I’m hyped and concerned about the track season at the same time.
I’m happy that I get to contribute with the skill that I’m familiar with, however, infamous track practice in my school is my only concern.
From my prior experience of football and wrestling, I believe that I’ve been through quite intense training, so joining track wasn’t my biggest concern. However, when my friends explained how excruciating the training is, I frankly got scared.
Despite these concerns, I still decided to join the track team because I know it’s going to be really fun.
The more effort you put in the better result you would get.
I hope this track season would help me get in better shape and push my limit mentally and physically for self-improvement.,
People always try to change in certain ways they want, and despite the people who actually achieve it, most of the people fail to do so.
This trivial factor would eventually categorize us in society. Of course there are other factors that might’ve affected the result, but based on the fact that we started from zero, people who strive tend to prosper, which is common knowledge.
We know this fact so well that there are so many films, speeches, books, and etc.
However, a lot of people fail to do so, because we do not change that easily.
Habits are really hard to change, because a habit is a pattern of our life that we’ve been doing constantly.
Some people have habits that would help them achieve their goals, and some have habits that would distract them from their goals.
In order to start a routine for your goal, you need to be persistent for good amount of time and remove all the factors that would distract you from doing so.
Persistency is crucial for you to change, which is an ability that I did not really acquire. However, I will try my best to do so.
SCENE — 7:00am on MONDAY, JANUARY 2020 in OJAI, CA. SHE WAKES UP IN DISTRESS FROM A LONG AND GLORIOUS SLUMBER.
It is absolutely freezing but it’s only 50 degrees.
This shower should only take five minutes. Jump in, jump out.
I found myself praying earlier this week but I don’t remember why.
I find serenity when I look up at a blue sky underneath an oak tree to see the sun peaking through the branches. It reminds me of home.
Gold is definitely my color.
I can wait another day to wash my hair even though it’s been two weeks since my hair has seen shampoo.
Clouds are still wild to me.
There is another bruise… woah.
My body hates me this week.
I wish I was better at sewing.
I love his song “Call it all for nothing, But I’d rather be nothing to you, Than be a part of something, Of something that I didn’t do”
Periwinkle is an underrated color.
I hope they are okay.
I love that feeling of being completely out of breath after climbing up a mountain and getting to look out at the view = the feeling of accomplishment.
Is she okay?
I cannot be that person for her, I need to be that person for myself.
It’s that time of the year, Asian new year. Asian new year is one of the biggest holidays in countries like Korea and China. We get to gather around with families that we weren’t able to meet for a while and celebrate each other by eating different kinds of food and talking about how their life has been. This is time of the year, where I want to go back to my own country. I always think about how fun it would be to spend time with family and relatives and laugh about stupid stuff, while I’m in my room laying on my bed. I wish one day I could celebrate Asian new year with my family and relatives.
While I was enjoying the beautiful weather of Ojai this morning, I got a text from my friends that made my heart drop, “Kobe Bryant was found dead with his daughter after the helicopter crash.” When I got this text, I thought it was some kind of joke or rumor that some people were spreading, and after checking all types of social media, I realized that it was true. I just couldn’t admit that my all-time favorite basketball player would leave us like this. There have been a few tragic events like this, but Kobe’s death just hit different to me. Kobe Bryant was the first player that I knew from basketball, and while me and my friends were playing basketball, I remember shouting “Kobe!” when I took the shot. He was a great mentor for a lot of people including me in and out of the court. Kobe Bryant might be gone in real life, but he will always have a special place in our hearts.
The beach houses that my mother would find always seemed so big to my four-year-old perspective.
With a staircase that I remember to be spiraling and
a brown and cream-colored chess board in the middle of a large living room
which was later to be covered in wrapping paper is what this house seemed like to me at the time.
My mother was always frantically scurrying around the house to make sure everything was perfect for my grandmother,
meanwhile, she didn’t mind the imperfections but simply didn’t have the power to say anything.
The uncles were catching up as the oldest was in Chicago and the youngest was living his life in Australia.
My brother, was playing with his GameBoy,
eyes locked to the screen.
My grandfather was looking at the beams and the ceilings to find some reason why the house wasn’t architecturally perfect in his eyes.
And then there was me, either in the corner or on the couch next to my grandmother, where I would play with my Polly Pockets being relatively quiet.
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I do not remember a lot at the houses except for the people and the feelings surrounding the time.
The presents and all the other material items around me did not matter, especially because I knew the reality of the grandmother’s illness and how she had limited time here on earth with me.
I do remember the smell of the house,
a mixture of palm trees,
salty ocean mist, and
the sand that has been carried many miles,
just for me to feel that unforgettable warmth between my toes.
I also reminisce about her during the holiday season. She wore fuzzy socks. I still have a worn out, baby pink pair of her socks stuffed in the back of my drawers.
From cuddling on the couch, with the chaos of my family
to being on the beach, with the rolling waves and the roaring wind,
