Flowers make me feel good about myself. One drawback, however, is that flowers in the U.S. are very expensive. If it were true, I would buy flowers every weekend when I go to town and put them in my room. Also, considering the temperature and the fact that they are placed in a room, fresh flowers don’t last very long, so I am a little reluctant to buy them. However, I feel better when I put flowers in my room. The other day a friend of mine gave me a dried rose. Just by placing them in the room, they brighten up the room at once. Another reason I like flower bouquets is that they are made from various kinds of flowers. It is nice to receive a bouquet from someone, but another good thing about flowers is that you can arrange them with the recipient in mind. Another interesting point is that each flower has its own meaning in the language of flowers. Gerbera as a whole means “mystery and sublime beauty” in the language of flowers. The language of flowers also changes depending on the color, and in the case of roses, there is a meaning depending on the number of roses. These may be small romances for us as well. My mother’s birthday and Mother’s Day are coming up soon, so I want to give her a bouquet of pink flowers.
Day: May 5, 2024
Quaran-tunes
Recently, I revisited my quarantine-era playlist, and let me tell you, it was LIFE CHANGING.
It’s crazy how music can bring back such vivid memories and feeling from a certain part of your life.
Lets go over a few songs:
Song #1: Hot Rod – Dayglow
This was THE song for me during quarantine. I would get on my bike, play this song, and ride around town, with the sun beams burning the back of my neck. During quarantine, it was really, me, my bike, and this song against the world.
Song #2: Green Light – Lorde
Now, I’m not going to go over the masterpiece that this album is, because I could write a whole other blog about that. Specifically though, I would listen to this song on long car rides, or when I was stuck at home, laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Song #3: Ain’t It Fun – Paramore
Quarantine wasn’t very fun. But this song made it a little bit better. The intro itself brings me back to the era of dalgona coffees, and the “Say So.”
Song #4: Corduroy Dreams – Rex Orange County
Now, every Rex Orange County song was a quarantine song, but I think I listened to this song the most. I remember listening to this song while walking home from “work,” whered I helped my parents out with the restaurant.
Finally,
Song #5: Maniac – Conan Gray
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Junie B. Jones
My name is Karin H. Hahn. The H stands for Hasegawa. Except I don’t like Hasegawa. I just like H and that’s all.
If that line doesn’t sound somewhat familiar, well for one, I’m heavily disappointed, but two, it’s from one of my FAVORITE series, Junie B. Jones.
This line, which opened every single book in the series, will forever be ingrained in my head, for multiple reasons.
One, I’ve read and reread this series numerous times between the first grade and probably the fourth grade, admiring the spunky girl who talked to her stuffed animals and gave herself haircuts with craft scissors.
Second, as a kid, I resonated heavily with Junie B’’s resentment for her middle name.
Growing up, I wanted a middle name like Rose, or Mary, or another one of those basic white-girl middle names that every other girl in my class had.Â
Over time though, I’ve grown to like my middle name.
I like the meaning of it—”long valley river.”
I like how it connects me to my heritage, to my mom’s side of the family in Japan.
I like the way Karin Hasegawa-Hahn flows.
I just have to get used to people mispronouncing it.Â
I’m betting that it’s going to be mispronounced at graduation.
I’m looking at you, Mr Floyd.
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My Fig Trees
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.”
This quote, from Sylvia Plath’s novel, Bell Jar, is, my per-say, “Roman Empire.”
Especially as a senior in high school, there’s so much weight on you to figure out what you want to be.
And it becomes so easy to categorize and label yourself, like “I’m a STEM person,” or “I want to be an engineer.”
But truth be told, I have no idea what I want to be. Or actually, I have too many ideas on what I want to be, and I have no idea how to choose. For example,
I want to be a film score composer, where I can make music that makes people feel the thrill of a car chase through a dystopian wasteland, and the enigma of navigating a mind-bending world of dreams within dreams.
I want to be a teacher, and share the excitement that I get from successfully integrating a function.
I want to be an astronaut, and journey into the hauntingly beautiful bounds of space.
I want to be a surgeon, and work with the intricacies and the ins and outs of the human body.
I want to be an architect, and shape the skyline with my designs and structures.
I want to be a nature documentarian, where I can harness my inner David Attenborough through immersive storytelling and beautiful panoramic shots.
I want to be…
“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
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