I took this picture as i was stuck on a train, waiting for the power to come back on. Luckily we stopped right along side the ocean. Perfect timing cause of the sunset. So gorgeous. But that was probably the only highlight of the beginning of a miserable weekend. The train had a power outage which resulted in all of us wondering how long we were going to be stuck there..waiting. Luckily, i was sitting by some really hilarious people who constantly joked about how there was an old lady walking alongside the train moving alot faster than we were. It wasnt long before they started busting out the alcohol. At least i can say i have had this experience: get stuck on a train with a couple of funny drunk people with some green glowsticks as our last resort for a light source.
It wasn't long before the train behind us bumped us so we could at least get to a station near San Juan Capistrano. Lonnng story short, my dad ended picking up at Irvine instead of LA at about 10 30. My train departed San Diego at about 4.

And now my rant about bioespresso. I must say, i've never had a website push my buttons quite like this one has. I already have this profound hatred for everything bioespresso. It gives me a hard time, so in turn, all i can do is yell at it from my computer screen. This weekend i was suppose to take an online test for that class. One word: Denied. The server was down the entire day, with the professor providing very little information about if it would affect our grades, when we do get a chance to do it again, and how we will do it. Get stuck on a train + bioespresso malfunction = unhappy asian.

It wasn't until Sunday night at about 9:00pm that the professor was like, oops sorry, forgot to tell you, the test won't count because of all the problems. On one hand, i was rejoicing because i dont have to worry about the test. On the other very angry hand, i was so pissed that my weekend rotted away thanks to the likes of bioespresso.
And to add to my ridiculous pile, the one guy that i even remotely consider more than a friend at one point, turns out to be a fake. Figures. That's just the way the cards fall in my case.

So for all those that know me, they know that i have a rather weird obsession with the tv show house. I even bought a shirt heh. I got this today in the mail and along with the shirt was a little card with the picture of the cast and their signatures on the back. *squee* The first picture is the front and the second is the back side. i've been waiting for awhile to get this one shirt, but they were on backup and took longer then expected. I'm so glad i got it though!

a legacy. gone. This backpack survived junior and senior year in high school. Little did i know, that in my second semester of freshmen year, my lovely bag would look like i chopped it up. Although, i am surprised it ripped. I got it from costco! Costco products are made to survive. Hmph. But, i guess i was expecting it. I didn't really treat it with the upmost care.

Today's weather was probably more miserable than the day before. I think its safe to say that the current weather reflects my mood in a nutshell. My day started off at 8:48 am. How do i know the exact time you ask? Well my roomie's alarm clock kept going off while she was in the bathroom. There goes my half hour of sleeping in. As i managed to drag my body off to school, my legendary backpack over there bailed on me and decided to rip. After bio, i went to the art building to get a signature for my change of major. Unfortunately a sign on the door saying, be right back, was there for everyone to see. And i could go on and on about how horribly fucked my day was, but typing out an entire blog of my problems isnt helping anybody. Maybe my mood is already soured by the fact that this weekend is valentine's day.

The weather is miserable, but i like it. Today i went to seaport village with a friend of mine. As we were exploring this cute little seaside village, we stumbled upon these globes that were lined up across the walk way. Each globe depicted either the consequences of global warming or what we could do to prevent it from getting worse. We had the most amusing time looking at all the creative examples. Some, i must say, were really incredible.

Unfortunately, i forgot my camera! It would've been great to post the different globes that were shown, but maybe next time. There was one that we pretty much declared our favorite and that was a globe that was completely made of metal. Maybe something about the use of cars and their affect of our atmosphere perhaps? There was another globe, completely retro, with a guy pointing at you saying, "Do something" I really admire creativeness like that. Gets me really inspired to do some sort of project lol.

I have to say, i enjoy seaport village quite a bit. It's such a cute little place, with all these stores that you can buy random crap in. My favorite so far is called the Mugger. It's a petite store that has all these cups. Big ones, fat ones, weird ones, small ones, you name it. I've never really collected anything in my life, but i think im starting to think that i might have a little interest in collecting fatty cups. They're just so fat and cute.

That's me! Me in all my post-breakup glory. After the distruction and rampage that was my life for 2 months, i decided to finally be rid of all the accessories that remind me of a certain heartbreaker. I gave the GoodWill clothes that belonged to him, as well as a scarf that I never wore. Poor thing lived under a box that was in the mess of my trunk. I went through and deleted every picture that had him in it. Although, i must admit, that was harder than i thought it would be. As every press of the delete key became increasingly hard and angry, I couldn't help feeling that i was erasing a very memorable part of my life. The only thing left to do, which i feel quite determined about, is finding a pawn shop and getting rid of the jewelery that i was given. I feel that would be (or close to) the last step that i would have to take to get over it and believe me, I am ready to put those memories in the past, where it belongs.

I am sure that no one likes to read about the ramblings of a broken heart, but i have a need to vent. The last 2 months have seriously been a rollercoaster of emotions. I spent a year of my life caring for someone so much, that to have it abruptly end was like getting hit by a bus. Hearing that he was unfaithful wasn't bad enough. Oh no. He never called me back. He never fought for me. I think that was the part that hurt the most. Haven't heard from the fucker since. Out of this experience, i learned that some people are really that heartless. All in all, even though this put a damper on pretty much everything, i feel like i know more about myself than i did before.

Over here ,on the brighter side of the world, i finally know what i want to do for a career.

I want to be an animator for Disney's Pixar or Dreamworks. Long shot, i know. Worth it? i hope so. I just feel like, with the proper classes and training, (not to blow my own horn) i think i could be good at it and most importantly, i think this would make my happy.