Dorm Room 101

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

My roommate and I just moved into our dorm on Sunday and then classes started immediately the following Monday. So in between finding books and entering school mode, my roommate and I have been trying to unpack, settle in, and make our room feel more like home. We just finished sorting out our things, but we haven't had a chance to personalize just yet. We plan on adding photos and DIY crafts to personalize the room once we find the time.... and motivation.

As a student who is entering her third year in the dorms, I completely understand the challenge of trying to efficiently fit a year's worth of precious crap, along with another person's precious crap, into a small little space that is comparable to a shoe box. I know. It sucks. But over time, I've picked up a few tips and tricks along the way to maximize space and personalize it, too. I thought I'd quickly share ones off the top of my head to any freshman reading this. And I'll do that by showing pictures of my current room.

Again, don't mind the bare walls just yet. (;

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This is the view of our room when you first open the door.


TIP ONE: Bunk the beds. I know this may be awkward in certain situations, (AKA if your roommate is a stranger and you want to establish boundaries), but bunking beds, as opposed to mid-lofting both, takes away a lot of space. Utilizing vertical space is very important when the horizontal space is limited. If you do not feel comfortable bunking beds with your roommate, you could high loft both beds. High lofting is when you treat both beds as if they would be the top bunk, so there is free space under it. *Check with your housing board because most dorms do offer this option, but do not publicize it. Last year, my roommate chose the latter to set up our room. Doing this gave us room to bring in a futon for guests, too. Under my bed went the futon, and under hers we fit her desk and dressers.

TIP TWO: Store things under your bed. That space under your bed looks like awkward, useless, trapped space, at first glance, but it is actually really spacious for things that are low in height. In this picture, you see a storage container and a suitcase under the bottom bunk. In the storage container, I put all my hoodies and zip-ups in there to save closet space. I thought this was the most practical because the weather is still warm out and I'm not always reaching for a hoodie. In the suitcase, I just threw all my extra closet hangers and winter jackets that I don't need quite yet, but probably will in a few months.



TIP THREE: Put your jewelry on display. Personally, if my jewelry is not on display, I will never wear them. So I bought a T-Stand to hold all my necklaces cannot get tangled, and I bought a hardware storage container to keep my earrings.







Home sweet home. (:

I'll add more pictures once our room is finished.

Around Here: First Day

Monday, August 27, 2012

I'm a pretty big sucker for the whole "First Day of School" ordeal.

I can still clearly recall my "first day" outfit for every school year from the 3rd grade all the way up to my senior year in high school. I know; I eat that sh*t up. And this year? It looked a little something like this:



A serious day calls for a serious outfit! Joan Holloway puts it best. No lie.
You want to be taken seriously? Stop dressing like a little girl.

She said this to Peggy in season two; but in fact, Peggy did not dress like a little girl, she dressed like my grandmother's curtains. #Vomit.

Anyways, the first day of my junior year went pretty smoothly. I woke up bright and early at 8 am, and just soaked the morning in— I did my devotional, checked out class' syllabuses, got ready, ate breakfast, and went to class. I only had two today; both advertising classes which seem fairly easy so far.

The rest of the day was filled with catching up with friends, organizing, and job searching. Along with being a diligent student, looking for a job is one of my top priorities right now. After a summer of earning my own money, it feels like a step backwards to go back to Mommy and Daddy asking for allowance money. And I know my parents would be more than willing to support me if push came to shove, but.... I don't think my laziness should deserve gifts. Ha. But really, I don't mind the work. In fact, I kind of enjoy it. It's empowering— you know what I mean? To learn a new set of skills is rewarding, to spend time making money is productive, and to be of service to someone is humbling. Anyways, I'm currently on the job hunt. I applied to a few places today; random campus jobs, sales associate positions at the local mall, heavily trafficked street corners...

Just kidding.

All that semi-productive-important-stuff was basically alone time. Sigh. #RealTalk time. I AM BITTER. There, I said it, and I'll say it again. I'm bitter.

I tried to ignore it all summer but now that I'm here, this place which is the root of my bitterness, it's unavoidable. All the bitterness I've harbored for so long has finally broke through the surface, and I don't know any other way to handle all this sudden rush of emotion other than to shut it off. Just like that. Like a light switch.

Healthy right?

Sigh. The second I start to be honest with myself and face the emotions, my heart just feels heavy. It's most frustrating because I can't pinpoint where this bitterness is coming from; I just know it's there. I can sense it's present in my life— in my thoughts, interactions, etc. This avoiding and masking routine I've developed has to stop; I need
honest and vulnerable quiet time withthe Lord. I know a lot of my problems are outcomes of my petty ways and insecurities, and maybe that's what the Lord is shedding light on. I did ask him to shape me up this year; to reveal all my flaws so I can work on them and be molded into the woman of God I so desire to be. So why am I so afraid to be exposed of my insecurities when the Lord has already told me I am saved and dearly loved? I guess that's the whole freaking gospel right there. I just need to keep aligning myself, to keep holding on to that sliver of truth. Okay.

Okay. Let's go.

Goals: September

Friday, August 24, 2012


Hello! That's my excited face. And I'm EXCITED to share on this blog my goals for the upcoming month, September. :) This week has been an awkward one because we're in the middle of transition— from summer to fall, from a lazy bum to a (kind of) diligent student, and from being blog-less to blog-filled(?). You get the point.

Starting this Monday, I will be a junior at the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign majoring in Advertising, with a minor in Communication. That's a mouthful. That's what she said. I joke.

But this year is exciting for several reasons:

  • My roommate is one of my best friends.

  • The two of us are sharing a room meant for three people. Hellllo, extra closet space!

  • The class load for this semester is solely concentrated on media/communication classes, meaning I'll be studying the stuff that (I think) makes me passionate.

  • The following semester, my roommate and I will be in... wait for it... BELGIUM! Aw, yeah. (Side note: I JUST watched, "Taken," this past week, and every time I think of the words, "studying abroad," my anxiety level starts rising and I may or may not want to crawl back into my mother's wombs where it's safe and prostitution is far at bay. Ignorance really may be bliss. Welp, good thing I'm serving on the Executive Board for the organization that faces the reality of prostitution/sex trafficking.)

  • And yup. This will be my first year on the exec board for the organization, International Justice Missions (IJM). The org. is all about raising awareness and money for the social injustice currently happening in the world, helping victims of the social injustice, and doing work through prayer, because even an issue like this is the in the Lord's hands. My official title is called: Fundraising Director; I'm basically in charge of bringing in all the cash money for the campus organization and coming up with all the clever ways to do so.

  • Lastly, not to sound like a total nerd, but this is one of my favorite times of the year. Notebooks are fresh, pens are fully inked, the planner is just waiting to be filled with appointments and meetings, and ambition is at its peak.


I'm determined. And my determination usually materializes itself in a form of goals.

Fun fact: I'm a goal setter and a strong believer in "to-do" lists. I think time is meant to be spent with productivity, and personally, I NEED a vision of some kind of finish line; whether it be getting an A on an exam or checking off the box on the "to-do" list. (Come on, I know you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. It's awesome and liberating.)

But rather than making a year-based resolution that I'll probably never even get close to finishing, I'm making goals based on the month. That way, the goals are more appropriate for the time, it's easier to envision, and much easier to accomplish.

So, without further ado, the goals for September 2012 are as follows:

  • Read a book. (Or two.)

  • Save up to purchase the Adobe Suite.

  • Blog at least 4x a week for all four weeks.

  • Study during the day; do not pull a single all-nighter.

  • Find a Zumba workout video. And then do it.

  • Keep the closet organized.

  • Do not skip a single class.

  • Make it to office offer for each professor.

  • Go to morning prayer.

  • (under construction)

And there you have it.

You may or may have not noticed that the "goals" are vague and definitely not measurable. There are no numbers or dates or anything. And that's the point. Goals aren't meant to be daunting shadows hanging over your heads forcing you into waves of guilt and hiding; they're meant to guide, inspire, to keep you on track. At least that's what I'm telling myself. So yes, my goals are vague, but one thing that is NOT on my list is perfection, and THAT'S intentional. I'm not aiming for perfection, but progression. So, so what if I only make it to MP once or read only half a book? I will rejoice because it's all about the progression.

What are your September goals?

#AsianProblems

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

I can't wait until I get pregnant because maybe then I'll finally grow boobs. Seriously. The past few days living in a bikini reminded me of the flat chest I, unfortunately, inherited from the Asian family tree. My size S top kept flopping around because there was no flesh there to hold it in place. If I had some booby flesh, I wouldn't have been forced to flash all the Russians and Hispanics each time I came off a water slide. Sorry for the semi-racist comment, but really every other guest at the resort we stayed at was Russian/Hispanic.

And sorry for being unnecessarily graphic.

I mean, you're welcome.

Booby flesh.

Cheers to twenty.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

I (finally) did it.

I left the teenage years behind, and entered my TWENTIES. (gasp) And what's a better way to enter such a prominent milestone than to enter it with a BAAAM and an imaginary crown on your head? Trick question. There isn't. So I did EXACTLY that. :) I wore a princess crown on my head for the entire month of August; and it was perfect that year twenty was also, in fact, my GOLDEN birthday. You know, turning 20 on the 20th. Dont judge. See crown. 

But really. People say turning twenty years old is a "bland" year because you're "CLOSE to being legal but still so far." And now that I've experienced it myself, I would tell those same people  that phrase means absolute crap.

Turning twenty is a milestone. For me, it was a day to reflect on the past 19 years of major growth, and to look forward into the next twenty with excitement. It was the end of the teenage chapter book; meaning it is time to stop acting and thinking like one.

It is no longer acceptable or appropriate to be catty with other girls, to let boys' define your identity, to expect your parents to pay for your parking tickets, to sleep through your alarm, to not budget financially; and unfortunately, to indulge in too much fast food because you WILL GET FAT NOW.

And turning twenty ALSO means to be bold in personal passions or aspirations (responsively). Blogging happens to be one of them. So I deleted the handful of meaningless posts that used to occupy this blog; and I now plan on replacing them with an immense collection of true, personal, colorful, and dynamic posts. (: Hopefully, turning twenty also means, sorry to sound like a broken record, keeping to my word, keeping to my commitments.

I want to commit to this blog. And this blog will not be for anyone else; not to impress, amuse, please, or influence. I will blog whenever I want, how often as I want, and about whatever I want. This blog will be for me— whatever that means, but it sure won't be about gaining a bigger audience. HOWEVER, if someone does happen to appreciate, enjoy, or relate to this blog, that would be an absolute wonderful bonus.

Game on, year twenty. You better believe I'm going to own it.
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