I was walking home from the post office today when I thought to myself, “I haven’t blogged in a while, I should write a blog today.” So here I am, blogging.
I have tons and tons of stuff to say about the past month, and I keep procrastinating about it all because there is just so much to talk about! I was in Brazil for two weeks for the World Cup early this month, and because that was my first time on a plane ever (immigrating to Canada from Hong Kong doesn’t count because I was 3-years-old), I have tons to write about. I also visited a couple of Asian night markets here in Toronto the past few weeks. And then there was the fact that I finally – after 7 long years – graduated from my undergraduate studies at Ryerson University. Still loads to talk about, still don’t know where to begin.
But this blog is titled “eat less, sleep more” for a reason.
It’s late at night, and once again I am crafting a blog. A lot of people attribute these late night thoughts to why they have insomnia – me included. Tonight, I wonder to myself if my past couple of weeks have been a complete waste.
It’s 4AM, but a quick post before I go to sleep. Crazy happy dazzling day.
Officially confirmed to graduate. 100% confirmed! I have a convocation date! I have a graduation ceremony!
Sat on the Game of Thrones‘ Iron Throne for all of one minute, and just for that one minute, I felt like I was on top of the world. The #GoTExhibit at the TIFF Bell Lightbox was amazing! Thank you to HBO Canada for bringing it to Toronto! For free! Shout out to my friend Abby for inviting me!
Went to the Ryerson University Film Festival to support a friend’s contribution to a short film called Gramps, a cute zombie movie. Shout out to Filomena who is by far the most knowledgeable person I know when it comes to beauty products.
Ate a late 10:30 PM Korean food dinner. It was all fried ramen and rice cakes, and it’ll make my face puffy in the morning, but it was delicious.
And the extra cherry on top?
Came home to watch Toronto FC go into extra time against the Vancouver Whitecaps, and win 5-3 in a penalty shootout to head to the Voyageurs Cup final!
After one night of sleeping less than an ideal seven hours, you are hungrier and more apt to eat more, more likely to get emotional, less focused, and are losing brain tissue.
As a university student, not getting the daily ideal seven hours of sleep is considered normal among your friends. If you were to tell someone that you got eight or nine hours of sleep last night, your friends would stare at you in awe. Eight hours of sleep in your last year of university? Unbelievable.
One of my many New Year’s resolutions this year is to change my sleeping patterns. I’ve been known around my circle of friends as the person who “doesn’t sleep”, but after reading this article, I think it’s about time I’ve changed my sleeping habits. I’ve always known that sleeping late, or not going enough hours of sleep was not healthy, but seeing how my sleeping pattern was affecting my body, displayed so graphically and horrifyingly in the article’s infographic made me want to make a good attempt at changing my habits.
Change won’t happen instantly, I know this, but if I can change my habits even a little bit (like sleeping before 3AM!), I think I can work on changing my sleeping habits altogether.
But firstly, happy new year! I’ve committed myself to five new year’s resolutions so far, but I won’t be sharing them here just yet! There is too much to document from the month of December! And I think I’ve already started to forget some of the things that happened, so I am relying purely on my Foursquare calendar check-in history to make sure I’ve got all the important points documented.
Many of us feel as if we need to set ourselves apart from others, or that if we miss an opportunity now, we’ll never get the chance to experience it again.
This article describes exactly how I have been feeling the past few weeks. I am overwhelmed with school, work, and responsibility in general. I don’t know how to stop, but now, from this article, I’ve realized that I must learn how to stop. I must force myself to stop and say “no”.
We’ve been called pre-adults, emerging adults, millennials, the defining decade and the lost decade. We graduated during the worst economy in recent memory and pulled ourselves up by our bootstraps to recover what was lost. We’ve been told 80% of life’s most significant events take place by age 35, but listened to other 20-somethings daydream about “taking some time off,” presumably to spend more time gaming. We have an intuitive sense that the foundation we lay now will continue to carry us throughout life. We’ve seen lists on “20 Mistakes You Don’t Want to Make” go viral and helped make it happen. One thing is clear: we’re searching for answers on how to make sense of this messy life we’re leading. I know, because this is my generation.
I read this article a couple weeks back, and it made an impression on me. “20 tips to makes the most of your 20s” sounded just like another article formatted as a list particularly for millennials like me who have short attention spans, but the article gave great advice. I am in my last undergraduate year, so the list reminded me of all the things I should do to change my mindset about my future.
But looking at this list, I can confidently say that I am definitely fulfilling at least seven of these suggestions: Be honest, choosing the right friends, start listening etc. But there is also a lot of work to be done: Stop complaining, be revolutionary, make a cold call etc. When I turn 30, I want to have cleared this list!
I suppose it’s very fitting to start a blog today out of all days.
Today marks the last holiday weekend before the start of my last undergraduate year. Today marks the summer Transfer Deadline Day for the 2013-2014 European football season, which my all-time favourite players moved from my team for the past three years to his home team, AC Milan. And last week, I helped participate in organizing and promoting Ryerson University 2013-2014 frosh week on their various RU Student Life social media accounts, which was significant to me because I had never attended the frosh week for my first year at Ryerson University – way back in the fall of 2007. As my Instagram caption for the photo I published on last week’s first day of frosh, “Beginning the end with the beginning I never began with.”