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09/17/13

State of the Union

Dearly beloved, we are all gathered here today because Jay wants to talk about her life. This may come off as disgustingly narcissistic, repulsive even, but please do understand that she is an angst-ridden, emotionally constipated teenager who cannot address her feelings directly, and thus seeks validation by getting likes on Facebook, RTs on Twitter, and airing her grievances on the internet, among other things.

(I kid.)

Today, I will address the state of the union that is the many wonderful, adaptive cells that have come together to form these curious, slimy organs, which are a part of a system (as many good things are), which collectively form the body that I so happily (most of the time) reside in. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Height: 158cm, 5′ 2″.

Gender: Female

Type: Human

Ethnicity: Chinese

Nationality: Malaysian

Weight: Unknown.

Status: Not homesick. Yet.

 

Walking

The union (henceforth referred to as “I” or “me”) has experienced many trips taken up and down Main Mall and various staircases. I am pleased to announce that my legs are slimmer now, and would like to thank UBC for this opportunity. Rock on.

The future may be an unpredictable thing, like my many mood swings, but I can confidently say that my years at UBC will prepare me for the literal paths that I will take.

 

Food

Alas, I do not know why many complain about the food in Totem’s Cafeteria. Deliciously overpriced wraps and salad… mmm. Everyone loves the grill but I have yet to discover the joy that is a greasy burger with onion rings.

In other news, our miners report that a gem has been discovered.

A beautiful confection, also referred to as an “ice cream sandwich”, has taken my heart and stomach by storm. It is believed that this magical artifact has healing properties.

I have also formed an unhealthy addiction to Booster Juice and Menchie’s. Vanilla flavoured frozen yogurt, topped generously with a mound of Oreos and cookie dough… Help. Numerous attempts have been taken to trick my brain into thinking that the copious amounts of walking will help stave off the legendary Freshman 15, but my increasing dependence on hot chocolate, vanilla bean fraps from Starbucks and Klondike Bars seem to indicate otherwise.

Help.

 

Social Life

What?

 

Academics

I am still stuck in dreams of summer, of burrowing under my blankets and not emerging from my cave until the sun sets. I dream of days where I would stay up till the proverbial rooster crows, killing various pixels that form the images of men with my pixel gun. I dream of a time long past, a time of relaxation, a time of guiltless weight gain, a time of laughter and intense boredom.

You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.

(I have two assignments due next Monday).

 

And thus concludes my address. My life has new meaning, now that you’ve wasted several minutes of your life reading this. The ego beast has been soothed, but only for so long, till the angst bubbles up again.

09/11/13

What. Up.

It’s a phrase I’ve been saying a lot lately. I don’t know how it came about. Maybe it was a song, or maybe it was a friend (who is obviously a bad influence). There are probably a ton of other sayings that I could say, perhaps something really wise, something that would spur you to chase rainbows,start a revolution and change the world, but until then, I am most unfortunately stuck with “Whaddup”.

So whaddup, everyone.

I’m Jay, and yes, I am a girl. I hail from the Southeast Asian country of Malaysia, and it’s okay if you’ve never heard of it before. Really. After my enormous success in hoodwinking the admissions officers of UBC into accepting me, I am now a first year student in the Faculty of Arts! I also managed to slither my way into the Blog Squad. They didn’t even see it coming. I am that sneaky.

 

Yes, you do.

 

I’ve been in Vancouver since the 27th, and it already feels familiar and almost home-like to me. Trekking along the streets of Downtown for 8 hours every day has really prepared my feet for life at UBC. They don’t even hurt anymore. They’re just in this perpetual state of numbness and they creak whenever I flex them. I also live on residence! Reppin’ Shuswap y’all! When I first found out that Shuswap had co-ed floors, I was half-expecting hormones buzzing around, and pheromones so thick in the air that you could sniff them out. However, my floor’s pretty tame. A lot of us go to bed before 1 am. It’s a little like a retirement home with significantly younger inhabitants.

I enjoy random dance parties, surfing the waters of the Internet Ocean and hiding under my comforter with my imaginary friends (we just had a tea party yesterday. Mary ate too many cookies and got sick all over my bed). You can also see that I really like parenthetical statements. If you ever see me around, do come over and say hi. I am naturally quite reserved, but I will talk to you if you talk to me. Even I know the basics of social etiquette. And no, I’m not angry at you or anyone else. That’s just my face.

I’m actually not sure what I’ll be blogging about yet (my experiences in first year?), but I’m all about carpe-ing that diem, so I guess everything will just unfold naturally. I am so stoked about being here at UBC and even in my second week, I am still excited. For what? I’ll find out pretty soon.

 

I wish I knew how to end blog posts properly. They end just like books, don’t they?

 

And they lived happily ever after. The End.