Surprise! I’m a 19-year-old White girl! Oh. Wait. No. I’m still an obese Asian guy.

This is the moment all of you have been waiting for. Yes, it’s the moment where I reveal that I’m a 19-year-old White girl pretending to be an obese Asian man in his early 30s. No, not really, but how exciting would that post be? It’s just another boring, uneventful bookshelf tour.

The bookshelf hasn’t changed that much from the last update, but the few changes I made really made a difference to how it looks.

The biggest change really is that I’ve since went on a book buying spree, and it looks a lot more like a bookshelf than a cluttered mess. The top shelf and the shelf below it holds fantasy and mystery books. I also took out the green pot and added my Dexter bobble head. Also just for fun, I added a Death Note clock. Even though I want to showcase mostly books, I do want to throw in a few other things as well.

The next shelf, remains largely unchanged. It just holds male coming-of-age YA novels, with a few random knickknacks. Hmm. I honest forgot the Stewie figure was there, heh.

The shelf below that, again, remains largely unchanged. I decided to split the books into hardcovers and paperbacks, then separated the by male and female protagonists. I then divided them by both color and genre, if possible. I know, it’s a complicated system but so far, it’s working. And, because I have a large selection of books with female Asian-American protagonists, I just added an Asian teacup just for a bit of fun.

The next shelf is more or less the same as the shelf above, but with adult books. The Lego police car is still there. but I also added a road sign.

Below that shelf is what I like to call the “shelf of death” I’ve just been putting books that I’ve either read before or don’t have a lot of interest in reading. And, I have some extra space just in case I need it. Well, let’s face it, I will need it soon. xD

For most of my updates, the bottom shelf has largely been left unchanged. In the last bookshelf update, Nancy kindly made the suggestion of piling the Gundam kits into two columns, instead of three, and it looks so much better now. I then put all of my miscellaneous books next to the kits, The boats more or less remained the same as they did last time.

Compared to other bookshef updates, I am quite happy with the result, and I don’t think I’m going to make any significant changes anytime soon. Small changes, however, well, yeah…I’ve already made some five seconds after I took the photos. I’m Asian. Sue me.

Trying to communicate with people using only a broom and an unread copy of Jane Eyre

This post was originally supposed to be yet another bookshelf update video, but I am too lazy at the moment to take pictures, upload them to my computer, heavily edit them to make them look half-way decent and upload them to my Web site. And, let’s be honest here, I’m just going to make changes three days later anyway. So this will just be a random post of random things I’ve been doing in the past few months. Oddly enough, none of them involve crying, which is new for me.

Organizing

Now, this isn’t anything new, but I’ve been trying to be more organized, and I’m starting with rearranging my collections so it’s more functional for me. And I’ve also done a little decluttering, but I’ve just been putting things in “storage,” and by storage I mean certain areas of my house. I’m trying to figure out what to do with the items I don’t want which leads me to the next thing.

Selling on Ebay

I’ve always wanted to sell on Ebay, but I was hesistant because I do not have a printer. It turns out, not having a printer isn’t really an issue, especially for a casual seller like myself. I’m not going to be the Beyonce of Ebay Selling. I sold a handful of books and a DVD set, and it all went well. I didn’t make much, but the goal was more to get rid of stuff and not so much to make money, although the money is a bonus, obviously. I’m planning on selling my collectibles at some point, but right now I’m taking a small break from selling until I have time to go through my stuff and have a better idea of what I want to sell and for how much.

Working on Novel Outline

I have mentioned so many times that I consider myself a writer, even though I barely write. I’ve been slowly, very slowly, actually, been working on a novel outline for a novel I will probably never write. I know. I know. All of you are screaming, “Omg Kenny. Just write it. You don’t need an outline!” I don’t feel comfortable writing a 300 page plus novel without having a solid outline; otherwise, I’ll, you know, have a nervous breakdown and cry. I do that enough when I read.

The good thing is I’ve been making profess with the outline. The problem is finding a premise that I’m fully comfortable with and committing to certain details. Now I just have to, you know, write an actual story, heh.

Reading and Watching TV, the saga, part 12

I’m still continuing my quest to read and watch TV more often but, of course, not as much as I would like. Honestly, as long as I’m still reading and watching TV in some capacity, that’s progress in my books. Your life is officially sad if you want to watch more TV and failing. Ok. I lied. There’s a little bit of crying involved with this.

Learning American Sign Language

I’ve been wanting to learn another language for about half my life, but I haven’t made any significant progress. I took Spanish in high school and French and Mandarin Chinese in college. Yes, I’m Asian, but I don’t know much Chinese. I can understand a little of it, but other than that, I might as well be White.

I really had no interest in learning Spanish, despite it being the most practical. No, I wanted to learn a language that has little to no practical everyday use for me. I am Asian, after all. I tried learning French, German and ASL for the past 10 to 15 years with little to no success. About a month ago, on a whim, I decided to go back to learning ASL and while I still feel like I don’t know anything, I’m slowly progressing. Let’s hope I improve in the next 15 years.

Setting Fire to the Unfinished Books that Bored Me to Death

I have always considered myself a reader but like with writing, I don’t read s often as I want to. I have since gotten much better with reading consistently lately and honestly, I’m just glad I’ve read more books this year than last year. Of course, this wasn’t a huge accomplishment, since I only read like three books last year but still, I’m happy because I’ve read more books this year than the last three combined. This year will be less sad than usual, so YAY.

So far, this year, I have not DNF’d a book. DNFing for those who do not know is simply not finishing a book and not having the intention of ever reading it again, even with the threat of rabid squirrels throwing acorns at you. Seriously, life is too short to read horrible books. Live your life, girl. :p

As a person who is not really an established reader, I have DNF’d quite a few books given the short amount of books I’ve read. In my life time, not including in a school setting, I’ve probably read 50-ish books and DNF’D probably around ten books. I don’t really have a specific genre that I read. I read whatever sounds interesting to me and sometimes, it turns out that, well, I’m not that into it.

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
A woman goes missing under mysterious circumstances and her husband is highly suspected of foul play

I read Gone Girl shortly after the movie came out. At the time, both the book and movie was getting hyped up and there were mixed reviews about both. Still, I was interested in both reading the book and watching the movie. I started the book before I started the movie. I liked the movie but never finished it, but I’ve been wanting to watch it again. With the book, it was fine but it was very difficult for me to get through it. It’s over 400 pages and the text is tiny. Even though I liked it and wanted to finish, I just wasn’t interested enough in the story to pick it up again. I know the movie and book are slightly different but I would rather just watch the movie and not read the book. I’m not going to be heartbroken not knowing specifics of the book.

Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman
A collection of essays heavily revolving around pop culture in the 90s and 2000s.

OK, to no one’s surprise, I was immediately drawn to not only the title but the cover as well. It just screams, “I might not be your type, but you know you want me.”

So, yeah, I read the first few essays, and I immediately knew the book just wasn’t for me because I felt I was a little bit too young for the pop culture references made in the book. Now, of course, I’m familiar with the pop culture references in question, like The Real World and The Sims, but I didn’t really experience either. I don’t play computer/video games and I really don’t watch realty TV. I like realty TV but more so realty TV competitions and to be honest, I was never really that interested in any of the realty TV shows on MTV in general.

I stopped reading after a few essays because I just couldn’t connect with the book. Oddly enough, I was listening to a podcast where someone strongly recommended the book and he’s only like three years older than me. I guess age isn’t really a factor, but I felt like I needed to be ten years older to understand the book.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
A shy and lonely teenager befriends two outgoing siblings and explores the aspects of life he’s been missing.

OK. OK. I know that this is a young adult classic that most people adore and respect, but it’s been difficult for me to get through it. There’s a lot of stream of consciousness in the book, and it’s difficult to follow the protagonist’s train of though. I just gave up reading it because it felt like a chore.

Having a non-committal relationship with a bookshelf

It’s that time again. It’s time for me to show the changes I’ve made to my bookshelf. This has inadvertently turned into a series. I didn’t know that rearranging your bookshelves was apparently a hobby.

The number one thing that was bothering me about my bookshelf was that I had my memoirs on the shelf. Ideally, I wanted to separate my memoirs from my fiction because I felt it was wasted space to have them on the shelf. Before, I had various books I didn’t know what to do with in between some bookends on a nightstand next to the bookshelf. I took out the books that were in there, moved some things around and put in the memoirs that I was the most interested in and put the rest in storage. For added interest, I added a Kenny Plush (from South Park) and a framed photo of two people looking at the Empire State Building that I bought off of Etsy years ago.



I had most of my YA fantasy books on the top of the bookshelf, which was fine but it was getting a little too crowded for my liking. I decided to split them, putting some on the top of the shelf and the rest on the shelf below. To fill the space on the shelf below, I added my detective novels. The top of the shelf was looking a bit empty to me, so I just put a pot I got from Etsy ages ago to fill the space for now. Yes, I already sense a bookshelf update coming soon. xD



On the next shelf, I have two piles of YA novels, with themes of mental illness and the like and next to them are,well, random assortment of things I like.

The next two shelves pretty much did not change. I just added a Lego police car to one and a NYC tour bus to the other to balance it out.



The shelf below is a shelf I like to call the “Shelf of Death,” simply because I never know what to put there. I like the current setup though. There’s a handful of books I’ve read that I liked, books I’m currently reading and assorted zines, poetry books and bookmarks. I do like how it’s not empty anymore.



The bottom shelf stayed more or less the same. I just added more books. Oh, and I, um, got another Lego boat hull because I wanted one in green so, um, yeah. I’m a collector. Sue me. =p

Desperately Seeking: Other Asians who have difficulty completing simple goals

Whenever I post about a new project of any kind, I feel kind of guilty because I know that there would most likely not be any progress on it, and I would not post any meaningful updates on it. Anyone remember Keeping Up with the Newses? No? Great. If only if it were possible for me to forget about it.

In a moment of brief insanity, I made a list of goals for the year. For those who know me well, I would make an attempt to accomplish the goals but would most likely cry in front of a pile of unfinished books.

As of right now, the only progress I’ve made is that I read five books. While that is quite an accomplishment for me given that I read five books LAST YEAR, a lot of people can finish five books in one month. I know. I know. I shouldn’t compare myself to others but it’s kind of difficult when you’re in the book community and you’re surrounded by people who can devour a 500 page book in one sitting as if they’re a lion eating a gazelle. As a result, I feel like I’m a squirrel trying to eat pigeon droppings, and failing.

Also, keep in mind one of my goals is to watch more TV on a consistent basis, and I’m not even doing that. It’s quite sad, really. I can’t finish a 50-minute episode of Breaking Bad in less than a year. And I’m not even joking.

While I am making progress in reading more books, I’m pretty much failing in everything else. Apparently I’m not a multi-tasker. Although, to be fair, it is quite early but I don’t really have a good track record with personal projects and goals. Learning another language, for instance. I wanted to learn sign language. That didn’t work out. I wanted to learn French. That didn’t work out. I wanted to learn German. That didn’t work out. I kind of sort of want to learn Spanish, for practical reasons because there is a large Hispanic population here, but I honestly don’t want to. I basically want to do everything but can’t seem to focus. Normally, I would blame it on me being Asian but I don’t think that’s the problem here. :p

Like with most things I do, I try and plan out how to tackle a goal or project but mostly I just say “screw it,” and I just wing it. I did want to have some structure though, so I came up with the goal of reading 30 books. If you break it down per month, that’s 2 books a month for 6 months and 3 books a month for the other 6 months. And it does help to have a quota a month that I feel is not unreasonably high.

So far, I have read two books a piece for January and February and a lone one book for March, despite having more days. Going into this, I knew I wanted to read a variety of books at one time. For example, I might read a YA book that’s funny and heartfelt, a YA book that’s sad and serious.and an adult detective novel. I do not want to be reading three different versions of the same book at any given time. I want to have a little bit of variety and experience different genres, themes and writing styles.

Unfortunately, this past month, I made a mistake. I chose three books that I knew would be difficult for me to finish in a single month: a YA historical fantasy novel that’s 400 pages long (A Bright and Burning Shadow by Jessica Cluess), a funny YA novel that’s 359 pages long (The Boomerang Effect by Gordon Jack and a book of short stories involving being in the military (Redeployment by Phil Klay). Um, yeah…I made the wrong choices, especially because I wanted to read three books that month, and it just was never going to happen with the books that I chose.

Because of this, I only finished one book in March. For the month of April, to make up for being one book short, I am going to try to read three books. With that said, I made a more appropriate selection. I am sticking with Redeployment because it’s relatively short and it’s the only book I started before the end of March, so I might as well finish it. In addition to Redeployment, I am also reading Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson and Paperweight by Meg Haston.

I wanted to read a memoir this month, especially because before I got into reading more fiction, that’s been the genre I’ve been reading, and I wanted something funny.I also wanted to read a YA novel with a female character. Paperweight was more or less in my wheelhouse, centering around a young woman battling with self-image issue. I love damaged characters.

We will see how well this pans out but so far, it hasn’t been a disaster, which is always a good sign to me.

Oh look. I’m actually putting books on my bookshelf. Oh, and Gundam Kits.

Months ago, I posted about my bookshelf, and how I organized it. Well, shortly after, I, well, basically changed everything, and it’s completely different now. I predict this is going to be an ongoing series. I hope you don’t mind monthly updates on my bookshelf.

It all started with my obsession with book-related YouTube channels. I was inspired to read more often and, also, surprise, to buy more books. This was especially because I had mostly non-fiction books, and I wanted to focus more on fiction.

As you can see, it’s almost completely different from what it was before. I moved all my fiction books to the bookshelf and organized them based on genre. Of course, there’s more than just books on display but still, there’ a crap ton of books on the shelf.

First, at the top of my bookshelf is my young adult fantasy. I had the stewie figure on another shelf but I just stuck it in the space in the middle. I quite liked it, so it stayed.

The shelf below that is my memoir section. Even though I’m making the shift to reading more fiction, I’ve always enjoyed reading about other people’s real life experiences.

The next section, well, as you can see, hasn’t really been well thought out. It’s just a place to display random things. And, yes, that’s a metal ampersand. It’s supposed to be a bottle opener and, no, I don’t drink alcohol.

Below that is my young adult fiction. Until recently, I had only a few young adult fiction books, and then, well, I went nuts.

Next is my adult fiction books. I have a nice selection here, but it’s difficult to find adult fiction that I like because I found that I read best if it’s written in first-person narration. I know. I know. I’m missing out on a lot of good books but I’m having difficulty enough reading consistently as it is. If I read a 500 page third-person book, I would literally die. x.x

And then we have what I’ve been calling “the shelf of death.” The shelf I don’t entirely know what to do with. I decided this is where I would put my miscellaneous “book things” on this shelf. There’s a pile of bookmarks. There’s a random journal I bought from Amazon. Obscured by the journal is two poetry books that I bought because I wanted more variety in my books.

Since I took this photo, I have added my collection of zines to this shelf. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while but I was just putting it off for so long. I do feel like they belong on this shelf since they’re book-ish.

The last shelf remains largely unchanged from before. This is where I store my Gundam kits and some of my legos. In addition, I have my children’s books on top of my Gundams. I know it’s not wise to put heavy objects on ardboard but eh, when you’re low on storage, you do what you have to do. The Gundam kits will survive. :p

The shelf will go through many changes over time. Heck, it’s gone through some changes since I’ve written this post but I do like it’s more of a bookshelf than an everything shelf.

My vow to not metaphorically cry in front of people (and other goals for the New Year).

I am a person who needs structure when it comes to accomplishing tasks. Without a plan of some kind, I tend to, um, have a nervous breakdown and cry on the floor in the fetal position. An exaggeration, of course, but it’s not a great feeling when you try to do something, not knowing what the heck you’re doing and realizing pretty quickly that you’re going to fail miserably.

Now, having a plan doesn’t always work for me, as we all know from my failure to do reading challenges, but I figured I would to make goals for myself again. This is especially because, I’ve been having success reading books lately based on the simple concept of reading what I want to read and having some type of informal deadline attached to it. This small success has inspired me to create specific goals for myself for the New Year.

Now, I don’t like the idea of New Year’s resolutions because I feel like, more often than not, they’re not specific enough and I’m most likely going to ditch them early on. I am going to make them specific goals that I can work toward throughout the year. And, of course, because I know myself, I am going to limit myself to a relatively low amount of goals so, you know, I don’t overwhelm myself and cry like a little girl. I don’t want to write my next post from a psychiatric hospital, thank you.

Read at least 30 books

After trying to do so many reading challenges and failing year after year, I thought it was finally time to try a new approach. Last year, I’ve read a grand total of four books, which is actually an improvement for me given that I hadn’t read any books the two years prior. This year, I, of course, want to read more than four books. I was originally going to set a goal of reading two books a month because I thought this was a feasible goal for me. But the highest amount of books I read in a year was around that range, so I just increased it to 30. I wanted to go with a reasonable number that surpasses the highest amount that I’ve read. Now, you might ask yourself, “Kenny, why are you setting an unrealistic goal for yourself after spending nearly two years not reading anything? You know you’re setting yourself up for failure again.” Well, that is not the plan, but knowing me, it might head toward that direction later on. I just thought reading two to three books a month was a steady enough pace for me to not be bored nor overwhelmed. So far, as of the end of January, I have read two books. So, for now, I’m not crying.

Be consistently watching at least one TV show or movie at a time.

Now, I know most people do not have the goal of watching more television, especially people who are a lot more productive than I am. But I am a huge TV fan and, sadly, I just have not been watching as much television as I’d want to. It’s very difficult for me to sit and watch an entire movie or TV episode, so I usually have to watch a little at a time. Because of this, it was difficult for me to keep up with the shows I was watching because they were so many of them and with a lot of them, I wasn’t really watching them consistently so I forgot what I watching. to begin with,. I am hoping to watch at least one TV show or movie consistently.I’m tired of watching seven minutes of a TV episode, take a break for seven years and watch another 9 minutes. It’s not very productive.

Write at least one short story

Even though I love writing and I consider myself a writer, I haven’t really been writing as consistently as I should, especially when it comes to fiction. It’s been a few years since I’ve written short stories. The problem is I always get frustrated because I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing. The plan is to start writing little by little and hopefully finish at least one short story by the end of the year. Hopefully, without me wanting to throw my laptop out of my window. I kind of need my laptop.

Complete the outline of my novel

Speaking of writing, I have the plans to write a novel, eventually, but of course I have no idea when or if that will ever happen. But I’ve been working on the outline for the novel for so long that I just want it to be finished, hopefully before I reach the age of 90.

Spend more time on other hobbies

Over the years, I have dabbled in interests and hobbies that I’m interested in but haven’t spent a lot of time doing. The main things being crafts and building things like model kits and legos. Obviously I’m not very good at any of them but that’s mostly because I haven’t had a lot of practice and experience. Part of this is because I get easily frustrated when I’m doing these things. I need to spend ore time doing these things, so I don’t have a nervous breakdown while trying to draw a pigeon. No one wants to see that.

Playing a giant game of Jenga, but with unread books

For the longest time, I avoided reading and my towers of unfinished book but after rediscovering book-related YouTube channels I’ve been inspired to read again.

Unfortunately, a side effect of this was I was not comfortable with the majority of the books that I owned because most of it was nonfiction, and I wanted to get away from that. So…

This happened.

Yes, I bought all of these books. And that’s not even all of them. In my defense,they were fairly “affordable”, and I was honestly tired of looking at my countless number of random nonfiction books of various random topics. I have a book on bookbinding. I have a book about death. I have a memoir of a man who bought a Korean Deli. Oh and I have a book about how to draw happy stick figures. I’m a very eclectic person.

But I wanted to change all of that, so I went on a buying frenzy and focused on YA fiction. Now, I am in my early 30s, and you would think I would feel uncomfortable about buying books means for kids and teens who are 15+ years younger than me. But no. For those of who suddenly forgot what this blog is about, I am all about nostalgia.

When I was a teenager, I didn’t do much reading even though I loved books. I was one of those people who would borrow books but not read them. That then grew to buying books I wouldn’t read. If you have taken a psychology class, feel free to indulge me with an informal analysis of my behavior. I didn’t take advantage of reading young adult fiction when I was an actual young adult, so I’m starting now.

Going into this, I knew I had to start with a strategy because I have a tendency of buying things I don’t use. I wanted to focus on Young Adult fiction because it’s easier to find books in first person narration, which is what I’m comfortable reading. I wanted to pick up as many books as possible to build up my fiction books, so my strategy was to buy any books that appealed to me that were on the cheaper side. I am Asian, after all. But in all seriousness, although I wanted to start with a good amount of fiction, this will be an ongoing thing. I just hope I don’t end up buying a book about umbrellas.

Being the only Asian who can’t make fried rice

It’s been a while since I’ve cried about being held hostage by piles of unread and unfinished books. That is not because I’ve been super productive and reading book after book. Yeah, no. That did not happen. I am not the Asian male Rory Gilmore.

For those of you not familiar with my sad adventures of reading, I have been struggling with reading all my life until I finally made progress back in 2015 when I did a book challenge. I then fell back into not reading again for over two years until I finally finished a book earlier this year. After accomplishing such a major task, I tried to do a book challenge again this year and… let’s just say, it’s not going well.

Since my initial post about starting the reading challenges again, I have finished one book. Yes, One book in 11 months. That’s not really a surprise though. I am on the verge of finishing another book but clearly, this is not working.

From time to time, I have browsed book-related videos on YouTube, but nothing really stuck in terms of motivating me to actually read. I was just like, “I am sure you’re a lovely person, Jennifer, but I hate you for being more productive than me.” Until recently.

A while ago, back when I got my bookshelves, I wanted to have some inspiration on how to style and organize them, and I came across this very helpful video.

I then browsed a few of her other videos, liked what I saw and just stopped for no apparent reason. The story of my life, really. On a whim, I decided to browse book-related videos again, and came across her channel again. I then browsed several other book-related channels, and I became highly motivated to get back to reading again.

However, changes needed to be made. I decided to give up on the reading challenges because it was just not helping to motivate me to read. I have to go back to basics, and just read what I want to read based on my mood and interest. I don’t have a clear strategy on how to do this at this very moment, but I am going to start with reading what I’ve started and picking a few additional books and going from there.

I’ve also decided to start reading more YA fiction, and I’ve since bought a dozen or so YA novels. This is, of course, heavily influenced by YouTube, because pretty much all of the more popular book channels focus on YA fiction. Most of my books consist of nonfiction and memoirs. It’s difficult to find fiction books that I like because it’s difficult for me to read stories in third person narration, and a lot of fiction, specifically adult fiction, is in third person narration. Oddly enough, it turns out that most YA novels are in first-person narration, and I’ve been in a researching and buying frenzy since.

As a result, I’ve also been organizing and decluttering my booksjelves because I want to focus more on fiction right now, and there’s a lot of nofiction on my shelves. I’m not getting rid of anything. I’m just simply putting books I don’t think I’m going to be reading in the next 250 years in storage.

I don’t know if any of this will work. I hope it works out. But one thing I know for sure: it will be better than what I’ve doing now, which is basically nothing.

Nostalgia Battles: Hmm. I wonder if Beyonce ever cries about not having the time to read Harry Potter. (Reading VS. Writing)

I like to classify people into one of four categories: People who are into reading and writing, People who are into math and science, People who are into neither reading and writing or math and science and, of course, the magical unicorns who are just good at everything and we should just worship them as if they’re Beyonce.

Hey, I’m the one who does the crying around here, Beyonce. If you want to cry and talk about your problems, start your own blog.

For many years, I have struggled with reading and writing consistently. I don’t really consider myself a reader because I just don’t feel likebI read enough. At the same time, I’ve always considered myself a writer, but I barely write. It’s funny how that works, but I just feel more connected as a writer than a reader.

It’s actually difficult to define my relationship with reading. I’ve always loved books, but I don’t remember reading a lot as a child. I would go to the library a lot and checkout books but wouldn’t actually finish or even read a lot of the books. As I got older, the problem got worse. I was still borrowing books, but I wasn’t reading them. Now, there is no need for me to go to the library because I’m crying over stacks and stacks of unread books that I own.

And, yes, if you are one of those people who can read 100 books in a year, I hate you. I respect you, but I hate you. :p

I enjoy reading for two reason. One, is for the nostalgia factor. It just takes me back to a simpler time and makes me long for the past. Second, whenever I read a book, I feel like I’m transported into someone else’s life and getting a glimpse of their life. It often gives me inspiration for my own stories. I often get inspiration from movies and TV shows but I feel more accomplished when I finish a book as opposed to a movie or TV show. I know, what a surprise. How dare me for feeling more accomplished finishing Beloved than Mean Girls.

I am a man of very few talents. I know useless TV trvia from TV shows that others have stopped watching seven years ago. I can organize your office within a reasonable amount of time. Oh, and I can write, I guess.

Like with reading, I don’t remember much about how I got into writing. I guess I always had an interest in writing, but I didn’t realize it was a passion until I was in my teens. I didn’t really write outside of a school setting until I was well into my 20s.

When I do write for fun, I often get frustrated because my writing never comes out the way I want to. I guess I should write more often, heh. I do consider writing as the main passion for me because I just can’t think of any other way to best express myself. I guess I could try interpretative dance.

OK. Maybe not. I’m not Asian enough.

It’s difficult for me to choose a preference. I love writing, but every time I write, I want to throw something out the window. Reading is far easier, but it can still be difficult. For the sake of nostalgia and my sanity, reading is the winner.