It’s that time of the year again! Spring? Not quite yet. Yes, it’s the Valentine’s day! Sorry for being late to just post this out, but, the dating game is not just for Feb. 14th! After reading this, even though I can’t guarantee you a valentine for 2022, I’m sure you’ll have an idea of the mainstream dating apps on the market and get yourself prepared for the Valentine’s day in 2031!
*Disclaimer: these were my personal experiences and opinions, wasn’t trying to target any apps. If you work for one of them, that’s great, they are good apps in terms of popularity. And no, they did not sponsor me. I wish they did though.
*Disclaimer 2.0: people have different intentions on dating apps, mine might not be the same as yours, so this is a judgemental free zone. (Reviewing apps doesn’t equal to judging them though or does it?)
Quick overview:
Chinese apps marked with *
“I don’t recommend” section:
Into the trash
Tinder: Its algorithm was pretty bad; “purchase this and that” everywhere; swiping for ages and couldn’t find a person to match with. Might be fun to have tinder passports and flying around the world during this COVID time though (if you have da money, I’d recommend you to extend your Netflix subscription lol)
*Momo: Opened, didn’t know how to register, closed, deleted.
Would literally forget (about their existence)
Coffee meets bagel: Still don’t know what it’s about, lots of questionable features when I was using it but I LOVE COFFEE AND BAGELS 😍
*Soul: (did not seem like an actual dating app) People there don’t generally post profile pictures since it’s all about that ~anonymity~. You can talk to people without revealing your identity which means it’s all random. So, you might run into a 13 yo kid or a 50 yo millionaire who knows. No profile pic means no security, so no thanks. Generally, a very boring place if you get bored easily.
*Jimu: Another Chinese dating app. I don’t quite remember about this one. The layouts were kind of confusing and people there were basically all on Tantan as well.
NO
*Tantan: got banned there, no comments (It’s actually alright, the community was very small, pretty much all Chinese there which means 80% cat fishing and 20% people that I already know irl)
Facebook: 1) Facebook dating: scrolled for a bit and had no interest. The constant notifications are annoying as hell and I don’t know and don’t care how to turn that off. 2) Subtle Asian Dating: I was too weak to compete there but got to know some people on the other end of the world which was nice.
“Can take a look” section:
It’s ight
Hinge: (the latest version is an Average or a NO) The quality of matches there was higher on average and they would actually respond if they matched you back. It didn’t have the bio section, which I disliked because that’s the place I like the most (does this even make sense lmao). The version long time ago was much better and the recent version has a new feature added where they had this section for “outstanding prompts from the people most my type” that “you won’t see elsewhere,” and you would need roses to like them. Very nice algorithm because mostly were indeed my type, but $5.49 per rose was too much to ask. I mean I get it that apps need this kind of things for business but is it really necessary to pull people that are “most my type” out of the general pool? No, Hinge, you’ve failed me.
*WeChat: The “people around me” feature was ahahah I don’t know how to put it but it was definitely something, especially if you saw your friends on there. You can find some 阿姨 or 叔叔 if you don’t want to 努力 anymore. How WeChat acts as a dating app: 1) you see someone in your friends’ posts like a group photo or some kind, you ask your friends to introduce you and hit them up afterwards. 2) Directly hit up on the person if they’re already your friend. It’s basically like Instagram which I’ll be mentioning below but less stalking and less interactive.
Average
Bumble: The matching quality was about 200% higher than Tinder’s and 34% lower than Hinge’s. The app icon is a little yellow honeycomb, which is the cutest among the all. Through Bumble, I’ve practiced my pickup line skills to its maximum since it’s a “girls talk first” type of app which weirdly was the only thing I liked about it (besides the icon). It had 24-hr time limits for you to initiate the conversation which I absolutely hated. When I hopped on there after 24 days, everything had gone expired. What are you? Milk? In general, it’s pretty average, doesn’t have any mind-blowing highlight features.
“Shoot your shot, go get em” section:
Actually helpful
Instagram: Pros: 1) mostly are the people you know I believe? 2) You get to stalk their life. 3) Seems not so dating app, but can still act as one. Cons: 1) if you don’t take the first move, your DM is going to be as dry as your throat just woke up on a winter morning. 2) They are the people you know, so you have to have manners and you can’t just walk away. 3) The “seen” feature, like what if I want to remove that red notification dot but don’t want to respond to the message?
LinkedIn: Very high quality and some people even have a detailed CV attached. Many volunteering experiences? -> must be a kind person; many work experiences? -> must have da money; etc… you get what I mean. (“If you don’t have an over-a-year lab experience, I don’t want it” jkjk)
THE CHOSEN ONE ヾ(・ε・`*)
McGill MyCourses: If you know you know QwQ
Dating apps can be fun, can be boring, can be useful, and can be impractical. Different people have different views. It’s almost reading break which is a perfect time to put my suggestions above in use 😉 The thing I want to emphasize is that during this hard time, have fun, stay safe, and act smart.
In the end, I hope y’all can find your right one (or left one) if you haven’t yet and have a long lasting love and happiness if you already have one (or multiple) ❤
One last thing, I wish y’all the best for the rest of your midterms and have a wonderful break with the lecture recordings and assignments that you’ve left behind!
I’m going to answer one of the most popular questions:
Tell me about yourself.
Interview questions always get me, very deep into my soul, as if they are questioning my existence. “I don’t know” would be the best answer, and the second worst answer after staying completely silent. The best solution out of hesitation for this is to present myself as someone who they want me to be.
More questions come after:
Are interview questions more of a guessing game?
Am I myself or their want-to-be?
Is it just a coincidence when I’m being myself fits/overlaps with their expectations?
Tell me about yourself.
One problem that I’ve always been trying to figure out is who I really am, not the unsolved philosophical type of question, nor the everyday existential problem, but how I, myself, views myself as a person. I believe that I exist even though I can’t prove it and I don’t want to go too deep into this topic either because my logical arguments are not strong or evidenced. I still remember I wrote something about “every human is born with a dictionary that has everything written and growing up is just a process of unlocking things that are already known” when I was 15. Does that mean eventually everyone is the same? Enough being said, I don’t know why I had that thought nor little did I know anything about philosophy, but there are still many questions that I can’t answer that, in the end, are somehow connected.
Myself, my whole world, seems always “not right” to me. I don’t mean doubting the realness of the world, but rather, my individuality. It has been bothering me for a long time when people ask me to “tell me about yourself.” I just don’t know how to answer it while it’s one of the major questions for any interviews. Should I describe my external traits or internal perspectives of myself? Whenever it comes to describing my external traits, objective truths, or uncontroversial facts, I have no problem. I can tell them the researches I’ve done, I can tell them everything that happened to me throughout 19 years, but I want to tell them more, more about myself, as a person who’s distinctive from the rest of population.
For example, I say that “I have a good personality: approachable, outgoing, and always helpful,” but those characteristics don’t define Me, Myself. Everyone could have that, or even this exact same combination. I still somehow assume that I’m different, not in the sense that I can make a remarkable contribution to the world and get remembered for centuries even though that might be the best result to live, but in the sense as an individual with my own thoughts. However, whenever I think I’m different because I have this particular thought of mine, I start questioning if there is any other human being who has similar or even the same thought as I am having this right now. The answer to that is probably yes. I am almost certain that there is at least one person who must have, or have had this same thought. So, should I say that I have a good personality and categorize myself along with other people who claim to be having the traits I mentioned above?
For interviews, I prepared to describe myself in advance, polishing my words to the best as I could; while inside, I felt quite conflictive, for being someone who I think I am but might not be, for not giving a completed answer, for an absolute answer that even I, myself suspect.
Are interview questions more of a guessing game?
Yes, in order to get a particular position, I’m constantly guessing what They want the answers to be.
Am I myself or their want-to-be?
I am still myself (hopefully) by switching, adapting, changing under different circumstances. Their want-to-be’s are just the products of my guesses in the beginning.
Is it just a coincidence when I’m being myself fits/overlaps with their expectations?
I would call it luck. I have made a good guess and then provide a good answer.
There are many questions out there with no answer. Even though I try to be myself and present myself in some ways, being myself and to prove myself having individuality is another problem. One of the choices I made for my finite lifespan is to study sciences and focus on what the world is presenting to us, instead of us to the world. I’m sure there will be more entanglements like this in my life, questioning everything and doubting the simplest but at the same time, the hardest truth of myself, but right at the moment, my priority is to watch lecture recordings and obtain my degree so I won’t get starved when I’m older 😷
In the end, wish everyone who’s reading this can ace their interviews in the future ❤
well… i’ve already been exercising regularly for months, so i’ll make it harder by adding a HIIT session (which i absolutely hate) into my daily workout routine. idek if i can stick to it lol cuz the last time i tried to do HIIT, i gave up after two burpees. BUT we love challenges, so i’ll try my best 👊 – Nov. 30
Yes, the reason why I did this was that I gained weight throughout the whole quarantine (nothing crazy though, just around 4 pounds). How do I feel about this? To be honest, I’m very chill with the number showing on the scale. I still weigh myself (and my food sometimes lol) everyday, but it’s different from the time where all I cared about was that number. The number helps me to understand how my body is responding to the new food combination, new workout routine, etc. Do 122 and 118 lbs really differ that much? I felt pretty the same standing on that scale, but my skin, digestion and body composition are different. Since a healthy lifestyle is a long term thing, focusing on one number is not ideal. I did what I could and if I felt right, I did it right.
Dec. 1
it was alright but i still hate burpees
Dec. 2
the first one doesn’t have the HIIT intensity
Dec. 3
didn’t do anything cuz i’m on my second day of menstrual cycle (the actual reason is i was debugging and two quizzes are due tmr morning hehe)
and thanks to december for having 31 days so i can skip one with a legitimate reason
Dec. 4
i prefer repetition but this chest and triceps one is just TOO much
Dec. 5
a good 20 min warmup
Dec. 6
one day i’ll be able to do pistol squats 👊
Dec. 7
multitasking: watching 甄嬛传 while doing those workouts
Dec. 8
20 min of burpee and its variations made me wanna throw up 🥲
Dec. 9
i feel like a burpee queen now 🤡
Dec. 10
burpee and i are in a love-hate relationship 🥰
Dec. 11 (i feel nothing on my butt so i did it again lol)
sorry the sparkol was too random here but i want the pic to fit the screen
Dec. 12
my laptop is on dark mode sorry for the inconsistency
Dec. 13
i sincerely miss the gym my improper burpee gesture is giving me knee pain
Dec. 14 (i really really don’t wanna do HIIT today)
i did one anyway (respect to myself)
Dec. 15 (i need a break from jumping my knees can’t take it anymore)
okay my 2021 new resolution: get abs
Dec. 16
i realized that i forgot to do abs after the shower was done 🥲
Dec. 17
i kinda love doing abs cuz it’s 90% of time lying on the ground lol
Dec. 18
didn’t do HIIT today oops i just don’t want to use my lower body lol
Dec. 19
i stepped into the gym for the first time in 9 months bruh my hands, my arms, my whole body is aching and i couldn’t even lift 70 lbs. let’s just wait for those new calluses to form and we shall be good. alright my updated resolution for 2021: get back to my personal bests in one month (or two).
Dec. 20
i did shoulders and back today (like wtf would even do HIIT when they got a gym). i’ve never trained this early like 7am my body is not fully functioning yet but it was fun trying it out. i moved my breakfast 2 hrs late to 9am which feels like a lunch and the 3pm lunch feels like a umm afternoon tea? anyway, 2020 is weird so just let my schedule be weirder.
Dec. 21
my body is aching EVERYWHERE (legs from the day before yesterday and upper body from yesterday lol) so i just did a tiny cardio plus abs
Dec. 22
did legs, was fun
Dec. 23
went uphill with my boots for the first time in the year (a quality cardio session) + biceps and chest (haven’t been lifting for a while and it hurts wherever i work on lol)
Dec. 24
what’s the day before christmas called again? christmas eve??? did booty cuz upper body is very sore
Dec. 25
christmas yay did legs cuz upper body wasn’t ready
Dec. 26
cardio plus some random kettle dumbbell thing
Dec. 27
upper body day my hands are shaky rn
Dec. 28
did the whole body which felt like i did nothing 😬
Dec. 29
chest + back (not the best combination but it made the upper body session seem shorter if u know what i mean)
Dec. 30
leg day fun day 🦵it’s interesting how it’s a lower and upper never ending cycle, when the upper body is sore, it’s time for the lower body and vice versa and when both need recovery, i’ll only be left with cardio
Dec. 31
did a 1hr stationary bicycling and i’ll take a break tomorrow (we be starting off 2021 strong 💪). the nonstop gym is VERY exhausting especially when it’s so early in the morning. new year, old me, so ready for some new changes.
summary:
i could’ve done the challenge but the gym showed up halfway and i couldn’t ignore it. we need to rearrange our priorities when changes happen, don’t we? [all excuses i just don’t want to do HIIT or cardio or probably i don’t even want to move at all lol]
i’ve tried many fitness youtubers’ workouts but caroline girvan and lilly sabri are my top two favorites. caroline’s aren’t easy nor too difficult and most importantly, SHE WON’T YELL AT YOU. lilly’s don’t have previews so it took me quite a while to remember what’s coming next and she kinda yells too much u know…
and the gym omg this little 20 square meter room makes me so happy. that’s like the fifth thing that i love the most in the world ranking after my mom and dad, sleep, carrot cake and bullshitting (should be mentioning studying but let’s just be honest for one more time). 2020 is tough, im constantly in this gaining-and-losing weight cycle without doing the “normal” amount of physical activities i used to do pre-covid. i still remember i told myself to not to worry too much in the beginning of the quarantine: “just think it as a 3-month cutting season.” Then, 9 months passed lol. but im still happy (depressed only when the dues are in front of my eyes) that i’ve got motivation to stay active and creative. im no longer concerned of losing my progress or dropping weights whatsoever. it was fun pushing myself to add one more 2.5 lbs plate pre-covid but it was also nice to take a super super long 9-month break and follow that enormous youtube fitness trend (chloe ting etc).
i forgot to mention that since the covid started which was around mid march, i had switched to intermittent fasting because i realized that my regular 4-5 meals per day was too much when all i do is staying at home and facing the screens. one more thing i learned from this 9-month quarantine is that constant snacking is a big pitfall, it took me two months for my digestion and skin to recover, not to mention my weight lol. so, after 9 months experimenting with all sorts of combinations, i found my mind and body responded to a clean diet with moderate exercises the best (they prefer health after all smh). i like unhealthy things like staying up late till 3 am, eating a whole bag of chips without looking at the nutrition label, but my body doesn’t like the ideas so we kinda compromised.
2021, im not sure where it’s going but i know that i have the capability to cope with any situations. fingers crossed wishing we all can go back to a slightly “normal” life. cheers to my very random, everything-mixed-together workout routines, it was a fun 9 months. and cheers to the somewhat consistent 20 (ish) day HIIT challenge, i for sure, will not do it again.
for 2021:
drink more water
eat more veggies
consume only adequate amount of processed food
do the exercises you love (and the ones you don’t love but necessary i.e. burpees lol)
some fitness goals to “look cool”:
be able to do pull-ups
be able to do pistol squats
be able to do proper pushups
and be able to bench press your squat weight lol
Lastly, enjoy the last bit of your winter break and happy new year ❤
was planning to do a 30 day diet streak but failed on the first day lol
Nov. 2
ok i remembered to take pics for my meals but forgot the comp sci assignment due is today. (thank god i only added two more if statements in my last version) plz i beg u lin, DO NOT LET THIS KIND OF THINGS HAPPEN AGAIN 😀
Nov. 3
snow is visible today, winter is really here
Nov. 4
too busy i can’t remember what i did
Nov. 5
studied for the two tests that i’m totally unprepared for
Nov. 6
hey i survived
Nov. 7
add some sugar when life’s bitter
Nov. 8
repetition is bootyful
Nov. 9
new week so let’s start over the streak 🤡
my scrambled egg is shiny like my future ; )
Nov. 10
i forgot again… but i can still use my classic sky pic
amazement of the day: temperature is 23 degrees blessed 🌹
Nov. 11
hmm didn’t do much and forgot everything hehe (the only pic i had for today :))
Nov. 12
probably the last time i ran for this year, can’t do it when the temperature gets too low (i felt slow like a cow when i was running but it turned out it wasn’t too bad lol)
oh and got a 100 on the last cs assignment. i cried 😭
Nov. 13
there was one person sneezed in the student room omfg
Nov. 14
i had a donut today, kinda disappointed i remember original glazed should be better
arugula tastes as bitter as my gpa :^)
Nov. 15
so much work towards the end of the semester :((
Nov. 16
it’s 2am, i’m very hungry and tired right now so i have to note it down.
Nov. 17
my mindset atm: i really don’t care about this particular assignment cuz the worst i could get would be a B and i have all those high A’s to balance it out anyway (not healthy but i’m so done hehe)
Nov. 18
very cold today, nothing happened, peace
Nov. 19
me doing “getting rid of muffin tops in 7 days” exercises and at the same time:
Nov. 20
the muffins are so good and hopefully i can survive this weekend
Nov. 21
i’m always saying i have lots of work but after breaking them down and getting some of them done, i realized actually, that’s not bad at all
i scrolled through my photo album today (procrastinating again yeah i know) and made this comparison collage. it’s been two years ngl the changes can barely be seen (i mean 8 months were at-home what can i expect lol) try living healthier, do less comparison, love every inch of ur body and stay confident ❤
Nov. 22
big snow day today and it was 12 degrees celsius two days ago 2020 is strange in every single possible way
i stg berries taste the best in the morning (other times do not work)
Nov. 23
the second last week of the semester yayayyyy
i have no pics today but a meme
Nov. 24
it’s 1am idk why but my powerpoint file for today’s 9am presentation got damaged so i’m redoing everything lol why am i still alive 🙂
Nov. 25
haven’t started my comp assignment yet, i’m very worried
Nov. 26
the snow from yesterday cuz i didn’t have any today
Nov. 27
coding is hard and i don’t like it
Nov. 28
why are there so many edge cases in comp assignments?
Nov. 29
biol 301 report is fun
Nov. 30
the last day of this month and the last week of the semester and the last month of 2020
conclusion:
it was hard to not to forget to take pictures of every single meal but yea this is my 30 days of randomness again.
to-do’s for december:
finish the semester nicely
sleep until i can no longer
eat clean
exercise
enjoy the break and be mentally prepared for the next online semester 🥲
an advice from a cOlLeGe student that no one asked
(“lin, u really need to stop bs“
“hehe”)
am i sharing another bs post again? yes, i am. kinda busy this month (but still writing THIS at 11pm to avoid work. yes my whole life is a huge oxymoron in its human form.)
first of all, it’s autumn, pumpkin season, maple leaf season, spooky season. and, on the way to winter hibernation, a drowsy season. it rained a lot and my circadian rhythm somehow adjusted to the precipitation, the more rain, the sleepier i am. i particularly love the bloodshot in my eyes, making me feel so productive 👌
let’s do a tiny calculation cuz my little brain cant handle the ones bigger than three digits. it’s week 9 soon, and this semester ends on december 3rd, which means we only have 5 weeks left. FIVE! WEEKS! doesnt that sound so short? we just need to keep ourselves awake and grind for another a month plus a week and WE👏ARE👏DONE👏
here’s how lin has been keeping herself alive, i mean awake, for the past 9 weeks:
sleep is trivial, deadlines are more real.
keep track of your substance usage.
time management is important.
calm down.
substances?
*disclaimer* her substance usage is BAD don’t listen to her.
s tier: death wish mix with java monster
they exaggerated its effectiveness
the sugar numbed my tongue but it’s doing its job
urm honestly i don’t recommend this but if your receptors are getting more and more insensitive, all you can do is to increase the amount of caffeine you consume (we can biology ;)) when you’re so in need of caffeine, you just stop caring about the taste.
a tier:
great but it’s cold outside i don’t wanna move
tea is new to my system so it’s working (for now)
there’s a tim hortons right down my stairs but it’s over two bucks and milk tea is expensive af with $4.99 delivery fees i’m not doing that.
f tier (cuz we have no tolerance towards non-A’s 🤡):
no comments…
expensive and ineffective
waste of stomach volumn
the original monster has a similar taste as red bulls (yea we all know marketing is all about copying from each other). the sugar, 50 something grams, no thanks, i don’t wanna get obese before i even reach the end of the semester. red bull is just another name for bulls**t. nespresso coffee pods: what we need is not just a taste of coffee.
time management
how i do it is i write out things that i need to do on a list clearly and thoroughly and end up not doing them at all BUT it helps build up the guilts inside so ultimately i get them done. pretty clever huh. oh and sipping on coffee while i’m doing it so i can trick my brain that i’m being productive ;))
i have none so i’m probably not the best person for giving advice on this.
i drink coffee every day so i can feel i’ve accomplished at least something
CALM DOWN
21st century lin’s dictionary definition: calming down is another synonym for not caring anymore.
watch some youtube and procrastinate a bit and you’ll find some peacefulness during that short interval and more anxieties afterwards which will lead to a higher stress and motivation level for getting the work done since you are running out of time 🤭 (like me doing it right now)
jokes aside, seriously, calm the f down and target each small task in an organized order. small progress is better than no progress at all isn’t it?
wishing you people can go through this 2020 stressful time with success. 5 weeks (or more if ur somewhere else in the world), we can do this.
“it’s easy to talk big, but the important thing is whether or not you clean up the shit.”
– norwegian wood (how i was procrastinating by reading it again instead of getting shit done lol)
the song of the month
sept. 2 wednesday
to-buy
☐ a nice ipad pro
☐ desk stand
☐ COFFEE
☐ grocery list on ur phone
the whole year of 2020 is weird. schools normally start on the first tuesday of september, but this year mcgill decided to start today. there’s a strange thought that has been stuck inside for a while: how do i know that physiology is the right one for me? at this point, all i can do is to constantly persuade myself that im into the subject and will be willing to do it for the rest of my life. if i say that i want to switch to a whole new major, people must think im crazy. anything “for the rest of the life” becomes overwhelming for a 19 year old and when i think of it, i start to doubt. i guess that’s why i feel weird. [haha nah i like physiology, it’s just when i think it’s MY major, it feels bizarre.]
im really stressed out these days, can’t sleep and wake up super early too. it’ll be alright, just take a deep breath and sort things out slowly.
$20k+ online school, let’s do it.
sept. 4 friday
first (half) week, done.
i’ve only been having online classes for two days, i already feel *not good*. I really should have taken a gap year. it’s not about motivation, but the learning styles. if i could do it online, even the free mit opencoueseware had done it better lol. [jkjk I LOVE MCGILL.]
anyway that’s life, shit happens and it’s happening to most of people right now.
strange thought of the day: i want to live in 90s in france like the one depicted in amélie. can’t speak french but i want a getaway to somewhere i have zero knowledge of.
edit: nah i want japan instead.
sept. 5 saturday
a little chat about rejections
had some talks with my friends about our dating life. throwing back, i’ve received a handful rejections from the “crushes” that i had. I’ve rejected lots of people myself too. those nervous but excitable moments, the times sitting down with friends and trying to word a perfect message, planning a specific route to have that “accidental” encounter, the careful but bold spirits… three things should be kept in mind:
1) be yourself. “you shouldn’t have poured everything out like that” “you should’ve been more tactful in the game” “you should’ve…” all those advice flooding in. abandon those “techniques” because that’s not you. be affectionate, be whole-hearted, be you.
2) acknowledge and appreciate. if you are the one rejecting the other person, the least your can do is say thank you and appreciate their feelings. if you are the one being rejected, acknowledge the feelings towards the person and don’t feel embarrassed. these feelings are actually cute and genuine!
3) there’re many other things (and people) out there! the further you go, the better and more alike people you’ll meet. the movies, the books, the projects, the friends, and the everything you like. think about all the delightful chances you are going to have, exciting!
like my friends joked: “move on, plenty of fish out there.”
edit: i don’t even like the smell of fish.
two of my favorite human beings from the stanford high 🥺 i miss them so so so much 🥺 (sept. 06 2020)
sept. 12 saturday
kind of things that i love.
another week done. busy week.
it’s slowly getting colder and the priority on the list is to keep myself warm, physically and mentally. it’s too cold to go out for a run now, i just can’t make my mind if i should wear t-shirt or long sleeve.
a week with the still-trying-to-get-used-to occupied schedule, the lukewarm coffee in the mug, the frozen prof on the zoom call, while trying to catch the last scrap of summer 2020. everything makes week 2 unique. there’s no second junior week 2 anymore, and i loved it.
sept. 15 12:30 am
i feel like i’m drained out. my friend messaged me that he has been on a 3hr sleep schedule for a while now. me here, working till midnight every day, having a less than 6hr sleep, i honestly don’t know where all my time went. and i kinda feel bad that i’m not sleeping little enough (yeah i know, some weird peer pressure). i knew from the beginning that this year is NOT meant to be easy, stay alive and keep working.
edit: google said 4 cups of brewed coffee is too much. okay.
“you can’t always keep your loved ones with you. you can’t always settle your life in one place. the world was made to change. but as long as you cherish the memories and make new ones along on the way, no matter where you are, you’ll always be at home.” – this is where it ends (why do i always quote so much lol)
sep. 18 friday
omg week 3 is FINALLY done, im crying. i still have two dues this weekend and some extra psets to get over with. (sorry lemme start over again, this beginning was too shitty.)
this week has been rough and too much caffeine consumption is giving me a high tolerance that red bull and espresso shots no longer work well. i cut naps from my life and i kinda miss them. running and exercising are the only sources for my everyday endorphins / dopamine / serotonin / noradrenaline intake. im grateful that i still have time for them.
edit: red bull doesn’t even have that much caffeine lol rip all that liquid in my stomach for doing nothing. “if you drink coffee or tea or monster energy or whatever for every single day of college, as a whole your energy and motivation will be a little bit elevated and your health will only be marginally decreased.” (not recommending doing it just personally i need to use “substances”)
every day seemed so long but days passed by so fast, be productive and yeah that’s it for the week.
sept. 20th sunday
some feelings are not good. they are something so hard to comprehend, like sick sentiments from inside out, slowly deteriorating and getting rotten like the apples you put in the fridge but without power for six months. it’s so hard that i just want to close my eyes and huddle myself up under a big warm comforter. the further i go, the more responsibilities and pressure i get and the more i’ll realize that there’s nothing i can do to go beyond that. i wish i could live without any restraints or just a person without those damn consciousness.
are “the responsibility” or “the role of being a person in this society” the ones bothering me? nope, i could totally live without them but
“the thought of dying has never bothered me, but getting hurt, losing blood, becoming crippled and the like—no thanks.” – no longer human
i guess im too apprehensive after all.
dying at 17 is much better than dying at 71. but im not going to form an argument to write about how it’s “better” here cuz “it’s not right to say that” as people will say. for real, for the next life, i want to be the wind, the sky, or just something intangible of nothingness.
edit: this is a very typical me, one side being like “i can do this” and the other is being like “im so done with my life.” im totally fine, i just think too much.
sept. 25th friday
things are getting better, or it’s just me getting more used to it.
edit (1:30 am): nope nope nope, i lied, still shit tons of stuff to get done lol. i mean why tho i didnt procrastinate or anything (or im prob doing it unconsciously lol), why i still cant keep up? is it just me or everyone else too? but i do need to hop onto my bed and go die now :))
the anxiety level has been high in the sky lately, very nice. I was awoken by the dream that i got kicked out of school by the committee THROUGH ZOOM. then i started to wake myself from the sleep every ten minutes to make sure that it was just a dream. i mean even though im cool with many things, but getting kicked out is not one of them.
weekend to-do:
☐ 250 quiz 2 (due on sunday)
☐ feedback (due on monday)
☐ phgy311 test 3 (due on monday)
☐ 301 prelab
☐ 359 paper
☐ study for bioc311 quiz 2
☐ 250 extra and presentation
junior year do be different, i feel like im living a final-week life lol. anyway, cheers to september, can’t wait for week 5 and october’s torturing hehe.
october looking forward to:
☞ moon cakes and the full moon 🥮
☞ cinnamony halloween 🎃
☞ maple leaves on mt. royal 🍁
☞ first snow (or november we never know) ❄️
☞ a clean diet with less doritos 🥗
☞ abs, im quitting doritos u better show up 😤
that’s it for sept, might be adding something to it later but idk.
– A COMPILATION OF A CANADIAN INTERNATIONAL STUDENT’S JOURNAL EXCERPTS
PRELUDE
2007 (6 years old)
– the year I started my never-ending English learning
February
The guy was standing in front of me, lowering his body trying to keep an eye contact. He asked me if I knew the English for the word “apple.” I thought about it for a second, it was almost there. I certainly did know it, but it didn’t come out. He put his mouth in the shape of “a” pronunciation without making the sound. Oh right! Now I remember! APPLE! Then I was gotten into an intermediate level class because I for some reason knew the word for an apple.
2010 (9 years old)
– the year I made my mind to study abroad
May
I heard about this USA middle school (or high school?) exchange program from my English teacher at school. That sounded sooooo interesting. I’ve always been wanting to go out and see the world because of all those Hollywood movies I watched. This is definitely the BEST opportunity. I mean my English is not that bad so it won’t be a problem. Actually, not bragging or anything, I think my English is the best in my class, probably even one of the best in my age group.
I discussed (more like stating the fact) it with my parents and they gave me a BIG no because they said I’m too young to study abroad. They didn’t even think about it for a second.
2013 (12 years old)
– the year my “plan” went sideways
June/July
Six years of primary school is finished now yayy. The USA plan was spoiled years ago, so definitely no USA for me now. My parents told me that they are going to send me to No. 8 Middle School. I begged them for not sending me there but of course when it comes to my parent’s decision, there’s no compromise. Literally NOBODY is going there. All my friends told me how terrifyingly strict the school is and they’re all going to another school. Why can’t I go to the same school as my friends though…
I swear I’ll make my own decision once I grow up.
OFF THE BOAT
2016 (15 years old)
– the year my life changed
January
I was crying on the backseat of the car because I screwed up the final exams so badly. Then my mom told me about the plan of studying abroad that she and my dad had been discussing for a long time. “Me and your dad thought you’re now old enough and capable of handling to study abroad. Where to, we haven’t decided yet. Might be Singapore, Canada, England, or Australia” This short notice made my heart pound so hard. As far as I know, I’m not going back to school for the next semester so I can prepare my English for the high school.
Finally. My dream. I can see a little bit of it now.
April 12th
After staying at home and preparing for IELTS™ [the English exam for international students] for three months, I felt lost. My three years of middle school, should I really run away in the end and give up the last semester like a deserter? What about my friends? They are all studying hard for the last exam but I’m here staying at home? No, I want to go back to school and take that final final exam to end my middle school journey nicely without any regrets.
So, I went back.
It’s my birthday today. Sihong [my best friend in middle school] literally gave me a whole box of birthday gifts with a bunch of letters and cards. She said she cried when she knew that I wasn’t going back and she started to write me letters every day. Taking an initiative to befriend with her was one of the best decisions I’ve made.
June 14th
I made it. I finished. Like my teachers joked:” She’s not taking the exam to get into a prominent high school, but for fun.” It feels nice to put three years of hard work in this one exam. BTW, the decision has been made, I’m going to Vancouver for high school. (followup: the marks turned out to be unexpectedly high. I was at the very top in the whole class of 2016, 1700 students, on my big three subjects – Chinese, Math, and English. Yes, the last exam, I made my teachers proud. I made my parents proud. I made myself proud.)
August 13th
I took the second and last IELTS™ exam today. My parents threatened me that if I can’t get a score of 6.5, they are going to un-allow me to go to Canada. I knew that they didn’t mean it because the result won’t come out till the day I arrive in Canada. But I don’t know why I still feel anxious about it. What if they’re going to throw me back to China when they find out that I didn’t make it to the mark they asked for?
August 22nd
can we just appreciate this very first aesthetic pic I took in Canada because of the jet lag?
OMG NORTH AMERICA!!! It’s my first time stepping my foot onto this new continent. It feels so odd. It used to seem so far from my life but I’m standing here right now. I’m breathing this North American air, nothing different from that of China’s, maybe a bit chiller. Never realized my English was this clumsy though. I got a 6 on IELTS™, my speaking part didn’t turn out great. I think I’m safe, they’re not going to throw me back haha.
I had a funny thought: I left China on 22nd at 5pm but arrived Vancouver on 22nd at 2pm. Does that mean I just saved time? My mom is calling me to take a shower now, I’ll just end here.
September 6th
I was so excited but nervous for the first day of the school. I had no problems understanding what teachers were saying in class (IELTS™ sufferings paid off.) The whole school system is so different. We never had homerooms back in China and we didn’t have to move from one classroom to another. (Alright, I’m exaggerating this. I knew the system a long time ago. But you know, when people are moving into a new environment, the emotions are different. So I gotta express my excitement.)
December 12th
I’ve been feeling lonely recently. I don’t think I can fit into those local’s groups. Why are they sitting on the floor by their lockers during the lunch break? Why do they send Snapchat streaks? Why do they look asian but don’t behave like one? Why do they speak English in that way? I have so many why’s and I can’t really answer them. I miss my friends back in China. (My English is no longer my strongest subject, probably even the worst. This frustrates me a lot. I’m still good at math though. The math here is way too easy like they’re still solving equations in grade 10. Getting 100% is nice but I want more challenges.)
I don’t wanna show off or anything but I was once good at math.
2017 (16 years old)
– the year of reaching my childhood dream
January 10th
I got accepted to the Stanford high school college! I applied to this summer program in the last December and I wasn’t expecting too much because I thought I screwed up the personal statement part in the application. But I made it with my high average, with my principal as the referee, and with some luck. STANFORD! I feel like I’m even closer to my dream. I can literally touch it.
May 13th
I finished the last AP exam today. The US history a few days ago was okay but I was definitely bullshitting in the last essay section. Today’s Microeconomics, meh, I wasn’t too sure about the last few written questions. I compared my answers with Alex (a friend I met in the Stanford group chat who’s also in Vancouver Coquitlam and taking Microeconomics today), and I think I got some of them wrong. I don’t know what has gotten into my head for choosing APUSH the first year I’m here without any knowledge in history. But at least, it’s done.
June 22nd
We are off to Palo Alto!!! My parents are driving me to Stanford from Vancouver. Isn’t that the coolest road trip ever? One advantage of having a car is that I can take my bike with me. You know, Stanford, you can’t live without a bike there. Driving on California 1 was one of my dad’s dreams, and I’m cool with it.
June 24th
OMG OMG I’M STANDING ON STANFORD CAMPUS RIGHT NOW. It has been my dream since 7. After 9 years, I finally got a chance to actually experience it. I’m grateful. And excited! Go Cardinal!
my home of 2 months
Do you know what’s the best thing? Me and Alex got into the same dorm Gavilan! TJ [another friend I met in the group chat before the summer started] got into Alondra. My room key had some problem, I couldn’t open the door. So, me and this LA girl, Rachel [my roommate] waited in the lounge until it got fixed.
July 5th
was a mood.
Today’s the AP score release day. I’m in California right now which means I’ll have to wait till July 9th for the result. Who’s gonna wait for that though. So I used VPN to change my location to New York. I woke up at 5 am (8 am ET) because I was too nervous.
Macroeconomics: 5
Microeconomics: 5
United States History: 3
The result of self-studying and “I love challenges.” A three, very nice. One of my friends who scored a 5 on APUSH comforted me by saying: “Three is not too bad.” Bruh, thank you, that’s really comforting.
July 8th
CS106A is the very first CS class I have. I really think it’s destroying my interests in CS. I thought I might be good at coding but it turned out nope. PSYC111S is going well for now except the reading work is a little bit too much. I spent hours on the textbook but I feel like I can’t understand much after reading once only.
hello papa richard and alex and mark over there who was clearly not with us.
Me and Alex automatically became best friends because we’ve known each other since March and we’ve been talking a lot before we even arrived here. Then, Richard joined us later. Like during the first day of Gavilan bonding, Richard came to me and asked my name or something. Later when we threw back to how we met, he told me: “So there was a morning I was eating breakfast alone and you suddenly appeared in front of me with that bossy look ‘can I sit next to you?’ and then we became good friends.” I don’t know why but Alex and Richard’s rooms are SO MUCH cooler than mine. Mine is like a stove in the afternoon (no AC in the dorm btw). So, I often go to theirs to study. We hang out with Chenqi and his roommate Gage sometimes too. Oh, and Daemon from Mirlo who brought me SIM cards all the way from China. (I owe him a big one.)
August 9th
i know it was weird to snap a photo like this but still.
I heard that people have been seeing Connor from CiC [A friend of a Stanford YouTuber] around on campus and Chenqi later told me that Connor is in his electrical engineering class. WOWW, he’s an upper year student and taking the summer class with us?! I sneaked into the class with Chenqi, hoping to see Connor but he wasn’t there. (As Chenqi said:” he ditched from time to time.”) So I went again today, and oh my gosh, he was literally sitting right next to me. It felt like meeting your idol in person but closer and more real. I even got his phone number from a friend of Chenqi’s. He never added me back on Snapchat though lol.
August 20th
till the next time.
How can two months be so short? I left the last when it was all empty in Gavilan. I couldn’t stop crying when I was sending off my last friends onto the Uber. One student’s mom noticed me and said to me: ” I know it’s pretty hard to say goodbye, it’ll be alright.”
the emperor’s new gavi got talented peeps.
I met some of the best people in my life here at Stanford with some bestest memories. Laughing at 2am and staying up all night to get assignments done. Rushing back to the dorm before the 12am curfew. Sneaking into the cafeteria at night and stealing cereals. Talking about futures under the stars on Meyer Green and getting soaked by an unexpected irrigation sprinkler. Supporting each other when someone was mentally unstable…
They taught me so much that I realized that the world I’m living in right now has potentials that I’ve been neglecting. When they had 6 or 7 AP exam scores, me only having three made me feel bad (but of course it’s because they’re older than me). Their intelligence, creativity, and passion towards everything are truly inspiring. We’re from different places but in this group, I feel home. We’re a group of people with similar values. We are dreamers, doers, and achievers. I don’t know when we’re going to meet again. For one thing I’m sure of is that we are all going to do great things.
I suddenly found out that I’ve been taking too many online classes and AP classes (thanks to those Stanford peeps inspo, I’m taking 7 this year) on my own that I don’t have any classes left for my grade 12 except gr.12 English. So, I decided to skip gr. 11. The school principal arranged a few meetings with my mom. (Yeah, I had to be there too to translate for my mom.) I was then moved to gr.12. One problem of moving into a different grade: the friends I just made last year are now in the different year than me which means I’m graduating with a bunch of new people.
To be honest, the reason why I wanted to skip a year was that all my Stanford high friends were a year ahead of me, and I didn’t want to be left behind.
December
I’ve been mainly working on my college applications recently. I mean since I only applied to U of T and McGill, I’m not stressed by the amount of work as my friends. They have so many essays to write because most of them applied to the states. I skipped a year so I haven’t had a chance to take my SAT yet. But anyway, I’m applying to those two to take my chance. You know, what if? Why not UBC? I didn’t want to write essays and I wanted to move to somewhere else after being in Vancouver for two years.
2018 (17 years old)
– the year I got into the college, accidentally
March 28th
U of T rejected me because I didn’t have English 12. I sent them an email beforehand explaining that I’ll be taking it this summer but they never replied or they never seen it. I guess that was indeed some U of T pride.
My Stanford high friends are starting to receive their college decisions now as well. When I saw them posting their offers from Ivy Leagues, I was so happy for them because they really deserved it. My current situation here makes me a bit sad. Now I just have to wait for McGill’s decision. My mom is more prone to McGill so she didn’t really care that I got rejected. Personally, the fact that it’s in the French speaking province concerns me. Should I take SAT and wait for another year?
April 12th
It’s my birthday today. I received an email from the McGill admission office, asking for my English 12. What’s the chance, receiving the email right on my birthday? I told them the reason why it’s missing and I explained my “special” situation. The rest is up to McGill, whether they are going to accept me or not, which doesn’t matter anymore, a gap year is always nice to have.
April 16th
i can see that admission office was an early bird too. (11:42am ET)
I received the offer from McGill right after the weekend. During the first block of biology class around 8:30 ish, I was a bit bored so I started to check my mailbox. Then I got a reply from McGill admission team right at the time when I was checking it. Wow, two sentences, just like that. I was expecting some thrilling moment of opening admission decision email like those “college decision reactions” videos I saw on YouTube. McGill, I’ve never taken a serious thought about it. Montreal, sounds so exotic to me. Quebec, I don’t even know how to pronounce it in the right way…
Not going to lie, I still don’t know what’s the difference between B.Sc life science and B.Arts&Sc life science. So, I clicked both when I was applying, just in case. I guess I’ll have to figure it out before making the decision between the two.
June 13th
green/black is completely opposite of red/white.
After I received the offer from McGill, I was like “why not go check if there’re any other colleges left that are still available?” I checked Cambridge and Oxford, but unfortunately, I passed the deadlines. Then I saw UCL education admission was still opened. I’ve never thought about majoring in education either. So, I went for it. I mean what if I’m going to like it, it’s a great school. UCL was weird. They sent me an email later saying that my personal statement wasn’t good enough and asked me to rewrite it. “Can it work like that???” I did what they told me and I got the offer today.
July
Everyone has graduated except me. The graduation ceremony was two months ago and I’m still sitting here for the English 12 summer class. It makes me feel REALLY special.
September 4th
Yes, I made the decision to come to McGill, B.Sc in life science btw. It’s not that I didn’t consider about UCL. London is one of the top cities I want to visit. A kingdom with such cultural heritages, the elegant British accent, the origin where so many remarkable works were born, how could I say no to it? Three reasons why I chose to stay in Canada: 1) Chenqi is at U of T (he chose it over Georgia Tech, what???) and Alex is at UBC (he said he wanted to get out of British Columbia too after staying there for 4 years. Now oops, another 4 years for him.) I’ve got companions here in Canada, even though those two are pretty far from Montreal. 2) I spent two years to adapt to Canadian life but I don’t think I’ve really experienced it to the fullest. 3) My childhood dream was always the North America.
I’m going to spend my next four years at McGill now. I’m feeling strange. The US, after all these time and effort, I didn’t make it.
December 26th
we two idiots forgot to take photos together but took a pic of the food.
Two years in Canada, now I’m finally back to China. Christmas break is usually only two weeks long, but it’s better than nothing, right? I was surprised by the changes taken place in the past two years. The WeChat pay became a new trend. The new constructions built. The takeout chain. Everything seemed so new to me.
I met up with Richard today too (yes we’re both in Beijing right now). I really missed him after the Stanford summer.
2019 (18 years old)
– the year with lots of downs
April 12th
with cafeteria as background is just 👌
Woohoo! She’s legal now! It’s the first birthday I’m having on my own without my parents. My friends brought me a bottle of wine as a birthday gift. Yes, how could we not celebrate without a glass of wine (the rez cafeteria only had those fast-food chain restaurants plastic cups tho)? I of course have had wine before but a whole bottle was too much. I was still not used to the taste of alcohol, so I only drank a little bit and let my friends to split up the rest.
May 1st
My freshmen year just ended like that. The winter semester was really tough for me. I’ve never experienced a winter like this before. I felt depressed most of the time. I didn’t do well. I didn’t know how I passed the time in that little compartment. I think I have eating disorders now. It’s so hard to get over. I’m heading back home soon, so fingers crossed, everything will get better after I’m home.
June 1st
Hey, new diary, nice to meet you! Let’s forget about the past and begin our new journey.
Plans for the Break:
Be healthy: adjust the mindsets towards food.
French: basic communication level.
Read: the booklist.
Find a job and a volunteer position.
Get ready for the next school year.
Take a great care of yourself. Look after your parents. Eat less crappy food. And make friends.
June 12th
ICONIC
I’ve arrived in Shanghai, the city he grew up. There’s always a bitter feeling accumulating inside. I miss him but that’s it. I’m not going to write a whole paragraph about something I’ve already lost. Shanghai is a beautiful, prosperous city, with the bustling vibe I love. I started working at a lab at ION, CAS two days ago. I’m ready to learn. Get excited!
July 7th
the very first gel I ran
I did the first complete lab on my own! It was a really basic lab (PCR followed by gel running) but it was something new and I’m proud of it.
I went to the Disney this Wednesday. By myself. I had a good time in the park, at the same time, I’ve done lots of thinking, friendships, self-independence, commitment, etc. I heard that there was a thing of loneliness levels and going to a theme park alone was at 8/10. I wouldn’t call it lonely, I was just alone.
July 27th
FINALLY a pic
I met up with Richard again!! This time was in Shanghai though (yes, we are INTERNATIONAL). He’s definitely looking more robust than he was last year. I have heard about UCLA’s cafeterias are one of the best in the states. By the way he looked, I’m sure that’s true.
I also met up with Joy. The last time was not too long ago when she visited me in Montreal during the spring break. She was one of my best friends back in Vancouver who always stole my food while complaining about her unpalatable sandwich.
*The rest of 2019 I wasn’t in a good shape and there were no journal entries after July 27th.
2020 (19 years old)
– the year of global pandemics, I grew up
January 1st
2020!!! 2019 was kinda miserable and a new year I’m up for some changes.
I got my first tattoo on my right forearm a couple of days ago. My 2019 was a year with complication and it was a perfect time to get it. I told my parents after and they said it looked pretty. What a relief, I thought they were going to get mad at me.
i made those prettier ones.
I made dumplings from scratch with my friend today. The best I could do was putting frozen dumplings into boiling water. My dearest friend, a Northeastern Chinese, do be different, like making the dumpling wrapper from flour? That was on a whole different level. We made tomato and egg stir-fry flavour (as a southerner, it was my first time trying this) and beef cabbage flavour. They turned out pretty good. And that’s it for today.
January 5th
I’m almost 19 and I just done my first ski trip of my life. I mean I wasn’t born in a city where it snows in winters, so it’s understandable. I can’t ski, I can’t ice skate. It might be okay back in Chongqing. But everyone else can here in Canada. So, I need to work on those two sometime in the future.
The Mont-Tremblant trip was nice. I went with a couple of friends (four McGillans, a U of Ter and a Waterlooer). I not only had many bruises on my legs, I lost my voice too due to excessive screaming. (Shoutout to my girl Rainie for not abandoning me on the cold trails and keeping an eye on me even though I was constantly crying and being dramatic.)
March 16th
The COVID-19 situation is getting worse in Montreal recently. School was shut down and everyone’s now quarantined at home. McGill is going to resume the classes online the end of this month. I have no idea how it’s going to work but it sounds pretty fun to me. The last party I went to was the one on March 6th. Thank god that I went before things start deteriorating.
April 12th
I’m 19 now. This year’s birthday is a little different. I celebrated without actually celebrating it. Obviously, there’s no going out celebration for me during this corona time.
Recently, my friends are heading back home. My heart feels quite heavy because some of them I might never be able to see again and I don’t get to meet them for one last time before they leave. Our life is a very long journey of meeting people and saying goodbyes. Always cherish the person in front of you because you’ll never know when the next get-together will be.
Please, corona, just leave us alone. I want my normal life.
May 31st
I haven’t been outside since March 12th. I’m doing my daily home workout but it’s still different from an actual gym workout. I miss my barbell squats. I miss my deadlifts. I miss the gym vibes.
My productivity has been very low lately because of a lack of motivation. I’ve been procrastinating a lot and that’s not a good thing. Better change it before it’s too late.
June 3rd
I took a break from social media, not too long, just around 3 days.
July 18th
Went to the Beaver’s Lake with my friends today. The weather was so nice. I had such a great time with them. I love my people.
August 2nd
I decided to take another social media detox starting today. It’s not that I’m going completely off. I still check messages but much less frequent. I limited my time to the max of 20 minutes per day unless there’s something really important like the frosh leader Facebook group announcements. About that, yes, I’m one of the frosh leaders this year since I missed the previous two years of frosh weeks. And this year it’s going to be online, so I technically missed another year of “normal” frosh. What a life.
August 16th
This time I took a longer time off from social media and I feel much more than the one in June. I threw back to my past and did some writings. By looking back and writing down those experiences, I got to know myself better.
What quitting social media has taught me:
It’s hard to actually go completely off. There’s no need to do it anyway because the time we’re living in is highly depended on them.
Time will assure you the quality of your friendships. Do they appreciate you for being “inactive?” If you’ve gone off for some time, do they still need you?
Catching up becomes much more meaningful when you actually need to catch up with someone.
It’s more important to form a mindset of not constantly checking messages and free from the obligated feeling for instantaneous replies.
Feelings are personal but when you post them on social media for validation, there will be different interpretations from people and they can’t be you.
Less comparison to other people based on social media in return is a gain of self-confidence and less anxieties.
August 22nd (4-year anniversary of studying in Canada)
This will be the final excerpt for this compilation. Time flies. It’s been four years since the time I arrived Canada.
When I was little, I was always wondering what it was like on the other side of the world. I thought about drilling a tunnel right through the core and getting to the USA. I wanted adventures.
Four years ago, I arrived in Vancouver, starting my high school. I went through the culture shock. I got over the lost and confusing times. I tried hard to reach things I wanted.
With four years of ups and downs, I’m still on my way to pursue dreams. If you ask me what dream is it exactly that makes me nonstop, it’s the dream to always become better, more responsible, and closer to the self-actualization.
I don’t know where I’m heading. I don’t know where I’m going to be after another four years. But the future is bright and I’m in charge.
Disclaimer: These were totally my own experiences of depression and anxiety. I’m not saying that I have had any of those as psychological disorders as described in DSM-5. Everyone’s situations are different and I don’t expect mine would be effective to cure yours. If you really have a hard time dealing with your emotions, get yourself a therapist and treat them seriously.
The purpose of this post is to learn myself better by exposing the wounds that I’ve been avoiding for a long time. The time was hard but I went through it and now I know how to get along with my mental health. I’ve changed that’s what I’m sure of.
Yes, 2019 was sad. Yes, I still occasionally get depressed and anxious. It’s a natural part of life. Remember to deal with them optimistically and never dwell on the past.
What is depression and anxiety?
➤ The DSM-5 outlines the following criterion to make a diagnosis of depression. The individual must be experiencing five or more symptoms during the same 2-week period and at least one of the symptoms should be either (1) depressed mood or (2) loss of interest or pleasure.
1) Depressed mood most of the day, nearly every day. 2) Markedly diminished interest or pleasure in all, or almost all, activities most of the day, nearly every day. 3) Significant weight loss when not dieting or weight gain, or decrease or increase in appetite nearly every day. 4) A slowing down of thought and a reduction of physical movement (observable by others, not merely subjective feelings of restlessness or being slowed down). 5) Fatigue or loss of energy nearly every day. 6) Feelings of worthlessness or excessive or inappropriate guilt nearly every day. 7) Diminished ability to think or concentrate, or indecisiveness, nearly every day. 8) Recurrent thoughts of death, recurrent suicidal ideation without a specific plan, or a suicide attempt or a specific plan for committing suicide.
➤ Generalized anxiety disorder is defined as disproportionate and persistent worry about many different things – making montage payments, doing a good job at work, returning emails, political issues, and so on – for at least six months. Individuals often have physical symptoms like fatigue, muscle tension, and sleep problems that accompany the worry.
– DSM-5 + some kaplan psych excerpts
TL; DR
people are busy today i know i know. so here u go, a lite version.
– Recognize your true emotions no matter if it’s temporary or chronic.
– Seek help. When you’re vulnerable with negative thoughts flooding, the best way is to talk about it with someone you trust.
– It is okay to be not okay. (I’m not trying to copy the title from that kdrama.)
– Getting back on track takes time, but if you have the heart, you’ll make it.
– Wash your hands and stay healthy. I love you all ❤︎
2019 – an undocumented year of escaping
I never wanted to throw back to 2019. Luckily but unluckily, there were only about 5 or 6 diary entries that year. I normally could write on and on, sometimes might be full of bullshit but I didn’t care. 2019, I couldn’t write. I opened the notebook and uncapped the pen, just hung there in midair, immobilized. I just couldn’t. The importance, perspective, and connections between events fluctuated. I was filled with complicated yet sentimental thoughts but when I actually sat down, wanting to do my utmost, as far as I could, I had nothing systematic or logical to pour out.
The question I asked myself the most during the winter 2019 was: why did you come to this place where you can’t even see the end of the winter? I kept doubting the decision I made because of some trivial factors that I regarded as important.
I wondered if it was seasonal affective disorder but I dismissed the idea immediately. What my household taught me growing up was that whenever I felt sad out of nowhere, I was looking for an excuse for escaping from a lack of motivation. I hated myself this way for being weak but this hatred not only wasn’t helping, but eventually leading to something more direful. I got no one to talk to, not even to the closest person I had at the time simply because I didn’t want to bring inconvenience to the others. I did consider about seeking help from school’s mental health services but “what’s the point? They’re only getting paid to listen to your little problems.”
From January to April, I was desperate. I couldn’t remember how I passed the semester nor could I find anything I did that was actually meaningful. My weight went down drastically during those four months; gradually, it worsened into eating disorders. I had no idea if it was a long period or a short period. Looking back on it later, it sometimes seemed as though it lasted forever, but then again it passed by in an instant.
When I was at the worst stage, gladly, school was over and I went back home. I started to pull myself together, trying to find a summer job and get myself busy. Not long after I got home, another thing hit on me, rupturing the last fragile layer I had and dragging me into a mysterious whirlpool. Under that state, I used my last bit of positivities trying to persuade both of us that the slimmest chance was still a chance. But I guess I wasn’t good at expressing words back then either. I was home for twenty days and I finally gave up on everything after twenty days straight of emotional abuse, not a single day missing.
I thought of the Just-World Hypothesis (good things happen to good people and bad things happen to bad people) and found it pretty accurate. “Maybe I really am a bad person.”
I felt relived for three days before the long-term anxiety wave landed. Two months in Shanghai was equivalent to a two-month anxiety. Not Beijing, not Shenzhen, not Chengdu, but Shanghai, the last city I would want to go at that moment. The summer was too much for me. I did an internship, I volunteered, and I travelled. Everything seemed healthy and perfect. The truth was that my heart never stopped aching and I would burst out in the middle of a walk or on a subway or a bus. But of course I didn’t. I had mascara on every day to remind myself that at least not to mess up your eye makeup too. I sometimes escaped to the fire exit on the highest floor, the quietest place in the building, sitting on the stairs and listening to the sound of escalators going up and down.
Still remember there was one time I found a girl crying on the staircase a floor or two below. I found it bitterly interesting. “I guess fire escapes are for emotional getaways during peaceful times.”
One summer of recovery, I went back to Montreal for my sophomore year. Yes, a sophomore but I was still trapped in that 17 year old me. I tried to regain my composure and it turned out looking pretty decent. People admired my positivity and self-discipline in school or just life in general. I have to be honest that I didn’t even know what I was doing myself. I went to the library every day, I worked out regularly, I sometimes went out when my friends called me out, but something was missing. Some part of my heart was unoccupied. I got so numb that all I did was repetition. I had no idea why I did all those, or what goals I wanted to achieve like a helpless swimmer who couldn’t find a scrap of wood to float my way. I was still anxious about not being productive, about not pleasing my friends, about not looking okay. It was a period of inexplicable chaos and confusion.
I avoided the whole year by denying things that actually had happened. I deleted the posts from social media and thought they would just automatically get deleted from my life too. I left the “good” ones so people really saw me having some good moments. That pressure of you-can’t-be-sad-because-people-won’t-like-it gave me an illusion that I was fine when I wasn’t. Previous year, I lost everything including my innate curiosities. I surrendered under an amorphous pressure from the reality. I let realities eaten my purest dreams up and convinced myself that reality is reality, just admit it. I stopped dreaming, I stopped caring about my future, I stopped being the girl who I used to be.
2020, I started to feel things. I started to like Montreal. I started to go back on track. Did I miss out a lot? I certainly did. I missed opportunities, I missed people’s affection, I lost myself. I had a deep fear of looking back so I chose not to at all. When people stop going back and change, they make mistakes. 2020, a year of COVID-19, I went back. 2020 is still my year just as what I was thinking on the last day of 2019. I can feel it.
It is okay to pause. Even the best train in the world needs stations to fill the fuel. Getting to know myself is never easy. It sometimes feels like I’m walking through a cavern with the slow whirl of a fog. I thought I saw the dim light ahead but when I reached there, there’s more of void. The fog is drifting uncertainly along the way, as if in search of lost memories. The transformation is beyond me sometimes, but at least I know, wherever, whenever, as long as I’m myself, I’m heading somewhere.
I fuck up. I fall behind. I fail. I’m on the way to the next problem. It is absolutely okay.
2020 – a year of changes
i swear i wasn’t planning to put this post under such an intense tone. oof can u believe that 2020 is three quarters over? all i’m feeling right now is i had a super long spring break. ive for sure changed. the 2020 lin ur looking at right now is a normal lin (yes, im using “normal” cuz depression and anxiety ARE abnormal. the abnormal psych class i took finally paid off huh?). two years at mcgill feels like a snap. can’t believe that im gonna be a junior soon. seems like i’ve got lots to catch up.
a brief to-do list for the rest of 2020
☐ books ive left behind: mr. murakami im OMW.
☐ projects ive forgotten: nih.gov do u miss me?
☐ drink some detox tea: clean the system.
☐ be grateful: the sun. the snow. the everything.
☐ make calls to the people who matter: dial and press ✆.
☐ reconnect with friends and make some more: 6ft distancing friendships sound sooo good.
☐ keep 19til29 alive: don’t abandon it like u did to ur 18.
☐ write write write: stay sane.
☐ plan for the future: not the im-gon-have-a-yogurt-bowl-tomorrow-morning kinda future.
yes, when i think of those, i get anxious. it’s more like an urge to achieve the ideal self so i’ll let that pushy feeling be there and take a deep breath before advancing. school is starting soon, such an unusual year not getting back on campus. but im very excited for this new way of learning, it’ll be a great story to tell to my grandchildren when im 91 (not that far future duh).
im so so so sorry that i didnt make any changes since the last time i posted. i was busy (*whisper* and procrastinating). ill try my best to adjust the site here and there. can’t promise anything cuz i need to leave myself some room to maneuver ya know. mercy on me doe…
It has been 19 years for me to be on the Earth now. It’s not that long but it’s kind of scary to think that I’ve already used 1/5 of my life if I can live up to 100 years old. But i guess it’s never too late to write something to myself, either to complain or to advise.
Goals: Since you’re not moving forward, you know by heart that it’s not a good sign. One of your friends asked you how you deal with peer pressure and self-doubt, and you answered: ”That’s not a big deal, just accept it because you are who you are.” Thinking back to the conversation again, that was actually the worst answer you could ever give, meaningless and full of lies. Do you still remember the night crying so hard in the corner and calling your friend back in China, claiming that you were suicidal, just because you messed up a midterm in summer school which was not even going into the transcript? You were 16 and that was the first time you had a mental breakdown because of the peer pressure. Now, when people ask you: “so u going into med eh?” and you would say: “yeah, but I’m just shooting the shot. Don’t have to get in, just to see if I’m lucky enough.” That’s where you start to give in and to leave yourself excuses for failures. The current world makes you so realistic and all those big dreams start to fade away and you start to accept the “fact.” But simply accepting is not making things any better, what you should do is, as a Stanford professor once told you: “Suck it up, this is not the end of the world. You either stay in this mellow state and be a loser or you stand up and fight back. You see where I am right now? A Stanford prof? I could never imagine this years ago.”
Friendships: The first time you witnessed a fake friendship was when you saw your roommate trying so hard to fit into her group but ended up hurting herself. You didn’t understand why she was doing all that to get into that one group particularly but you didn’t tell her that you all had the feeling that she was excluded from that group either. You felt bad for her when she was crying and you didn’t know how to comfort her so you asked:” do u wanna join our chinese gang? we could change to english for u u know.” That was another dumb suggestion you had made. When that happened to you later as your “best friend” really upset you, you finally realized that some bonding is not as strong as you think. Have to admit that there’re more and more fake friendships going on when people are turning older. Some people are just meant to only have fun with, they can’t handle the deeper version of you. When you’re weak and helpless, they’ll turn their back on you to avoid extra troubles from you. If you’re having some deep conversations, keep them to yourself because you’re the only one who can help.
Relationships: The previous one was such a perfect relationship that anyone could ever ask for even though you got hurt badly. That was the purest form of love, adoration, and mutual incentive, and your friends commented as “the goals.” People around you kept telling you that such a LDR would never work but you two made it work, at least for those two years. He shaped you and you worked hard for him by cramming 15+ classes in one year. That’s why you’re here right now, McGill, not UCL, class of 2022 instead of 2023. It did hurt when it ended but you need to be grateful for the memories and the lessons it had taught you. I mean everyone wants to love and be loved or simply just be cute together. It is okay to be single for over a year, just think about it if it could make you feel better that some people have been single throughout their life for 20 years. But the truth is that it’s just like friendships, rare and can be fragile. So be grateful and patient. I really think you should stop seeking for one before you become a better version of you. That special someone will come eventually just like Chenqi, came from nowhere and hit you hard.
Some final thoughts: Make better devisions about who you surround yourself with, what you read, and what you watch. Don’t just be an anyone, be the best among them. Learn from the failures, keep thinking optimistically and you’ll be tomorrow where your thoughts take you. If life gives you a lemon, ask for some salt and Tequila 🥃