Dreams. Some notes.

Crazy dreams. Wanting the truth but willing to die if never revealed. On a beach with tons of sand and waves wanting to eat me alive. Lady and two male friends just watching me, waiting, while I ran the storm. Grabbed onto stones as the waves hit. Ran the beach, found two large root plants, like carrots?!, and held onto them while a wave hit. Some people were there and they got swallowed by the waves. Large stones and a lighthouse base missing the lighthouse with four doors. Giant waves start coming up – needed to find shelter. All of four of us finally made it in. Waited a while. The window/doors kept allowing water in, had to gauge the situation. All of a sudden, we are transported to where there are cars coming at us to the window/doors. We are in a suburb. We climb into a floating van and float through the neighborhood. We pass many homes. “All rivers will lead you to your home” said the lady. There are signs for river homes to find. Beautiful layouts in the misery. Stop floating. Find myself in a house full of people wanting to line up for music and other things. A friend tells me about her divorce and I have my big black Bluetooth headphones. I get a phone call and it’s her ex-husband asking me to make sure she is safe. Someone comes around to our car/power area and a guy plays loud music. Me and my friend put on our headphones to block out the noise while others come up to charge their phones. Enforcers around, some in blue shirt, some plainclothes, guiding people here and there. Find the main guy trying to fix his viola. I find my violin (in my house and bring it back) and play with him some lovely duet. Lose the crowd. Now at my house. I ask for a friend, Mom said he wasn’t around but saw I was sad so was hoping for me to feel better. I still had my violin and began playing sad melodic tunes while seeing there was a BBQ in the house backyard with my cousins. I turned around back inside to view the front yard to see it had become a fairy countryside, and there I found my friend and other family members. He comes inside the house to let me know I look better and that I have a few packages in my name, come see them. So I go into the garage- I notice my brother and cousins playing ping pong. And the packages were for DVDs of some kind and coasters, because I don’t have any for my office.
And then I woke up.

Brain, that was really weird.

009: Between the downbeat

I cannot beat myself up for the lack of writing. I can only admit to myself that consistent writing takes time, practice, and planning. I’ve not allotted those key aspects in my growth, so here go my typing fingers to take a step in that direction.

I’ve been listening to a customized Japanese pop and rock song list to practice for karaoke in Seattle at The Rockbox with friends, as well as getting my ear familiar with the song style. So far it works halfway – I actually learn the song best by writing it down. This is due to simply not knowing the kanji meanings (not all the songs will have furigana for singing along). I’ve also come to accept my range is significantly lower than what’s in my head. I can sing L’arc~en~ciel without hiccup, but Utada Hikaru will never be in my range (most of her songs have a wide range used, and I’m not as much as an alto as I used to be). This is something I’m doing for myself. Music drives much of my mood when I’m not reading or doing work. English song lyrics are so pretentious that I cannot listen for too long. Its really just another way for me to study Japanese.

Tarot classes have been sporadic, at best. The higher up the level, the more infrequent they are while the teacher focuses on the core lower level classes (most people take the basic course). I’ve been working on the weekend courses focusing on a specific Major Arcana card, but I also picked up a copy of The Spoken Cabala: Tarot Explorations of the One Self for another perspective. If you’re looking for an advanced level companion for self study, I highly recommend it -do take it one card at a time, as the author goes into great depth behind each card.

Adventures in tea have been dwindling. Currently, I am drinking genmaicha due to the common cold I got from my trip to LA (from 100 degree weather to 60 degrees in Seattle within a day? Yeah, you’d catch a cold too). While in Hollywood, I stopped by The Chado Tea Room, thinking I’d just pick up a tea to go. It does full service tea, tea time, and loose leaf tea sales. As soon as I acquire my own lodgings, I see myself obtaining several custom teas from their establishment. I enjoyed the experience, food, and tea.

I’ve done a few #inktober drawings on my Instagram, missing a few days (such as the last 3). But that’s ok. Life happens. Again, time and commitment. I need my sleep when I’m not well.

Today was spent looking at a couple of apartments within the complex my friend lives at, and while I love the facility and amenities it provides as a luxury complex, I think I’m going to hold back this time around. One of the big reasons is the studio is too small for my needs. I want to be able to work from home, but then go to bed in a space separate from where I work. While currently living at my parents’ home, as much as I want to work from here (I’d have to see if I can acquire FiOs for a steady connection as a call center telecommuter), it’d still violate that rule. Granted, another factor IS money – I just have too much outstanding debts in terms of my student loans. As soon as my credit cards are zero-balanced, all my funds will go to paying off my college debt so I can move forward with my life. I shouldn’t have to owe anything to anyone but myself, so I want that pendulum currently swinging over my head to be gone. GONE. 

I attended Geek Girl Con for the first time this weekend. I went to panels, shopped local vendors, and picked up books from the recommended reading list (#GGCLit – http://ggclibrarians.weebly.com) at B&N (because proceeds of the profits will actually go back to Geek Girl Con!), and met many happy friends both volunteering for the con and attending like myself. It was a very exciting yet low-key event, with amazing cosplayers and acceptance of all those present. For someone like me, it wasn’t overwhelming but definitely something I could see myself taking my younger cousins (boys and girls) to -unless I end up being an Agent volunteer. We shall see!

And on that note, I think I will wrap it up. The high energy music begs me to finish laundry, vacuum, and do a Tarot reading to end the night.

Thanks for your time.

0008: Lack of practice

It has been a long month since my last post. Even as I type, I am in a whirl, a rush, a world outside of my creative line of thinking and doing. I participate in activities, I work OT at my job. I am beginning to wonder if I am avoiding practice in fear of mistakes and “becoming perfect”.

I haven’t done a lot in the areas I enjoy. Tarot readings have been sporadic. My tea consumption has been everyday, because soda causes me to crash now (which is good in the end, for my health, though my pocketbook still suffers – I buy only high quality Taiwanese tea…). I have good intentions when it comes to wanting to study Japanese but I never sit down in one place long enough to study.

All the excuses in the world are just life trails we take. I blame no one but myself for what I perceive to be unhappiness, happiness, success, failures, sadness, joy. It is my life, and I am living it. I have never worked so much OT. I guess this is a very low point in my adult life that I am working to accept because so many of my ideals are not present (trains – hate driving; living space – generous parents letting live here while I tend to my debts, etc).

I’m very close to deleting FB. I don’t find it useful other than fueling the self-anger I have against myself. Its easy for someone to say “oh, everyone compares themselves to others all the time!” but it feels so debilitating that I might as well get rid of the root problem. Do you know what its like to hate yourself so much when you see your sisters work hard, share results, get praise, and all that superficial hype? I just… I just want to live my life, off the grid. I don’t want to be here for the praise, not anymore. It feels like such tedious work that I give up before I start. I want to please only myself. I am tired of thinking that me losing weight will make a difference in the lives of those around me. Maybe that’s why I lost weight and ended up being happier alone -that the people whom I constantly thought of (and currently think of today) were just not present to be a source of stress.

I need to work on detachment? Possible (more than likely) project to consider.

This feels like such a tiresome life at times. Here’s to trying and failing and trying again.

0007: Incapacitated

I had a migraine today. Migraines are not pleasant, and mine have progressed in severity over the years. Prior to working a desk job, I did not have them. I’d get your normal headache, take 2 OTC pills, drink water, and look at the computer less. Now it is a tightening in the neck, the glare of sunlight, this twitch that just flipped my mind to breakdown and let the pain commence. It is a surreal feeling.

I’ve grown to appreciate my work and the growth it has shown me while at the call center, but being away from my work was bittersweet. Bitter to have an unscheduled day. Sweet to not speak. Bitter to be in pain. Sweet to let my body do its own healing (I cannot take more than your generic migraine pain medicine -the pain will be so great that I will throw up; I’ve learned to not eat while having an episode). So, as with all things in life, it was a balanced experience.

I’m very grateful to be a part of a team that understands the humanity we all bring to our work environment. If you cannot work, don’t push it. What’s the point in overexerting yourself? You’ll cause errors. You’ll have a negative attitude. Others around you notice it too (I was in a low mood the day before and apparently I’ve set my own bar too high -I was told to smile more [may have to do another blog on that concept] and, well, am I not allowed to just reserve those positive smiles when appropriate?). Stress is a trigger for my migraines; so is feeling very high-blood pressured in the head. The illnesses are connected to other dots. I see them. I suspect the recent changes to my lifestyle was a big shift for the pain (consciously walking more to train up for PAX, lack of soda and sugars and other junk) and that’s why I see the grace in it.

Since I got so much sleep throughout the day, I’m still off. Here’s to a quick nap so I can hop right back into my groove. I hope you are all having a lovely time in the life.


0006: Fears and Ideals

We live in a world where we think too much, hide behind screens of various sizes, and proclaim that these words are our actions for whom we are and how we identify as our true self.

Such. Bull.

I have done a very good job of hiding my true self these last 18 years of being actively connected to the net. Yes, I’ve been active on the nets since our current graduates were just babies, dabbling with finding the perfect username and cursing at the dialup in the middle of a server battle for StarCraft. I’ve finessed a level of conversation with my prose to allow intelligence and banter to intermingle when all you see are characters and hear no genuine tonality and volume control.

But I tire of my fears and unrealistic ideals.

I can’t just be the name and digital words in front of you anymore.

I bumped into an old classmate from high school (actually, we confirmed the same middle school but apparently didn’t have any classes that would trigger a remembrance of the other) -I hadn’t seen him since we graduated and he looked EXACTLY the same (except the crow laugh lines were a little deeper). I honestly thought it was a miracle he remembered me -I felt I had changed way too much in a physical sense over the last 14 years since our graduation ceremony. But upon contemplation, people will remember people because of how you made them feel, and I’d always appreciated the humor and classmate camaraderie I share with him and others in those cliques (I was a floater, you couldn’t quite pin me – newspaper, orchestra, friends at all grades whom were both DECA bound and skaters, lots of drama people as our band hall connected us with their space). And it was nice and yet unnerving to talk to him. I felt like a child still -he was there with his wife, mother, and their two kids, and I was actually just about to get some sorbet while my boyfriend did his grocery shopping. I got derailed but in a pleasant way, though I had this… fear in me while speaking to him.

So I thought about it after leaving the shopping area (and no sorbet, I just felt too childish -and I shouldn’t have! I should of gotten what I wanted and called it a productive summer night!) – why did I have this annoying, irrational fear when I spoke with him? Because he knew me only in real life. I wasn’t connected to him via social networks so having an authentic real-life-only connection scared the bejesus out of me. Now, normally this isn’t the case. My day job is nothing but talking to strangers I’ll never meet via the call center and making a difference in these people’s lives. But they actively seek someone to speak to; this situation was a “oh hello!” passerby chance that, if it was someone that I barely knew, wouldn’t have really stopped to speak. But this classmate was always someone, in high school, whom I’d speak to for more than a casual moment’s length, so my inherent nature was to act on that old relationship foundation.

Was it the right thing to do? Yes, it was necessary to acknowledge him and connect in the moment. It reminded me that those relationships matter the most. When the internet breaks down and we have to leave our caves and coffee shops in the apocalypse of the Luddite, it will be the ability to establish real relationships that are transparent and authentic that make a difference for survival and the goal to thrive with others around us.

Still, I have this fear within me that I still only view the world in ideals and not in reality. Perhaps its the real reason why I struggle with weight loss, goals, and where I am meant to be in this life. It’s getting on the late side. Monday will be a coffee day with no shame at this rate.

Adieu for now. Thanks for stopping by.

PS: Would you like to have a letter written to you? If so, I will write you a love letter or a letter of encouragement or just a postcard of “whatever!” if you so desire. Email me at lifelvlup.buddy@gmail.com and I’ll happily write you.

0005: Beacons of Light

In a world where we strive to stand out, we seem to do the same thing in order to reach that level. It almost seems like a well-orchestrated facade of Simon Says, only this team social media is Simon and we keep saying the same thing.

Its the gems, those diamond in the roughs, that make all the difference. It won’t be a mass social media trend that makes them unique. Rather, they will only be beacons of light to the tribes that are under the same philosophies and ideals. They won’t be on distractify.com or BuzzFeed. They will be important and not just there to count your clicks to get pennies for the day.

My recent beacons of light in my life are as follows:

  • TheMinimalists.com: It’s such a great simple site. The co-authors are lovely human beings. They aren’t out to stuff your throat with ideals that don’t pertain to you. They write from the heart, from experience, and genuinely care about what value they are adding to your life. I enjoy their thoughts so much that they are both a homepage AND I’ve subscribed if I’m not on my main computer.
  • Tarot class: I’m currently working in level 2 of studies at Seattle Tarot School run by Seven Star (yes, that is her legal name and no, its not because of hippie parents). I’ve been attending her casual practice meet-ups via www.meetup.com (link will take you to the Tarot group) for around two years now and level 1 was last fall. She’s got an amazing perspective and open-minded attitude. You can read my personal reviews about her classes on Facebook and Yelp.
  • A Course in Miracles [ACIM]: this is a self-study instruction manual. It’s complex yet simple, hard to do yet once done, it makes perfect sense. I’ve been reading a companion study guide of sorts called The Disappearance of the Universe, a more jovial yet straightforward discussion about the Course.

And so that’ll start it off for now. Lots of reading and self study to apply myself. Not bad at all. Goodnight!

0004: (first) Steps


imageToday is actually my second day on the treadmill. Yesterday was a random dry run on the (new) machine (from my boyfriend’s mother). So after contemplating small daily goals, this first week is about reminding my body what it’s like to actually MOVE. I can do weights for days but all I do is bulk up. I need to slim down in a natural way. It won’t happen overnight. Or in a month. Now I’m tracking the changes. See the starting self photo on Instagram here.

My biggest challenge is feeling like I’m doing it right. I’ve grown up with a problem of perfectionism- if it’s not prepped just right, I can’t do it. I need these conditions so I won’t fail. But now I am just going to do what feels right in the moment. I plan on failing a lot and seeing where it takes me. At the very least, I began to take a step into a direction.

Let’s see where the journey takes me!

0003: Tickets, please.

I was at a friend’s apartment tonight. At their posh complex, they do not provide guest parking of any kind. The living spaces sit atop a local shopping venue with a limited time garage. In the past I’ve gone over here and there but never got a ticket.
Tonight was a stressful one. My allergies have been acting up so to combat this persistent condition of symptoms, I picked some Flonase. As a spray, I didn’t expect anything to go wrong, spray up nostrils, breathe in, wait. I am used to taking Benadryl and Claitin for my condition but not today! Yet I wound up staying significantly later than usual – I won’t drive if I am tired (note, will discuss that reasoning on another post). So, much to my slight surprise, I had a yellow envelope with a ticket declaration. I sat in my car, thought about how my night went, then drove home and paid my ticket. I wasn’t upset. I was in the wrong. There’s really nothing to say why I was over, so I can pay. I *did* pay. And I’m glad I did and from now one will do my damnedest to not park there. Lesson learned.

Time to go to sleep.

0002: Film thoughts -Me and Earl and the Dying Girl

I just finished watching “Me and Earl and the Dying Girl” this balmy June evening. I knew it had a list of fancy awards and the poster design was simple enough. Be warned, my friends, that one should never judge a book by the cover.

Lift it and begin reading.

I will tell you it captured moments I recalled in high school- the awkward yet pressing need to have my identity crafted in a sea of students I saw more than my family. I was drawn to Greg’s perspective and Earl’s openness and Rachel’s own pendulum of life experiences. I was taken by the hand, with diverse and poignant soundtrack in tow, through a delicate myriad of a layered cake called Life, all flavors known but the recipe a trade secret.

People think summer blockbusters are what we need in life- famous faces and shiny things that go boom. This film had the occasional boom, a sparkle here and there but you’ll see what I mean when you observe the film. But I dare you to get off the internet, leave your escapism expectations behind, and go to school with “Me and Earl and the Dying Girl.” Director Alfonso Gomez-Rejon wove an amazing story. I personally send him my love. Enjoy it. Let something else go boom in the world today.

0001: words once more

marry for the wrong reasons
love for every reason
feel the world through the five within
forge a fake thick skin
and so i wonder and so i ponder
to find the sixth sense, the next dimension
i marry until death do us part
but love shall always tuck you in my heart
to whom could these words ever find a place in the world of pictures, of status updates, minute tweets that can’t hook a real deal in the grand scheme of life
i wonder how far and wide the world is
yet how shallow we are in this moment
in this space
in this place
i’ll throw down my only ace
and here I’ll state my case
can you even say it to my face
and then think you can disappear w/o a trace?
these words will be nothing more than another message you scrolls down, as a website manipulates, bends and controls what you consume in this moment.
don’t mind me
don’t mind me a bit
my words will never make you think, make you wonder, make you ponder, make you ever so curious
when was the last time you had a speck of empathy
over the ego moment of consume, consume, consume, consume this delicious world that feeds you junk, feed feed feed…
what mouth are you feeding today?

Ground 0: Waking Up

I’ve had this idea for a few months now, this domain and my ideals, all lumped in one place. I’ve been spread thin for far too long. I don’t know where I belong. I have a myriad collection of sites and media I utilize, but I don’t feel invested in the long term, at all.

Just naming some places I’ve been dreaming the last few years:

  • livejournal
  • facebook
  • twitter (multiple “identities”)
  • instagram
  • tumblr
  • deviantart
  • delicious
  • wordpress
  • journal sites that are now defunct
  • ello
  • various forums

So I don’t know how to connect and utilize them to my advantage. My advantage, I mean, feeling less like a consumer and more like a creator. Ultimately, I want to be able to create and share and add value to the lives I encounter. It’s not an ego thing. I’m just a very giving person. I do want to find ways to survive, but more importantly, I want to thrive in this life and see others do the same. I guess I have to thank my family for those ideals -never giving up on others even if we see that their life patterns aren’t matching our own ideals, always welcoming people last minute to dinner and parties to connect, and overall being present and supportive to those that matter to us.

So here is to ground zero. I’ll transfer some of my ideas that I’ve already put up on another platform and come to utilize a website that can help me get connected to the world around me.

Cheers! Time to stretch and explore!