Stress Reading

Stress eating? Pretty common. I do it too.

Stress exercising? Normal.

But stress reading? Never thought it happened to me.

Until it did.

It didn’t start off that way. I just stumbled upon a fun romantic comedy novel which turned out to be a series and I was excited to read more of it. So I did. At first it was too fun to stop. I plowed through 4 books before my brain was finally satiated with its hunger. I didn’t realize I missed reading so much. One series turned to two. Since I was enjoying the romantic comedies, I looked for similar ones, and I did (obviously). Then I had a couple tests coming up but instead of putting the books on hold I just continued with the series. If I finished a book, I’d put it down, make a mental note on how much I liked it, and give myself a minute. At this point, my responsibilities (as a student which is to study) would start floating in my head. I had other responsibilities too, which included but was not limited to taking care of my body, staying in contact with my family and friends, and cleaning my room. I’d give it a minute, and then opened up the next book in the series. It was easy. All I had to do was just pull up the next book on the series. I thought, it’d be okay. There was only one book left in the series. I’ll finish that and then when I have nothing to do, I’ll just start studying then.

I did not start studying then. Instead, I looked for more books to read on GoodReads. And I did. I was halfway through another series (I had now turned to paranormal (? supernatural?) romance which was heavy on the things that go bump in the night and less on the romance. Side note: I was slowly but surely going into the romance section which was something younger me would be repulsed by. Younger me did not see this coming. I went in ashamed of myself, and now I actually enjoy it, so younger me can suck it and go find something else to annoy.) when the test crept up on me. I actually waited until the day before the test ‘stress-reading’ to actually open up my notes and go through some past years as revision. The test itself sucked. It wasn’t too bad, but it was awful for my standards. Not to mention the sleep depravation caused by reading and procrastination.

So yeah. Hopefully it does not become a thing. I need sleep more than I need books. If I can’t make myself study, I should at least sleep the stress away. I’m working on it. I should have a schedule. Or to-do lists. And exams are coming up. Here’s to actually getting my butt into gear and hitting the books.

Best wishes and luck to whatever you are doing,

Love,

Charley.

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Marianas Trench

If you don’t know what that is, I will now save you the time from Googling it. The Mariana (with NO s) Trench is the deepest parts of the ocean. MarianaS Trench is a Canadian band who I love very, very much. Please check them out.

I found them a couple years ago with their album Masterpiece Theater which is one of the greatest albums I’ve ever had the pleasure of listening to. Disclaimer: I am not a die hard fan. I don’t follow them constantly or have a news feed dedicated entirely to them. I just enjoy their music. So I went back to see if they had any new music. And they did. They have outdone themselves with Astoria just last year. I don’t know if it’s because I just miss Josh’s (the frontman) voice or their style of music or maybe I’ve just gotten sick of the mainstream songs lately but that album has literally enchanted me. And did I mention they have acoustic versions? So I dug a little deeper and found out more about them and the album.

 

Some things happened and life was shit for a while. But they picked themselves back up. And here I am being a whiny, hormonal little shit moping about these past few days.

So check out some of their songs:

 

 

If you caught that one reference, it’s because of this:

 

Have I mentioned the acoustics yet?

 

Please take the time to appreciate them.

Love,

Char.

the start of something new.

So I came to New Zealand to study. It’s been about two week since I got here, and my first week of classes has just ended. Here I am. So far so good, as one can be. I made some new friends, and I like them all. I’m not a party-going person, and I still don’t go to parties, and none of my friends party, because most of them are 18. I am a 20 year old in room full of 18 year olds. I feel old. There’s some music event going on at the bar on nearby, and it’s supposed to last two more hours. My internal alarm clock has adjusted itself already, and I am now sleepy. Sleepy at 12 am. That’s a thing now. And I wake up at 8 am every day. It’s a real thing, people, this is not a drill. I have now started a healthy lifestyle (sleeping-wise. I’m still working on the other things). 

I introduced myself as ‘Charley’, and not my real Chinese name out of convenience, but I still feel awkward about it, because I do not want to lose my inner Cina ppl. So I’ll probably start watching more Taiwan dramas just to keep my Cina in check. Already miss my family and starting to miss my friends, sigh.

Studies are fine, but it could be because I already have a (rusty) foundation in chemistry and biology, or also because it is only the first week, and the first few lectures are about introductions and safety procedures. Hopefully things go better. I’m going to watch some shows and brush my teeth and fall asleep. Tomorrow I’m going to the mall with my friends. I made friends 😀

Goodnight peeps,

Love,

Char.

New Year, new me.

I went to look at my old resolutions, and while they seemed doable, I didn’t do them. So there you have it. I am a lazy piece of shit. So this year, I’m going to keep it simple. We’re going to do resolutions that are as simple AF.

  1. only  buy things you will use. or also conversely, USE THE THINGS YOU BUY.
  2. also, stop buying so much black. opt for white or colored stuff instead.
  3. stay in touch with your friends and family. This will prove to be a challenge even without going abroad.
  4. stop guilt-reading. read what makes you happy. If you don’t like it anymore, stop. If you want to reread an old book 50 times, do it. but don’t get lazy. This year’s GoodReads aim: 50 books.
  5. write more. write anything. just write.
  6. take at least one photo a week. be it me, people, things, dogs, cats, ice cream etc.
  7. if I do buy books on impulse, you better damn well read it. money doesn’t grow on trees.
  8. stop saying no. try out for clubs, join sports, die trying, but JUST DO IT.
  9. save money pls. Goal: to go to DisneyWorld with my best emal friend.

I think that’s all I have for this year. 1 & 2 seem like the same thing, but eh. They all seem doable. I’ll have to motivate myself and come back to it at the end of the year, but I hope at least I’ll have crossed out half of them.

Well, I hope you guys had a great 2015 as well. Here’s to a new year, and a new you.

Love,

Char.

Letters

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I write letters now. Yep. That’s me. A writer.
Just kidding.
I bought these from Daiso yesterday with a friend and if I don’t put it to good use I’m not allowing myself to buy cute shit anymore. Writing is hard. I have no idea what to write. We already have the internet. If I wanted to say something I can just send a message online. Instantly. What can I say on paper that I can’t say online?
I guess I can send stuff, hence the paper cranes.
Oh well.
I’m going to Taiwan on Saturday. I might even post some stupid picture that doesn’t have anything to do with anything. Oh yes, and I went to the big bad wolf book fair. And you guessed it, I bought a Tom of books. I’m going to New Zealand and I still went and bought them. Yep. I’ll put in a picture when I finish tackling any one of the books. Yes, I am reading one of them now. Do not judge me.
Love,
Charley.

Update.

Hey.

I’m going to give the Aussies one more week. Then it’s time to get serious.

On veganing, I’ve decided to still eat at least a little meat. It’s not like I’m preparing my own completely vegan foods all the time. Plus, I love my mom’s cookings. And seafood tofu is still too delicious to give up. My only excuse is that I’m not eating that every single day. But so far, it’s been pretty good. I still have one last wrap to make but I’m still too lazy to peel my own apples. Pathetic, I know. But overall, I’m pretty okay. Trying to balance out the nutrients is important, and it’s not like I don’t have the option of meat. I’m just trying to find alternatives. It’s not like I’m anti-meat. I’d love for humans to get a little higher on the tropic scales but alas, we are slaves to technology and frankly we are so lazy we don’t even have the skills to revert back to nothing. And we don’t need to. So there’s that.

On my job, it’s doing okay. I’m having fun. Mostly. Today I left early because there was nothing much left to do but there was one last kid but he was independent but I still felt bad for leaving earlier than him. Not bad enough to stay, but ykno. I stayed with him halfway through his session and left. I gave him some candy as an apology, so that’s gotta count for something right? Now the other kids are starting to get annoying, but I know I should take that as the kids finally warming up to me. Or maybe I’m just being too lenient. Candy is a good way to bribe them but I shouldn’t spoil them with too much candy or their parents will be mad. C’est la vie, I guess.

I don’t think my skin is getting any better. I need a better moisturizer. And learn to control my itching.

I’m weirded out by my hair ever since I cut it to just below shoulder length. I have to blow dry it or it will curl in the wrong places, which is fine but I have a job so I have to blow dry it properly. Drying it all the time is really annoying. I not like it. I’m still wondering if I want a blue streak. I mean I do, obviously, but I’m still thinking if I really am going to.

That’s all that I can think of. Well, I’ll see you around, I guess.

Love,

Char.