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Sunday, 25 October 2009

i might have gotten the swine flu... but i feel like anything could be it now that the entire nation is paranoid about this strain that is actually pretty much "the flu", minus the fact that there's a swine in front of it and maybe a couple of extra genetic variations....but aren't flu's always changing anyway? whatevers...

i haven't shown all symptoms of them that are listed on wikipedia... but i suppose when halloween hits and i still have it and my costume still hasn't shipped all the way from china, i'll just dawn on my lab mask, glue on a piggy snout and call it a day. ha..ha...

Anyway... so my mom has discovered my youtube page... along with 209482304 of her friends... so i figured since it's all out of the bag, there's no use trying to hide this anymore. funnier thing was, she wanted me to help her make her a youtube account during thanksgiving break so that she can sing on it too. LOL... oh mother!

Thursday, 22 October 2009

Farewell...

My great grandma left this world yesterday at an old age of at least 90. I really can't remember how old she actually was, and i think i should know, but she most definitely lived out her life, and hopefully, with few regrets. I left America when i was 5, so most of the memories i have of her were from then, when my entire world was still murky...

I remember vividly the times when she would come over to spend a few nights with us when i was still in china. What would strike me as most interesting at that young age would be her false teeth. I remember every night after eating dinner, she'd take out her false teeth to clean in a clear glass cup, and i would think it so funny that she could talk without teeth, albeit making it hard for others to understand. I went to visit her 3 times since 2001, each time i could see her gradual aging. The first time, she was well aware of her surroundings, the date, and what she had been doing. Essentially, she looked happy and just having a chill time hanging out with her nursing home friends. The second time i saw her was in 2005. She looked more frail, but she was still doing well, always happy to see us, and had a clearer mind than anyone. The third and last time i saw her was half a year ago, 2009. She was completely bedridden and confused, she hardly remembered my mom, and barely acknowledged me even being there because well, frankly, i no longer look like the little 3, 4, 5 year old yunlu i was. But what struck me was that though she couldn't remember who we were, what year it was, or how to take care of herself anymore, (a state many would feel frustrated, frightened and frantic in) she was still so poised, so polite and so generous and kind, offering fruits, and whatever food she still thought she had lying around.

My mom says that a person's true colors are shown when they are sick and helpless, when they feel that they have the right to scream, cry and demand for attention because their lives are on the line. I've seen my great grandmother's true colors.... and they were beautiful. May she rest in peace.

Saturday, 19 September 2009

yea... 2.1 shots is more than enough to celebrate for my 21st....
at least 10 friends will be needed to finish 1 shot each to make up for the rest that i can't finish due to my shitty tolerance... >__<, but heyyy, that just means i love my friends and i most definitely need them for everything in my life.

I finally went OUT to party for the first time this semester as part of a large group ...getting completely trashed didn't take too long...my pitiful little frame only took 1 red cup of jungle juice, 2 smirnoff shots and 1/8th of a yuengling before my fingers got tingly and i started puking.... you'd think after 3 years of college, you'd have this shit all figured out right? ...bah pharmacy. you leave me no time for such worldly and intensive training!!

Anyway... that was slightly reminiscent of that one time i went to AZO all alone as a naive, scared and stupid little freshmen the first week of college.... only now i'm supposed to be more experienced, older and wiser......

Here's an experience point: dunking face into a garbage bag with everyone around you is slightly embarrassing and very much painful when sitting on the ground all scrunched up. It makes the puke difficult to get out.... Standing up and puking, or allowing your stomache muscles to actually have sufficient room to churn as you puke is a lot more successful and certainly a lot more comfortable in the end.

Experience duly noted. again.

and yes, i woke up at 7:00 am today thanks to the wonderful habits pharmacy has forced upon me. otherwise i'd be waking up at 1 pm to a massive hangover and filling the criteria of what one normal person does after getting wasted. Instead.... i'm kinda hungry and i don't know what i can make out of the measly supplies i have in my fridge this morning... and i'm contemplating on where i should study for the rest of the day today...... Good day!

Friday, 14 August 2009

The Rod and the Staff

Have you ever driven at 3 am in the morning alone in your car with a huge thick fog hovering over you that turns the outside of your windows into thick beads of water that can't be fixed with anything but windsheilds while you snake through a single laned, pitch black road in the woods with not a single car or life form in sight?

It's like waking up to an the beginning of "28 days later" when all humanity just vanishes and you're the only one in existence. It's really eerie....all you see in front of you is a circular golden glow about 5 feet in front of you as the rest of the world passes by unnoticeably in the form of a sea of pitch black darkness. And to add to that effect, you can see the steam or evaporation rising up from the roads like misty apparitions when your car headlights shine upon them... it just makes the loneliness and emptiness and the fact that anything could pop out at you from the woods THAT much more plausible and daunting....

I seriously thought that i couldn't drive on anymore in more than one instance and had to literally stop at the side of the dark empty road when the fog got really bad and my windshield window became a permanent sheet of frosted glass. I tried turning on the headlights... but that meant seeing more misty serpentine apparitions reflected back at you than seeing the road ahead... which just made the whole situation a lot worse.

That was probably one of the most helpless, most nerve wracking drives i've ever embarked on. When i got out of my car, i realized that my neck was starting to sore from the strain of trying to see and my hands had actually grasped onto the wheel til my knuckles turned white because when i let go, there was a almost a slight tingle to my fingers...

i'm so grateful that i got home safe. The whole way home I prayed like i was literally walking (or driving) down through the valley of the shadow of death.... and when you find yourself in that situation when all around you is complete darkness except for a circle of golden light 5 feet in front of you, you REALLY get in tune with just HOW MUCH you rely on God and how much hope He can give you through his guidance and love simply through prayer. I'm sorry for the rant, but just i had to share. I felt like I was given a life line when i prayed because the response was so immediate and strong. Within 2 minutes of the prayers, the fog started lifting....all i can say is that it was amazing.

"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me." -Psalm 23:4

Monday, 27 July 2009

NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!

How many times have i been called to climb up and down the attic to install, uninstall and reinstall the radon pump?

i dunno... but enough for me to recall stories from it...
So for the 59458th time this summer, my mom had to send me up to the attic to reinstall the radon pump that i had to take off a month ago because she thought it was making funny noises. So by now, aside from the ever growing familiarity of the entire procedure of installing/uninstalling the machine, my body has also grown to recognize pathogenic things floating around in the attic, such as little shreds of fiber glass cottony insulation and dust mixed with hot humid air.... sounds like a recipe for longevity, doesn't it? *cough hack hack*. i mean... no possibility of cancer here!

...so now i've been coughing and feeling this wierd itch in my throat, despite the fact that there really isn't anything to cough out. lol... on top of that, when i turned to climb back down the ceiling hole, i saw a humongous wasp that found its way in and was guarding the exit....

...normally i'm not afraid of lil bumblebees because they really only come out to pick flowers on pretty summer days and won't harm you unless you beat the shit out of them first. ...but wasps... they're a whole different story. wasps of an enormous size are not known for their dainty temperaments...so that prolonged my stay up in the cancer causing atmosphere of my attic.... scared the shit out of me. i ddin't move a muscle cuz it was staring at me square in the eyes.....so i did what any independent, self fending 20 year old would do. i closed my eyes, hoped for the best and called for my mom..

and then rushed in my mother, in a kind of Mrs. Weasley's "NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!" kind of way...
she trumps up the ladder with these thick chemical gloves and this HUGE ASS wad of toilet paper 30 squares thick and sniped that wasp before it knew what hit him, clean off the door frame without any hesitation. it was epic. that's all i can say to that one...i've never seen anyone swipe a wasp with such a high level of agility, accuracy and viciousness... it almost makes me wonder if she's been lying to me all these years about not being a ninja...

anyway...wasp swipe FTW!