times, The Los Angeles Times. did they ever do anything to have their homes devastated, everything that they own destroyed? WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR?!
we were never truly masters of our own destinies. life just APPEARS to be controllable, but in the end we are all God's little sock puppets. or in a darker way, we are all fate's bitch (that brilliant little insight came from Wonderfalls, my favorite show). I don't even know why we try to assert ourselves, we're just going to get fucked anyways. and by such I mean the "unlucky" ones. perfect people never get fucked
so now I'm fuming over my superbad day, and I'm a whirlwind of emotions, some angry, some sad, a lot confused
I feel like I am NEVER, EVER truly appreciated for anything I do. that my labor is taken for granted, and I end up as a casualty of society. after all, I never had much worth anyways. oh sure, I was useful when bitchwork needed to be done, but any other time? nah, she's pretty useless. easy to dispose
jesus fucking christ. what a fucking bad day
EDIT: and I also twisted my ankle. physical and emotional distress. nice
jesus fucking christ. today was a REALLY BAD DAY. and I'm not exaggerating - today was just godawful. probably one of the worst days of my life. see, there's no such thing as a "somewhat bad day" or a "so-so bad day." no, a bad day is when everything around you just falls apart. when one moment you think everything is fine in la-la land with fairies and birds and lollipops, and then the next moment you are strung out, cast out and thrown at the mercy to the lions of society. yes, a bad day is when society unfairly fucks you over for no reason at all, other than to mess with your mind
where one day you're thinking about what activities you are going to do this weekend, and then you are suddently thinking about how can you even do those activities in the first place. where you get played, shafted, short-changed, and there is hardly anything you can do about it
oh, damn wheel of fortuna!
okay, among the people I know, there are some people who seem to NEVER have a bad day, where life is just laid out perfectly for them, where they barely have to break a sweat and they get everything they want. these sunavabitches coast through life. they have it made. they always get the perfect hand. everything in life comes super easy; all they have to do is stick out their hand and it gets filled with riches. the perfect people
currently listening to - India Arie "Video"
on the other hand, there are those who aren't as fortunate. who, for some reason, always seem to be playing with a losing hand. people that desperately want to join the winners' circle, but seem to always fall spectacularly short because of the hand they are dealt. these people try to make the best of their situation, "play with the cards they have," but who are they kidding the cards don't lie. everything is a struggle for these people. these people understand the value of their remaining chips. they keep this number in their mind. often times, they ask themselves why they are even playing the game in the first place. do these people have the choice to walk away from the table? can they stop playing? why are they playing in the first place?
do we ever have a chance to truly do whatever we want?
now listening to - Augustana "Sunday Best"
life is not fair. jesus christ, life is unbelievably unfair. ask the civilians in Georgia and Saint Ossetia. look at the pictures in the New York Times, The Los Angeles Times. did they ever do anything to have their homes devastated, everything that they own destroyed? WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR?!
we were never truly masters of our own destinies. life just APPEARS to be controllable, but in the end we are all God's little sock puppets. or in a darker way, we are all fate's bitch (that brilliant little insight came from Wonderfalls, my favorite show). I don't even know why we try to assert ourselves, we're just going to get fucked anyways. and by such I mean the "unlucky" ones. perfect people never get fucked
so now I'm fuming over my superbad day, and I'm a whirlwind of emotions, some angry, some sad, a lot confused
I feel like I am NEVER, EVER truly appreciated for anything I do. that my labor is taken for granted, and I end up as a casualty of society. after all, I never had much worth anyways. oh sure, I was useful when bitchwork needed to be done, but any other time? nah, she's pretty useless. easy to dispose
jesus fucking christ. what a fucking bad day
EDIT: and I also twisted my ankle. physical and emotional distress. nice
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Black & Gold
currently listening to: MGMT "Electric Feel"
I passed the Engineering In Training (EIT) exam! I got the results when I was in Texas (yes, I was in Texas!), and was very pleased. I don't know what I would have done if I didn't pass. well, I would obviously re-take it, but I wouldn't be very pleased with myself about it. the experience was forgettable enough; airplane hangars are for airplanes, thank you. but what this means is that I get to play engineer for the next several years until, with three Professional Engineers' recommendations, I go back to the hangar and take the Professional Exam. and then if I pass, then I can be a licensed engineer. yay!
XXIX SUMMER OLYMPICS. holy shit. I love the Olympics. I love how it only happens every four years, how the entire world watches, how it displays human physical performance at its best. I love the Parade of Nations (although I have yet to find Burma in the past three ceremonies), the elaborate performances, the surprising victories.
I passed the Engineering In Training (EIT) exam! I got the results when I was in Texas (yes, I was in Texas!), and was very pleased. I don't know what I would have done if I didn't pass. well, I would obviously re-take it, but I wouldn't be very pleased with myself about it. the experience was forgettable enough; airplane hangars are for airplanes, thank you. but what this means is that I get to play engineer for the next several years until, with three Professional Engineers' recommendations, I go back to the hangar and take the Professional Exam. and then if I pass, then I can be a licensed engineer. yay!
XXIX SUMMER OLYMPICS. holy shit. I love the Olympics. I love how it only happens every four years, how the entire world watches, how it displays human physical performance at its best. I love the Parade of Nations (although I have yet to find Burma in the past three ceremonies), the elaborate performances, the surprising victories.
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