99 Memories

I haven't been exactly posting and keeping up with the details of my everyday life. So, in order to keep my goal of trying to post something every now and then, I would like to give myself...

a challenge.

Haha! Anyways, the main objective is to post a memory from my younger years every so often. And maybe who knows? Remembering one memory usually resolves in the finding of another and another and another and so on... I'm quite interested in what my life was back then. I'd think of this... as a self journey into the past! One portion of this blog has just become a time machine.

What Interesting Weather

we have in the bay area! And yes, yes yes, I know that we are so lucky to be having this weather but I reserve the right to complain/whine about it (just a little).

In the morning when I wake up, I swear it's about 30˚ colder than what humans are possible of surviving. Does that mean I'm dead right now? Possibly. But it's also possible and very probable that I can die and revive on whim. Anyways, I dress for school with a huge eskimo sweater and... short shorts! Because you know what happens next? For the rest of my classes up 'til lunch, it's freezing. It's freezing cold, especially in my 2nd period when the teacher keeps the AC on high for the whole period. I die a little bit in that class every single day but then again, I'm special and can revive myself on whim. /sarcasm.

Then we have lunch, the most wonderful time of the day! Not only because we get to eat but also because  the weather pauses at a beautiful, delightful, sensational, marvelous, captivating, pleasant, enchanting, brilliant, absolutely wonderful, temperate time of day. (Does that make sense?) There's always a nice breeze coming in from the bay and the sunlight seems to illuminate the whole quad and it's such a joyous time and I'll stop trying to be poetic. Haha. Anyways, after 6th period I come out and it feels as if someone is directing a heat wave right at you, trying to take you down. I would love to say more but I really have to run now. Got some homework to finish before band rehearsal and I also just got a call about some good news and I really don't feel like ranting anymore in my old crabby self and I should probably stop talking in run-on sentences and I should probably stop not making sense.

There shall be another post later on to explain my wackiness in this post!

"Love dwells in the hearts of the brave."

Hello dear blog readers (of which I have none now)!

I'm not really sure why I created this blog. I did it on a whimsical need I suppose. Haha! The word "whimsical" is all over this blog (or what is of it right now). Maybe you can't tell but I really love that word. It's beautiful. I suppose it's because my feelings epitomizes this word. For the past few weeks, I've been really happy because I feel like anything is possible. It's the feeling of youth and adventure. It's the feeling of hope.

It's quite late right now so I apologize for my incoherent string of words. But I felt like if I created this blog, I must put something down on it! So here it is, my first post.

"Life is either a great adventure or nothing."

 Helen Keller