Happy New Year

Happy New Year. There’s nothing like spending new years sitting in front of a TV with a flannel blanket in a freezing house by yourself. As the clock struck 12, the only feeling I had was sadness. It makes me sad to see people kiss on new years. Maybe someday I can spend new years with someone special. I am spending this New Year’s Eve hanging out by myself at the new place. Ever wonder why the New Year is such a big deal? People go crazy celebrating it – going to Vegas, NYC watching the ball drop, parties, etc. Is it to celebrate and wish for a happy new year or is it to celebrate the end of one year. I don’t think people live their lives by the year. You celebrate “new years” once and that’s it. How often do people somewhere in the middle of the year, reflect back to what they hoped for that year. Sure people make resolutions, few people keep them. I was looking over at the entry I wrote last year about 2005. It was quite reflective. I wonder which of those things have changed or stayed the same this past year. I like last year’s entry and I don’t think this year’s can compete. Here are my thoughts on this past year in no particular order.

2006

Family
Family’s good. I go home every so often to visit. My brother is going to be graduating from high school this year and turning 18. I remember when I was graduating and turning 18, thinking I was so big and grown up. But the way I look at it now, 18 is so young and not grown up. He’ll be going to college next year. Crazy.

Friends
I would like to think that the more years a person has lived, the more friends they would have. But in reality, it seems to be very much the opposite. As you get older, your group of friends gets smaller and smaller. I need to make more friends. I have a very small group of people that I hang out with. And at times like this, when everyone is out of town, and has somewhere to be, I end up alone with no other groups of friends to hang out with. I’m not good at making new friends since I don’t talk to anyone. I guess the goal should be to make one friend a year. And that goal was accomplished this year. I’m really grateful for my friends, they play a bigger role in my life than they will probably know.

Work
I finally got a new job. It’s different, but a good kind of different. I’m doing more different types of marketing, than just SEO and paid search, although lately, I’ve been working on email marketing a lot. That’s not what I was hired for, but it’s alright. Sometimes it’s stressful but its nice to know when a lot of sales are coming in. Slowly work has been seeping into my daily life. At work I write a lot of marketing copy and now wherever I go, marketing copy stands out to me and I read it and analyze it. It’s actually kind of annoying, but at least it gives me ideas. I get to give input on the website on usability. I really like looking at user interfaces and how to make them better for the customers. I think its kind of cool that I’m in the (web) marketing department of a company, a good-sized company. I like that my work actually plays a role in how the company does. I think this job is taking me one step closer to my actual career goals. Although I’m not sure what that is exactly. But when I decided to pursue communications as my major and have a psychology background as a minor, I thought that advertising would be the most interesting thing. The goal is to figure out how to make people buy a product. And that’s exactly what I’m doing now. So I guess it’s a step in the right direction. I also feel like I should know how to web design. Since I work in a very related field. And also it just seems like I should know how to do that because that’s me. But I’m a long way from that. But I will learn.

Spirituality
I miss going to church. I haven’t gone since who knows when. Over a year ago. Once in awhile I spend a lot of time researching churches in the area. But it just stops at that. I’m too afraid to go anywhere by myself. It’s the SAD kicking in (but more of that later). Sometimes when I think back to college, I really wish I had joined AACF or something like that. I still believe that things happen for reasons. My relationship with God hasn’t been as strong as it was before, but that’s what I’m working on. I also feel uncomfortable talking religion with other people because I can never answer all the questions they have. What does that say about me? Not very good things, I know.

Love
Or lack of. Dating looks like fun but I’m too scared to try. Sometimes hanging around non-single friends makes me depressed. It’s just hard to be around people when they all have that special someone there. And then there’s me, just sitting by myself. It makes me sad. I can’t decide if knowing is better than not knowing. I like listening to break up songs. I like listening to love songs, but it only makes me sad when I hear them. I’m still looking for that guy. Who knows if I’ll ever find him. Seems kind of hopeless.

Life
Life is all over the place as always. The only consistency is inconsistency right?

I’ve moved twice this year. Moving is a pain.

I think, am pretty sure I have social anxiety disorder (SAD), even though I haven’t technically been diagnosed with it. I feel like I’m doing a lot better dealing with it although it is a struggle almost every day. However, most people don’t know how much it affects me. I’m slowly working on it, very slowly, but its still very challenging. I don’t want to go into too many details here.

My tolerance for drunken people is slowly disappearing. I find drunken people more and more obnoxious and annoying whenever I’m around them. That may be due to the fact that I am always the only sober one, but nevertheless, I am always the sober one and will probably always be, so I think that way.

The mind is a very powerful thing and it can mess you up pretty good. You think of something a certain way but feel completely different about it.

I also eat out way too much and drink too much soda. I should really cut back. Its probably slowly destroying my health.

I’m too fearful, too fearful of life, of people, of everything. I need to be braver, stronger, and more positive.

I wish I could dance because it looks like fun. I wish I was physically capable of dancing (knowing how) and mentally strong enough to let myself go.

I am always so aware and concerned about how people are feeling that sometimes it really messes me up. I feel other people’s feelings. I hate conflict and underlying tension whether its between me and someone else or between other people. People ask me why I should care about other people. I don’t know. I just do. I care. I care if my friends are sad, angry, hurt, etc. I just want everyone to be happy. I’m a mediator. I hate it when people aren’t happy. It messes me up.

I want to say I’m 50% done with dental work. The results were not as expected. I was disappointed at that. It looks better than before. But there are still pros and cons about it.

I was in a wedding. I’ve never been in a wedding before and the only other wedding I have ever been was when I was a kid. Weddings are a lot of work. I was nervous walking down the aisle as a bridesmaid. Everyone laughs at me when I tell them I was nervous at the rehearsal. Truth is I was and the uneasiness was increased enormously during the actual wedding. I guess it hadn’t hit me that I would actually have to walk in front of all these people with the attention on me. My legs were shaking so bad. I forced on a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. I was thinking to myself as I began to walk, how on earth will I ever be able to get married when I’m such a wreck as a bridesmaid. Nevertheless, it was a very nice wedding and it was kind of cool getting my hair done and make up done since I’ve never done that before.

I ran a 5K. That was a huge accomplishment since I hate running and I actually paid to do that. 3.1 miles doesn’t seem like that much. But when you hate and suck at running, it feels pretty far. It was kind of lame to have to run by myself too. I came in last in our group of runners. Oh well. Running sucks.

I’m going to get a new computer. I’ve been saying that for the past year and half. I think this one is around 10 years old. That’s one old computer. It has a lot of problems. I’m also running windows 98! Crazy huh? I’m waiting for the new windows vista. They are selling vista capable machines now, but I kind of want to wait for one with it already installed. At the same time, I’m afraid they’ll have problems right when it comes out, so now I don’t know if I want one right away. So that probably means waiting for another while.

I’m sure many other things have gone on, but I can’t think of them right now. Maybe I’ll write new entries if I think of them.

And for comparison, last year’s entry.

2005

Another year is coming to an end. It can be said again and again and it will still hold true: time flies by quickly. We go through each day and just go through the motions. Have you ever stopped to just think about it? Have you ever thought about how each and every encounter, occasion, thought, moment, feeling, and situation effected you then and affects you now? Think about where you are now, where you are in mind, in spirit, and physically. Every learning experience good or bad has molded you and shaped you and brought you to today. Everything that happens, happens for a reason. Your personality, your beliefs, your ideas, they have built up throughout the years and put you here and now.

I usually don’t think of the year going by as from January to December. I always thought about the year going by according to the school year. School starts in September and a whole year has passed when summer is over and school is in session again. Sometimes I think about the year in terms of birthdays. It’s hard for me to think about the year of 2005 starting in January and ending now in December. But I want to think about this year like that. I want to relive the memories so that I can document what I experienced and what I learned this year.

This year has been a learning experience filled with realizations and confirmations.

My reflections of this past year (in no particular order):

-Sometimes you are put in a situation to see how you can deal with it.
-Business has a lot of politics.
-Things happen on the other side of the world that a lot of people are oblivious to.
-I’ll be sad if it makes you happy.
-God makes all things better.
-Drama is apparent in most (but I really want to say ‘all’) people that are in relationships.
-I have to be patient with the things going on in my life.
-I realized that I can convince myself to the point of blurring the lines between reality and dreams.
-Even though I have a lot to deal with, other people have their own problems too.
-I am blessed because I have a great family and great friends.
-Sometimes it does get lonely.
-It is very different to not be in school.
-Getting a good job is not easy.
-People are put in your life for reasons. You just have to figure out what those reasons are.
-You can’t change people but people can change.
-There are more good guys out there than I imagine there to be.
-Sometimes you have to do things even though you don’t want to.
-Sometimes it is better to keep things to yourself.
-Sometimes you have questions but will never find the answers.
-Reading books can actually make time pass enjoyably.
-People come into your lives but its up to you to keep them there when they leave.
-It is hard for me to make friends because I don’t talk to anyone
-Things can always be worse
-Sometimes you have to learn to let go even though you want to hold on so bad.
-Friends like me just the way I am.
-Sometimes people get jealous.
-It is easy to get blindsided.
-Little things to me can mean a lot to someone else.
-Talking to each and every person is a completely different experience.
-There are good days and there are bad.
-Sometimes I need to take care of myself first.
-If something is bothering me it is better to talk about it.
-I don’t express myself enough.
-You can’t change yourself for someone else because it robs you of who you really are.

I hope you have a Happy New Year.

An amazing story for the new year.

Brr…

Finally moved in. Moved in. Not settled in. The last 4-5 days/nights were spent moving. We did a pretty good job. Moved Tues-Fri and cleaned on Friday. Now its time to unpack. I think the only good thing about moving is that you end up getting rid of stuff. Clean out the old stuff that you don’t need. Oh yeah, its also a ridiculous workout. My arms were sore every single day. In fact, I think I pulled something in my left arm while trying to move heavy objects up the stairs. But we’re getting there slowly.

It’s ridiculously cold here. It’s <55 degrees Fahrenheit in this house. That’s ridiculous. 55 degrees. Usually that’s the temperature OUTSIDE, not INSIDE. In the mornings, when I’m still in bed and wake up, its freezing. If I touch any other part of the bed other than where I am (basically move), the bed is so cold! And don’t even bother going outside or opening the garage. You’ll pretty much freeze to death. What the heck! This is San Diego. Supposedly the excuse is that we’re in the canyon. Brr!

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas!

I can’t believe that Christmas is here already. Christmas in the workplace is interesting. In order to make sure you don’t offend anyone, “happy holidays” is used. I suppose that is the safe way to well-wish someone. Some people celebrate Christmas, some celebrate Hanukkah, and others don’t celebrate anything (oh, I guess there is Kwanzaa too, but I don’t know too much about that). So we walk around the workplace wishing happy holidays which is a little strange. I guess before being in the work field, I never even thought about how “the holidays” affect different people.

It’s so easy to get caught up in the gift giving, spending time with people, and well wishing that I find myself forgetting what Christmas is all about. Whether its Christmas or life, I try to remind myself of the bigger picture.

So I wish you all a Merry Christmas:

“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”- Isaiah 9:6

Moving Quickly

It’s set, I’m moving again. We need to be moved out by the end of the month which is in a week. The timing is kind of bad, right around the holidays. Everything feels so rushed. Hopefully, I can actually get settled this time. I’ve been in the current place with a roommate for 4 months and to myself for 2. The new place will be different, but good I hope.

Work has been stressful. It’s kind of non-stop. But I’m hanging in there. Working hard.

As always, I’ve forgotten what I started to write about or what I really wanted to write about.

Thoughts of Late…

Would it be too easy if our thoughts wrote themselves? As nerdy as it sounds, I always feel like I’m writing blog entries in my head. But whenever I sit down to write something, I can’t think of anything.

I want to write about how life was just beginning to be stable this past year, but now its changed. I want to write about what happens to people over time and how people change. I want to write about how its difficult to really know people, to figure them out. I want to write about work and how its been stressing me out.

I want to write about a lot of things, but not just in any way…

2 more weeks until Christmas. I’m almost done shopping. Funny how its difficult to get gifts that fit people or that people might like.

I’m going to go wrap presents.

Confidence Factor

It’s the start of a new basketball season. Last season in the JCC league, we won the championship. I started out last season doing pretty well. I was hitting my shots and just playing well all together. As the season progressed, I got worse and worse, and at some games didn’t score any baskets at all. The cause of it, I lost my confidence. I think I fell back to my high school self. In high school, I was always scared to shoot the ball. I was supposed to be the 3-point shooter and I was, but I was afraid to shoot. What was I afraid of? Missing. I was afraid that I would be taking someone else’s opportunity to make a basket. That if I missed, it cost us a possession. So I didn’t shoot often. After high school, I played a lot of pick up ball and even was a step on, on the UC Santa Cruz team. I red shirted that freshman year and then ended up quitting. The people on the team were just straight up unfriendly. I never felt like I was part of the team. And, I wasn’t as good as those people. I think I played even worse compared to high school. Same thing, I was intimidated by these better people. They shot better, played better, were better. To them, I was just some sucky person that they probably let on the team because they felt bad. I occasionally played pick up games in Santa Cruz, it was fun at times. When I got to UC San Diego, I played more basketball. Played intramurals, played on the weekends, played for fun. During summers back in LA, I would go play with a bunch of guys every Wednesday at my old school. I was the only girl and had to earn the respect of the guys (more on that some other time). But that was my thing, stand along the perimeter, shoot, and score. So, I started feeling more confident. I wasn’t so afraid of shooting anymore. I shot more and the shots went in. My weakness is that I shoot slowly, but that’s a different story. Being that I was out of college and I still loved playing basketball, I did something that I told myself I couldn’t, wouldn’t do. I joined a women’s basketball league. It was fun. Then I joined another. Two leagues at once. And it almost turned out to be three at once. Now I’m no hardcore baller, so I prefer one of the less competitive leagues over the other very competitive leagues. But I was doing well in one league. Hitting all the shots. The shooter. Then, this new girl came along. And basically ran me over. She played my position and took all the shots. And she made them. She was better. She shot and made them every time. So, my confidence took a dramatic drop. I was no longer shooting, I became scared again. Scared that I would be wasting my teams opportunities to score, because I was going to miss. I barely had any open shots, or so I felt. I would be open and hesitate. Honestly, she is good. But she came over to my turf and took it over. And I got intimidated and still am. She’s on our team again. I mean she’s nice and everything and she’s good at basketball. And I, well, I haven’t gotten all my confidence back. Some of it is there, but not completely. So, I shoot less, I hesitate more. And thus, am not so good anymore. I know I need to be stronger, to be more confident, because that’s when I do make the baskets. Our first game this season was good, I was feeling it. The second game, not so hot. I had baskets but I still didn’t feel like I did very well. And so on it goes. Hopefully, my shots start hitting again and I’m not shut out for the rest of the season.

Looks Like You Gained Some Weight

It must be a miracle that I’m not anorexic or something. I already know that I’m not the strongest person inside, but could you imagine if I was that weak, if I had tremendously low self-esteem and self-confidence. That would just be..a disaster?

I blame it on culture because I don’t know, don’t want to, accept the fact that people are oblivious to the fact of what is appropriate and what is not. I blame it on myself because I don’t have the ability to express myself on the outside. I can get all fumed up inside, but I can’t do it on the outside. I am unable to show people how I really feel. I know that’s not good, for me, or for others. But that’s the way it is. So perhaps, I’m causing my own problem or rather, not helping it.

Even so, does that give people the right to blatantly make negative comments about how you look or what you need to change about your body?

Consider it luck or whatever you want to call it that I’m not..ill. That I’m not jumping to solutions of starving myself or puking my brains out or exercising until I pass out.

Or maybe..I should.

Hallways

My work station used to be in a large area where cubicles covered half the floor. Now that we’ve moved, we are located in more of a suite-type office. It’s the kind similar to doctors offices, where you go into a building and there is a long hallway with large doors on both sides running from end to end.

I wonder if there’s some type of hallway behavior or hallway etiquette that people tend to follow. I’m not talking about walking on the right or left side. I mean, when you are walking down the long hallway in one direction and another person is walking towards you. Do you stare at the other person while they are walking towards you? Do you mind your own business? Do you start a conversation? Do your eyes meet when you cross? Do you say hello? Do you plain out ignore them all the way? I think the common thing I’ve noticed is that people see you on the other end and then look away. Mind your own business and when you cross, look up and smile or say hello. At least that’s what I’ve been doing. Although if I’m minding my own business the second after I spot them, I can’t tell if they were looking at me the whole time. I have a feeling not. I also think that since it is an office building, you tend to see some of the same people, so everyone is a little friendlier. Whereas, if this was a public place, the situation might be different.

What what you do if you were walking down the hall and someone was walking towards you?

Welcome to The Yellow Forest

This is the beginning of something..great. Just kidding. So after all this time, I bought myself a couple domains to play around with. I’m thinking one should be a professional site and the other for fun, for my friends. Due to simple newbiness, I purchased hosting plans for my site that didn’t include php, or some kind of database. So I’m stuck with using blogger, if I want to post this directly to my site. But for now, we will just redirect you here until I have more time to play around with other things.

The Yellow Forest is the site for whatever, pictures, blogging, etc. What does it mean? Well, you’ll have to figure it out on your own. Even though I’m a little embarrassed to say I needed to ask what one part meant. But I probably would have figured it out if I had thought about it for more than a few seconds. :)

Hopefully, while the blog is up, you’ll get a glimpse of my thoughts, my stories, and ramblings. And I hope it will provoke thoughts and be interesting.

Please comment if you take the time to read (and no, you don’t have to register!). At least say hi so I know who’s reading.

With that all said, I welcome you to The Yellow Forest.