Going home

Six years have passed and I reached the finish line. The finish line is temporary, as a whole new start is about to begin. I first arrived in San Francisco on August 2010, with a six luggages and both of my parents eager to take me to the orientation day. Coming straight from a country nestled close to the equator, United States seemed very big and cold, with all the spacious roads, the unfriendly, bone-prickling breeze, restaurants and stores standing on its own building instead of cramped next to each other. I wore a ton layers of coat. Now it’s November 2016, I walked out in the Bay Area wrapped in a cardigan and I felt fine.

Many asked me why I decided to go back. First off, the visa issue seemed quite obvious and inarguable. The work visa system barred me from staying longer in the States. As much as I wanted to stay in US where opportunity, wage, and lifestyle couldn’t have been better, I couldn’t stay if it weren’t for work. That ruled out the possibility of going back to school. Also, I had personal matters at home too.

Border Crossing

Warning for touchy subject matter.
I've been video editing for the past couple of hours, but the lag has been testing my patience. It's a big file, so that might explain the lag. So I'm taking a break from Adobe Premiere Pro-ing for now. I'll be getting back to it in just a second. This year, I'm determined to be a more legit writer by making more meaningful posts rather than keeping this blog as an online diary, the kind of blog in which you just post stuff you do every now and then.
I think I might have mentioned about this in a post before, about drinking, but I might approach this subject matter a little deeper.

New Year Resolution

I know it's late, but I just realized that like anyone else, I need to compose some New Year Resolutions. I can't say that these are promises, but at least these would serve me as goals and targets to accomplish this year. It'd be great if I could accomplish all of them, but at least it's the effort that counts:

I don't mean to show off or brag in this post. I just need something to keep on track with my targets, so if these resolutions somewhat strike you as bragging, I'm sorry but that's not my intention.

The "Meh"-est Year: A pretty shitty reflection (Part 1)

Approaching the end of the year, I thought I should make a post dedicated to all the going-ons in 2013. 2013 has probably been the "meh"-est year out of all previous years I've had in US. I've been looking back and forth to the previous posts I wrote back in the 2010 up to 2012, and even before 2010, back before I went to study in the US. So I looked back at all the happy posts I did up to 2012, how I had so much fun, when YOLO was a main lifestyle - life's motto, more or less like Hakuna Matata.
Dang, I got to travel to so many places within those 2 years, got to try bunch of things, do bunch of stuff, went to 2 different yet most visited cities in US within a month of winter break, spent so much money on those trips, and all other good things. Before I led you guys to the next point, I went to community college for 2 years from 2010 and 2012. Yes, two freaking superb years of community college life. If you take a 2-year in community college and 2-year in a 4 year university education course, you'd definitely feel what I mean here.

"Every cloud has a silver lining"

I've been feeling so unenergized today. First, it's raining. I bothered to move my lazy butt off just to go to a lecture class, which is essentially a sleepy one too. A medium cup of hot vanilla latte didn't help. I dozed off at some points in class. Then I took a shuttle to South Campus for another class. Yes, I've been taking public transportations and occasionally carpooling with friends and my roommate since my car is being repaired right now.

However, that's not the point. I see the silver lining of not having a car. I took public transportations and I've been enjoying it ever since I sent my car to the body shop. It's true that the wait was a pain, but I felt I blended more with the city vibe by taking bus rides. I blended more with the people, with the community, something I've never felt before ever since I started to drive in LA.

The perks of being a twenty-oner

Hey blog, I hope you're not dying yet, cos I'm giving you one breath of life in form of a post.

Oh God I feel so discouraged to write posts these days because I feel my English is getting worse. Excuse me for going to an art school where they don't often assign you essays to improve your writing skills.

Hey guys, I'm back, and proudly, as a twenty-one year old. Haha do you hear that? I'm a proud twenty-one year old!! I've been waiting all my life (no, actually I've been waiting for it since three years ago) to actually reach this age. On the other hand, I'm getting older though.

You are cordially invited...

...to the biggest most narcissistic event of the year

I'm just kidding

Well, yeah, this video essentially takes narcissism to the next level.

Yesterday, I was looking through a list of interesting flash websites to find one that's most fitting for my project. It wasn't until I found Museum of Me  out of all links, which is an interactive feature created by Intel in collaboration with Facebook. I actually figured out about this interactive app for quite a while. However, I just found myself mesmerized with it even more this time because these days because, art school life has affected me to appreciate exhibitions and museums. After seeing quite some art galleries and exhibitions, it's great to have one for my own that Intel has brought to life.

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The Ugliest Moment: A Flu+Homesick+Jetlag Story

I'm glad I'm halfway through completing my first Design 2 assignment. I know halfway is actually still a long way to go, but I just feel like writing something.

The semester started off quite roughly for me, and even you can say it's one of the worst times I've had in my almost three years of living in US. Over last week, I got back from Indonesia. Up to the part when I reached my apartment, greeted my roommate who was already back here from SF, and unpacked, was still okay. I had anticipated the jetlag and all, but the worse part came the next day.

After trying to sleep at 3 am after unpacking stuff from my gigantic green suitcase. By the way, I did wake up at 5 am in a still okay condition, but that was merely because of jetlag and it's a common issue. Like I said, I've anticipated that. I heard stories of my friends that were still wide awake at dawn after going back from Indonesia to the states, but in my case, I already slept beforehand and woke up at 5 am. Adjusting your body's circadian rhythm to the local time does take time. Right at that time when I initially woke up, I had the weirdest feeling one could ever feel at 5 am. I was hungry, and I could tell that by the funny, grumbling noises from my stomach.