Days of My Life

This is my 400th blog post! And it will soon be my blog's third birthday, if I remember correctly. But that can wait a few weeks. I have so many plans for August, and so many events have occurred in the past few days that I can't help but think that August has already begun, when in fact, it begins tomorrow. Yesterday was such a good day, quite possibly the best single day I've had in a while. I woke up with the intention to go do my blood test until I realized I didn't have my medical insurance card. Then I loitered around downstairs until N came to get me so we could go yum cha at the usual place. For some reason, they didn't have shiu mai, but the ha cheng (rough translation) was splendid. Afterward, we bought a large peach green tea (yum) from the usual drink place, then went home and loitered around there. I got back around 5:20, when A still hadn't arrived yet. Finally, she arrived, as did my A relatives, haha. T and I made plans to go running, and then sa

I got your back boy We were high We were low but I promise I will never let you go said I got I got I got I got your back boy I got I got I got I got your back boy (I know you got my back right) keep my swagger keep it looking good for ya keep it looking hood for ya shawty if you don't know I got I got I got I got your back boy "I buy expensive suits. They just look cheap on me." -Warren Buffet Work today was unbelievably tiresome and tedious. From 9:45 until 4:00, all I did was sort through box office paperwork from the weekend, including Friday, because nobody is in the office on the weekends and nobody else would go and do that stupid stuff for the office manager because nobody is as nice and passive as I am! Hmph. I told myself to take it slowly, too, so I wouldn't be assigned even more tasks, but then I finished with an hour left... But I must admit that I spent a good amount of that time just chatting on AIM and walking to and from the cubicle. And it was cold!

ROCK retreat was splendid. I am immensely glad that I decided to attend after all. Maybe I should just go against my initial decisions from now on, seeing as how this one and all previous ones turned out quite well in this manner. I miss it already. It was so different from last year's and so much better, not that last year's was not good. Even though we didn't have foosball or pool or air hockey or anything, we made the best of what we had: Scrabble, Monopoly, Apples to Apples, mah jong kit, and each other! And, of course, God. So here's my not-so-brief rehash of one my wonderful weekend. On Friday, I arrived at church with an unbelievably bloated, pained stomach for no reason at all! I took two Tylenol pills and started feeling a bit better about two hours later. As for the departure bus... Well, there was none because there was a misunderstanding regarding it. But that turned out for the better, because we got to ride in counselors' cars in smaller groups and bon

It's that time of year again. ROCK retreat: departing today at 2:00 p.m. and returning on Sunday afternoon. I hope it's good and I hope we will all be safe and have fun. This year is so different from last year, though. Last year was my first time going away from home for more than half a day at a time, and my mother was so overly anxious about everything, lecturing me time and again and trying to persuade me to change my mind. Finally, she let me go, but she called numerous times a day to check up on me. Now, it's as simple as, "Make sure you pack enough clothes and a jacket in case it gets cold." From both of my parents. Ironically, though, I didn't even really want to go this year, but I am going anyway. Consider this my weekend vacation, haha. But my point is, I appreciate that my parents have begun to trust me more and have been more okay with me staying out for longer periods of time. Certainly, they will always be overprotective, but like I have always

In polar contrast to yesterday and the day before, today was a good day. I awoke sans headache and made sure I got up slowly to avoid head rush. Although everybody was mad at one point, it got better. Today, I went to yum cha at Ocean Star, then to get strawberry snow bubble with small boba (love the alliteration) from Tapioca Express, then to watch "Despicable Me" in 3D at the Edwards Renaissance Theater. Finally, to get my dose of ice cream at Rite-Aid. Although it was expensive, it was a good day. I got home around four-thirty and put on my new Nike running shoes (bought a few months ago, really), feeling determined to exercise. I ran one mile in nine minutes, then walked half a mile in six. Afterward, I helped to move a bed, which made me sweat more than running did. An hour later, I helped to wash both of my parents' cars, which sort of cooled me down. So I got a lot of exercise today, I think, and now I am so sore. At the church gym yesterday, I learned how to shoot

I'm crying. Somebody help me.

It's so darn hot. I feel useless. But at least I feel physically better than yesterday. Thanks, T, for the tips and talk. They helped tremendously. Work today was painful for my feet because I wore uncomfortable shoes. Never again with those shoes! Ugh. But I'm glad that I have my normal schedule back--with Thursdays and Sundays. And I get a two-fer: office Monday through Thursday and galleries Sunday. For the next two weeks, anyway. I hope tomorrow will be a good day off, because I know I need it.

I now have a nutritionist! Kind of, but not really. I'm getting meal contents suggestions that sound so healthy--just the remedy I need. For the past three weeks, I have been feeling utterly and disgustingly unhealthy, and I haven't done anything to solve that. But I think I'm going to start bringing fruit for lunch at work from now on. At least, for the majority of my work days, which now start at nine and end at 4:30 or five. I'll have to speak with a manager about Sundays and whatnot. This scheduling conflict is really too conflicting for me to even bother to want to deal with. I enjoy taking things slowly and singly sometimes, you know. Back to my recent health issues... I should go do my blood test sometime this week, too. I believe I'm about a month overdue for it. Also, I need to resume my exercise/ running routine; I'm gaining the summer weight. And I need to eat healthily and sleep healthily and live healthily. These daily hourly headaches are really ge

Nothing is particularly funny at the moment, really. I'm so exhausted from sleeping at 12:30 every night and waking up at 8:25 every morning, then standing all day at work. I can feel my immune system draining out of strength, so I plan/ hope to sleep by ten tonight. Today at work, I was stationed at the donation box, for a change, and I said the same things all day. But my throat started hurting by eleven, an hour into my seven and a half hour work day. Wonderful, huh? I should bring FOUR bottles of water the next time I think I'm going to be stationed there. I hope my health isn't in detriment. :(

Today, I bought a happy meal for my 2:45 lunch: cheeseburger, small fries, soft drink--total of $3.35 with the 10% employee discount. While I was eating my meal in not so much happiness as hurry, it occurred to me that I paid more for the toy I am inevitably going to toss away without even a second thought than for the food itself. I could have easily gotten a McDouble or McChicken for $1.00 and a small soft drink for $1.09 since I didn't want the fries anyway. Upon that realization of cost imbalance, I decided to keep the toy just for its measly value, even after I spilled some soda on its wrapping. Then I waited to clock back in at 3:15. That wait made 3:14 seem to take forever to pass. An hour and a half later, I talked with the volunteer just because the crowd was fading and it was approaching closing time. Oh, and because she was standing right in front of me. We touched on lunch, and I told her what I had gotten. Then I told her, "You know, if only we were young, carefre

Today, I spent a good number of hours reading the blog of a girl my mother used to always tell me to learn from and become more like. If I had turned out like her, my mother would not be satisfied right now, to put it lightly. It just goes to show how good people change to bad, bad to good. But even so, there's still some good in each person. I'm now watching "CSI: NY" with S and D. Then I will get ready for bed because I have work until 2:45 tomorrow. Good night!

Freaking LeBron... Well, all that should be said about him has already been said. Hopefully, in time he will learn and he will overcome his egotism. An NBA championship for the Cleveland Cavaliers WITHOUT him has been guaranteed, though. We shall see, we shall see. He is still young and he has a lot to learn, even though he probably doesn't realize that. On a brighter note, I had a good Thursday off from work. Hypoglycemia woke me up and prevented me from falling back asleep yet again, so I got up at 10:22, after about half an hour of trying to fight it. I watched two or three episodes of "Days of Our Lives", then went out to lunch with P in Little Tokyo, at a small restaurant called Sushi & Teri, I believe. Although the food wasn't good, the time we spent together was, so that was a good afternoon and some good Yogurtland dessert. Yogurtland has a new flavor! At least, it's new to me because I hadn't ever seen it before: juicy peach tart...yum! But I beli

I remember years ago Someone told me I should take Caution when it comes to love I did, I did... This is such a good song. I can closely relate to these lyrics. Although it seems that I used to simply, haphazardly, and/or carelessly begin to like people, I took caution whenever it came to getting close to them, no matter who each person was. I never wanted to talk too much to get too close because I was never willing to give away a piece of myself to somebody who I knew wouldn't be permanent. I was afraid. Sometimes these days, I catch myself doing the same thing. But I go through that entire process considerably less often nowadays because my perspective has altered a bit over the past two years or so. I'm sure you've heard at least one person say that there are two sides to everything. Well, yes, one of my philosophies of life is that there are two or more sides to everything. So the other side of my perspective on the topic is to have faith. While I take caution in knowi

I wish people would do better jobs of and put more effort into keeping the promises that they make. Maybe some people don't care about promises, but I'm certainly not one of those people. If you promise me something and you end up not committing to it, I am not a happy camper, because essentially, you have lied to me. Unless you have tried your hardest to keep said promise, there's no good reason why you should back out on your word. Word. That's important to me, not because I'm an English major, but because I believe communication is the most imperative aspect to any relationship. Word equals communication, communication equals importance, word equals importance. Exchange promise for word and there you have it. Although I deem such weighty significance to a promise, I will admit that I used to always tell myself, "A promise is meant to be made and meant to be broken." In other words, promises mean nothing. For a while now, though, I have questioned that.