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Monday, June 30, 2003

I was talking on the phone with RGuy and he asked me how I would feel if he smoked up tomorow when we went out with him and his friends. If it upset me, he wouldn't do it.

And I hesitated. Because I don't want to tell him what to do, but I don't want him to do it. But if it's gonna be that way, I wish that he naturally felt like he didn't want to do it (haha - I'm so naive).

I hate drugs. I don't know if that's just a knee jerk reaction due to my conservative Asian upbringing.

I never wanted to be one of those girls that tell their boyfriends how to be and what they can and cannot do. I like the idea of independence. I value independence.

Is this warped? What it comes down to (and what I would never say out loud) is that I don't want him to do it, and I'm not going to tell him not to do it, and if he does, I will probably be more inclined to leave him. I see it more as a charactor flaw than an action (a little thing he did wrong). Does that make sense?

So he judged by my reluctance to say anything and my silence that I didn't want him to do it. And he said he wouldn't. That it wasn't a big deal and I was more important. And I felt relieved. At the same time, I know I'm holding him back from something that most people don't think is a big deal.

9:31 PM

Tuesday, June 24, 2003

I got in. I found out yesterday afternoon.

Wow, it's so weird. I expected it, but I didn't. I had so prepared myself to not get in. Just to cushion the blow. I had visions of a yuppie lifestyle. I was gonna consider buying a car, I was gonna start upgrading my wardrobe. With nothing like school to save for, I could spend my money on more frivolous things. That's not an option anymore, with a tuition of more than 10 grand a year.

I know I'm gonna go. But there's still a small element of uncertainty. I haven't faxed in my acceptance yet. Is it fear?

But I'm pleased and relieved, if not ecstatic. And my hope has grown a bit today. I'm hoping to find my dream career in this.

9:13 PM

Saturday, June 21, 2003

I'm so lucky because I have a fantastic view of the sunset from my room.

I'm so in love with the sky.

8:45 PM

I feel like I'm in some kind of limbo. I'm waiting to hear from school. Am I gonna get in or not? I can't do anything decisive until I know about my acceptance. However the decision goes, I will probably just be incredibly relieved to know. I hate not knowing.

7:12 PM

Thursday, June 12, 2003

This particular chinese song, one that I would never admit to liking, just breaks my heart. The song is sad and wistful. A pop song really. It makes me feel lost and a little overwhelmed. I guess it's connected to a particular period of my life where I wasn't thinking. That I was letting myself get dragged along because I was blind, deaf and stupid.

10:19 PM

I was eating breakfast with RGuy before my convocation and that's where I couldn't help but cry. I looked around, it was gorgeous outside. And it just hit me. This place wasn't mine anymore. I was moving on. I loved being a student. I wish I could go back. But this coming September I'm not. And this is a big deal to me. A huge deal. I missed my friends. I missed walking to classes on campus. I missed all of it.

During the actual ceremony, things were too rushed and too nervewracking. I didn't have a moment in there to be still and feel sentimental. But it was amazing. I got my degree - incredible.

9:33 PM

Monday, June 02, 2003

It's officially summer.

The light still filters in oh so softly this time of day. Through the breeze in the leaves, the light plays around on my walls. I love it.

8:06 PM

I love RGuy. He made me feel so special on my birthday.

12:17 AM

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