How to Motivate Yourself to Clean Up Your Room

For the past few days (okay, I lied.) For the past week, I’ve procrastinated myself from cleaning up my room. Why? I just recently moved in from upstairs apartment to one-floor apartment with my parents. Let me tell you, it is H-A-R-D. I know myself that I should’ve cleaned up and gone through stuff to rid more things to save some space, but I didn’t. I tell myself every morning when I wake up and see all my stuff still on the floor, “Alright, Haya. You’ll need to figure where that stuff goes and start clearing the space on the floor.” I agonized myself every time when it comes to cleaning. Don’t get me wrong, I like to clean and like to be organized. The thoughts having my room minimized and look at these, it’s definitely not gonna be fast to get rid of things. And it’s the “watching tv while cleaning”‘s fault.

I’ve noticed that is happening with my parents. They had so many things they still keep from the old previous house we used to live in and all those things are in the garage. I know my dad isn’t the problem but mainly my mom. My sister and I were talking about this the other day and we definitely don’t want our parents to appear on a tv show called “Hoarders”.

On a serious note, It took me about 4 days and a half, I think. I felt I had so much stuff but by the end of the 4 days, it was mainly useless papers and books. I was so happy that I bought several cubby storage bins. And I was trying to make this room mine. I added few paintings that I did overtime up on the walls as well.

I still feel like I have too much stuff. Once in a while, I’ll see what I can get rid of and try to influence my parents into doing that. They need to!

So how do you motivate yourself into cleaning your room? Make a list. A list of what you need to do and what you want to do in cleaning. Divide that into possibly a day or for the weekend if you have no plans to go out anytime. Manage your time wisely. Make sure in between cleaning, you take your coffee/tea fix break, lunch break, and snack break. No distractions; avoid turning on your tv if you have one in your room. It. Will. Distracts. You. From. Cleaning. . .No phone unless you’re using your phone for Spotify or Pandora Music. Music Only! Imagine your layout of the room. Measure the size of your room, figure out where your things will go and think if it will fit. Minimize the ‘want’. Ask yourself this before you put things in the room, “Do I need this? Will I use it in the future? Will it benefits me?” So you don’t feel like you’re becoming like a hoarder and you don’t want to add more clutter in your room. Get a big trash bag. You’ll need it when it comes to shredding papers, plastic things, and expired products. Organize your shiet. Make a separate pile for you to see what to keep and what not to keep. It helps A LOT. I organized mails and I had a lot of mails in what not to keep pile.

I hope these tips help! It does for me and it is how I do it when it comes to cleaning my room. If you want to keep your room clean, start your day by cleaning up your bed. From there, you’ll have the motivation to do other things in the room :). Catch a glimpse of Haya later.

How Do You Show Yourself Love?

Life can get hectic sometimes. Even chaotic. How do you slow down and take the time to show yourself love? It should take at least 10 to 30 minutes of your day to indulge yourself, at least. Maybe more but it’s all up to you and how you show yourself love.

I don’t often love myself because I haven’t really truly love myself lately. I know it’s difficult for me because I’m always thinking of others than myself first. Which is bad because this is how I learned it from my parents when growing up. AND it is a bad idea if you’re just laying on the bed and playing candy crush on your phone. it’s a no-no.

Start treating yourself like you’re a queen or king. You deserve to be pampered. I don’t often treat myself like I’m a queen but I try to treat myself like I’m a princess. Like today this morning, I decided to pamper myself by doing a mud mask on me. Cause, why not? I haven’t done this to myself for a while nor doing the mud mask for a while. Do a nose peel and give your facial some love. Take a bath! A long, long bath. Get lush bath bomb while you get it and get fascinated with the colors spilling out into the water. Treat yourself once in a while (It’s also another mental note for me).

Tell yourself at least once a day of what you love about yourself. It can be one thing or two. If you have a hard time looking yourself in front of the mirror, there’s an alternative way (that’s me). What I would do, I typically tell myself like, “Thanks gad, I have such a good sense of humor. If anyone doesn’t get me, only I can get myself laugh or giggle.” I usually tell myself a few positive things daily. It gets me hype up. It may take a while to love myself wholly. It’s difficult but it’s a good place to start with if this is something you’re struggling. Little things will always make you happy even though you may not notice it. I know I do.

I don’t always reflect on myself in the past to what I am today. I am quite proud of myself to where I am right now. Sometimes reflecting on yourself ain’t always good if the past can trigger moments you don’t want to reflect on. However, it may give you a sense of proudness and optimism because you literally grew from your own experiences. Without the experiences you had before, you wouldn’t be where you are right now. Like hard-core adulting. You’ll be looking out in the streets and see a bunch middle school kids trying to start a fight for the video. You’re shaking your head like what’s in the world with the new generation (using GIF of Jacket Chan, if you know what GIF I’m talking about). So take a time of reflection and applaud yourself.

Take a day off! If you truly going through a rough patch, stay home and focus on yourself. Do what you need to do. Back in the day, I used to draw and paint to express myself emotionally. I felt that was an outlet for me and I didn’t have to express to anyone but myself. Sometimes, it is okay to vent or rant to someone else other than yourself; but it’s a good feeling when you find something, you feel like you’re connected within self. Find something that you enjoy. It can be reading or a hobby that makes you happy.

It may not work for many of you but these helpful tips are what I came up based on my own experiences. I hope these help you and if you have any other questions or tips to add for the readers, please leave the comment below! Don’t be afraid and help out the community, y’all. Anywoo, catch a glimpse of Haya later 🙂

Deaf Identity

I didn’t discover my identity until college. I thought I was normal with two hearing aids and thinking that oh! Hearing people are better than Deaf people. I guess you can say that when I was in high school, I tried to be “better” than my own Deaf peer group. I was mainstreamed since elementary (placed in hearing slash normal classes). I had speech therapy, basically from elementary to high school. In my mind, I never truly accept the term, “Deaf”. It makes me feel dehumanizing in some ways. People look at you differently, treat you differently, and speak to you differently. And I didn’t like that.

I put myself in a higher expectation than my own parent’s because I wanted to show everyone, not just my family that I can do what normal people can do. Except for one thing, I cannot hear very well. Some certain people do not understand that even though you do know how to speak, that doesn’t mean you can hear well too. Like, hello. I still need to work myself in ‘hearing’ you.

My best friend and I used to talk each other in simcom, simultaneous communication. We basically identified ourselves as Hard-of-Hearing folks because we can talk at the same time, signing. We were like the coolest people out of our own group. You know how when you were young, you just trying to figure out where you fit in this small group and then, label yourself something to make yourself looks cooler than other people. I was like that. I thought being cooler will make people like me despite that I am Deaf.

I remember going into classes, I get embarrassed that I had to sit down in front of the classes for the interpreters when I wanted to sit all the way in the back. I wanted to hide instead of just standing out and have them saying behind my back, “She’s Deaf?” “Shouldn’t she be in Special class?” It’s annoying that I need to step up my standard to show them I don’t need to be in special class or I don’t define myself based on my hearing problem. I have a lot to offer.

I used to have a lot of hearing friends back in high school. Just acknowledged them mostly. Only a few friends that I knew doesn’t look at me based on my Deafness but look at me as a human being. It’s rare because teenagers judge so much that they want to make sure they’re cool enough.

So before, I transferred to CSUN (my Alma Mater) majoring Deaf Studies. I wanted to become a teacher for the DHH someday.  This is where I actually discovered my true identity. I didn’t know much about Deaf Culture, nor Deaf Community as well. I was overwhelmed with the history, resources, and the people. Once I learned about Deaf Culture, I started to truly accept my Deafness. The Deaf part is what defined me. Having hearing aids doesn’t but to show that I am Deaf, I was proud to call myself Deaf.

I signed more than I used to before living with my parents. I got involved with a lot of Deaf events and community. It was amazing to see different people from different background, coming together and actually have something in common. Now, I educate about my culture to hearing people who may not know about Deaf people. I know there are a whole lot of Deaf communities all over the countries and it is not just one country. I embraced my Deafness with the people I socialize with and expose my boyfriend into knowing about Deaf Culture/Community.

With this passion and knowledge about Deaf Culture and my identity, it motivates me to continue my journey in becoming a teacher. I know I will have to face obstacles, but I need to tell myself that I should not give up. I am still learning. I am still learning about everything that is relevant to my identity. If a person asks me this question, “Do you regret being Deaf or being born Deaf?” I will say no. I do not regret one bit. It becomes a part of me, makes me who I am today. Whatever identity you identify yourself, don’t be afraid to tell people who you are. Don’t let people put you down where you should be ashamed. Be proud of your culture  (multi-culture) slash identity. Be proud of who you are. Stand up tall and show your pride. Embrace it!

Catch a glimpse of Haya later 🙂

Aneela

One random morning, my roommate and I were sitting in the dining area. I asked her if she would like to be the first person for me to interview. She was like “Yeah, sure.” And so this happened…

img_3539Tell me about yourself.

Wanna know about myself? 

Yes.

You know about myself.

Well, the point of this interview is the people who are reading this blog will like to know about yourself.

Okay…I grew up in San Diego. Where my family from is from Iraq. I forgot to say that I was born and raised in SD. I was born with a lot of complications and survived through multiple surgeries. I was mainstreamed throughout the school. I was bullied because I am Deaf. I bear through it even though I don’t complain about it. I love my family but I don’t get along with them due to communication. A few of my friends and mentors encouraged me to go to school which is CSUN and yeah, there you go! WAIT, go back. First move in with roommates. My first roommate moving after 29 years living with family. I got so lucky that I have amazing roommates AND I heard rumors that you guys are bad roommates But only me, I got lucky. Then after that two years, I got a BA.

What ethnicity are you?

American-Chaldean.

Describe yourself with 3 words.

Faith. Hope. Love

Woman, that is a quote.

HAHA! (walks away to the kitchen) Woman.

What is your pet peeves?

(Laughs). Nothing.

Are you sure?

Yes

Woman, what you don’t like or see in front of you.

Nothing. (facepalm). Because I know you have certain things you don’t like, but okay.

Who is your role model, and why? Someone you look up to.

Still thinking, I don’t know (eating her toast in front of me…Looking at Lance.)

Vadja. Why? He is my teacher from high school. He is also my mentor. What he did for his children and how he raises them. I look at him like wow! I want to do similar things like him. And plus he is Deaf. He teaches for 35 years. He is also the reason why I go to CSUN.

What’s the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten?

Hot sauce. No, I’m kidding. Jalapeño. I like hot Cheetos. One time, I ate chicken wings but the sauce itself was the spiciest I ever have eaten and vowed myself not to eat them again. It’s like OOO! Another one is curry. 

How do you judge a person?

I don’t judge people. Unless in my culture, we do judge people with their makeups like if they put WAAAY too many makeups or did not fit with their skin tone color. That it.

What’s the most annoying noise?

The sirens in general and cockroaches. One time, I asked my mom what is that noise? She asked what noise? That ticking or ee-ing thing. Mom said oh, that’s cockroaches. You can hear that?! She said, yeah! I can hear that. It’s gross. Mom asked, can you hear them overnight? She said, no thank god. I took off my hearing aids when I sleep.

What food do you crave most often?

Obviously, sushi.

What is your sign?

Virgo. You know. VIRGO! (fist in the air)

But people don’t know that. 

What are you currently worried about?

About my recent surgery and my health.

If someone narrated your life, who would you want to be the narrator?

Points at me. (I laugh then a straight face). HAHA.

At this point, I ran out of questions and time. I had to get ready for work. Let me know who you want me to interview and I can try my best to interview that person in person or possibly in face time. So far, I am liking how this interview turns out when I added the action and expression in it. It shows her personality and the vibe of the interview, hahaha. Anyways, catch a glimpse of Haya later!

Thoughts of Moving Out

Inside the world of my thoughts.

“Shiet.”

“Think positive. Everything will be alright.”

“I’m moving out for some good reasons: saving money, helping out my parents, focusing more on what I need to do for myself.”

“Eh, it’s not a bad idea.”

“Eh, maybe it is. At some point, I’ll suffocate.”

“AHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhahahhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“What about my freedom/my independence?”

“I’m going to miss driving everywhere every time I’m craving for food.”

Looking around the living room and see Lance in his own little world on the floor.

Awh, I’m going to miss Lance and his weirdness. Look at his long legs!”

“I’m going to miss this huge space. Coz’ I know it’ll be small when I move in back home.”

Fake crying on that thought.

“What about my work? Gotta think about the miles and hours.”

“At least, I got some excuse to stay longer or sleepover.” “Pothativeth thinkink.”

“Meh, at least I only work in the afternoon every day. Should be fine.”

“Well, during night time…Probably going wait until the traffic wind down.”

“I think I have a lot of things to bring.”

“My parents need to get rid of a lot of things before I bring them down there.”

“I need to donate most of my clothes. I don’t even wear half of my closet.”

I started making a list of what to do.

“I need to reserve a u-haul. I need to ask my boss for a request day off.”

“I need to start saving more money instead of buying food…Should I get acai bowl, though? That sounds actually pretty good right now…”

“I need to start organizing my shit especially things that I don’t even use at all.”

“I need to remind my roommates about the day I’ll be moving out.”

“Mama needs to get rid of her scrubs or send it to the Philippines.”

“I need to get my shiet and life together.”

I got distracted.

“What should I eat before work?”

“I want spam and egg with rice…”

“Why I have so many books in the storage?”

“Should I stop by Targets?”

“I need to finish this level on Genies & Gems game.”

“I honestly don’t think I have a lot of things from here…Seriously…Maybe…”

Burp.

“Excuse me.”

Stay tuned for a glimpse of Haya 🙂

 

 

 

 

How Do I Describe Myself…

Using 5 words.

It is hard to describe myself using 5 adjectives. My friends can describe me better than I can. I’m sitting down on a lofty chair at a cafe in NoHo, thinking and googling words that I actually think it fits me. You’re probably thinking, “Oh wow, very fancy setting.” No, I just happened to be there and thought, “Why not, since I’m here at a hipster cafe and it makes me wanna blog. HA!” Anywoo, I did come up with 5 words that describe me. Those who know me, correct me if I’m wrong after reading this (not mid-correcting while reading). So, here we go!IMG_3138

  1. Down-to-Earth. Although I may seem shy or quiet (which I actually am), it will take some time for me to really open up to a person. Once I open up, I keep it real. With no pretentious about me, I’ll tell you my honest opinion on whatever topics. I’m always down to try something new such as trying new food place (@authenticlocalfoodie, follow me on other Instagram if you haven’t). I am a simple person who likes everything to go smoothly.
  2. Diligent. I have very good eyes, even though I wear glasses. I still tend things with care. I always make sure I finish my tasks before anything. My parents taught me at an early age that I should be polite always. Making myself to stand out and say, “Hello, good morning,” “Thank you,”Please,” and etc. With that in mind, I do it all the time and even at my work, I make sure everything is organized and in place. If I was running late, I make sure I remind myself to finish the rest the next following day. Sometimes, when I see things that are not done, I’ll do it to get over it as well because of it just me and how I feel.
  3. Amusing. Most people think I’m funnier when I’m not saying anything intentionally, even when I didn’t think it was funny. I can be witty sometimes and sarcastic when it’s the right time. I like to make sure everyone include myself, having fun throughout the day. Sometimes, I can say a small joke to lighten up the mood. Honestly, laughter is the best medicine. For most people who know me, they couldn’t stay mad when I get mad at them for something. They said that they cannot be serious with me when I’m really trying to be serious with them about something. I honestly don’t know why or what’s wrong with them. It got to do with their mental state of mind, (probably watching too much of impractical jokers).
  4. Amiable. People might think that I am a judgemental person but I’m actually not, really. I can be judgemental when it’s necessary. For example, if someone trying to take advantage of my friends, I’ll tell them like it is. I’m a warm person and friendly once you get to know me. I treat my friends as if they were my family. I like to socialize with people who I know and having a good time catching up with them. Most of the times, I am a very good listener because I prefer them talking instead of me talking. I don’t make sense when I’m trying to explain things in person. You know, when you try to explain to someone and it makes sense in your head, however the person in front of you doesn’t. You tried your best to like hack the sentences in basic format, a better explanation but they still don’t get it…I get that a lot. Like A LOT. (all the time).
  5. Visionary.  I’m a very creative person with a huge imagination. I like to do things hands-on. I tend to look in the future to see what’s the outcomes and how to plan it accordingly. Another thing is that I believe that I give good advice. I give good advice that I would give myself pieces of advice as well. I try my best to help others to improve their life better. I always find a solution for them and try to encourage them to follow-up with it.

And…There it is! That wasn’t so hard. I think I’m a likable person. Not so shabby at all. We’ll see what my friends have to say about this post, hahaha. Well, catch a glimpse of Haya later and have a wonderful Monday!

Why the Charm?

As you all know my name is Haya. My mom gave me Haya Charm or Hayacharm (depending on my birth certificate). “Supposedly,” the Charm was supposed to be a nickname. I honestly thought don’t know but, I need to clarify with my parents with my first name… But no one calls me Charm nor Hayacharm. Let tell you a short story of how I got my name.

When I was in middle school, I believe. One of my teachers decided to do an activity where we use the computer and we have to find the meaning of our name. At the time, I already knew my name was unique and I hated my name. I thought I wouldn’t find the meaning behind my name and I was surprised that I did found some. After school, I went home and I approached my mom. I asked her, “Ma, why do you named me Haya Charm?” My mom tells me this story.

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“I went to work abroad. That time, I was working in Japan…(I don’t remember some.) However, a man who approached me and started a conversation with me. The man said to me, “You should name your future daughter, Haya.” So, I named you Haya with Charm because my nickname is Lucky. Everyone calls me Lucky. So, your name is Haya Charm. “

I looked at her in awe. Like, thinking to myself, “Why did she take the man’s advice?”  or “But why, Haya?” So, that’s the reason why my name is given. What an interesting story.

But now, I grew with my name. I grew to love my name. I know it is unique and it is me. I know there isn’t no one else like me. If you have a unique name, learn to love it. You can ask your parents about why you got your name and maybe they have a story behind while picking your name. However, I know my name suits me because who else will call me Haya? Well, find out through your parents and see, if you’re curious about your name.

Catch a glimpse of Haya later 🙂