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| Gave me the teary eyes. Joe McNally wrote this as an answer to that conversation that has been in my head. The road ahead is so exciting yet so scary. Thanks McNally for the assurance that doubts are ok, and that doubts are going to stay with me my whole life. I saw a QT ad on my way to work, it's a picture of a fresh-out-of-the-oven cinnamon bun, and it said, "Life is too short for oatmeal." What a revelation!
And if life is too short for oatmeal, it sure is too short for whatever this is that I'm doing...... Put life in gear, dears! | | |
| Counting down till I FINALLY get to turn a new page. Four years and a month working nites is a bit too much. My pores are bigger, and my under-eye bags bigger as well... Time to take care of me-self~
So eight more shifts to go! Ah! Can't wait~
So what's next? Starbucks! YAY!! I want to be a barista. But what about bills? Do baristas make a living ok? That's just a thought~ I am also considering to work as a traveling MT. And do something photography related on the side (like going to galleries... haaa.) What about London? I'd like to live there for a little bit too. mmm......all these possibilities.
Found out yesterday that David Hasselhoff was actually invited to perform at the celebration party at the Berlin Wall 20 years ago after it came down. That was the biggest shocking p.o.i. (piece of info) I learnt this week. I actually might start to look at him differently now. Heee... I always wonder if he was German, given the obvious last name. I still can't stand him, even though I like all things German (except the genocide of course, and the war, and that psycho guy with the mustache).
p.s. I am caffienated when I write this. Which means I am very hyper and not organized. Other ppl get here with alcohol and drugs, but caffeine works just as great for me~~!!!!! AHHH!!!!!!!!! (my eyes are WIDE open, and sitting unsteadily/jittery in front of Kev's computer) Peace out!
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| With the support from Candace and Eusa, I decided I'd start writing. These two are avid readers, their opinions probably mean something, right? They are right, I gotta start somewhere. Who cares no one cares to read about my life?
--- Jeopardy ---
I daydreamed about making fast money all the time. Lotto is a stable. No, only when the jackpot pushes $100m.
Candace and I try to come up with ideas to impress Oprah now and then.
I also think about creating a TV show that follows the clinical lab peoples, what are they called again? OOOO, Medical Technologists!!! So far nothing seems promising yet.
I must admit that the most likely way to get to my fast money is TV game shows. I've been wanting to get on Deal or No Deal since it came on years ago. It is the only show that doesn't require me to be knowledgeable, just need to be lucky. And I've been a pretty lucky girl all my life. So yea? Yea!!!
But what would make my parents proud? Jeopardy! That's hard-earned money, folks! It's mentally and physically demanding. I suspect that button is pretty darn hard to press. I've been watching the show whenever I can and pressing an imaginary button when I know the answers. I know maybe five answers on a regular episode. But I'm working up to it. Some day, some day, yall would see me on the show!!
Time for some Alex Trebek!
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| Haven't written anything with substance in a long long time.
I am settling in the role as a wife. A household is a lot to handle for a 25 y.o. girl like me. All of a sudden, shirley che has a bunch of responsibilities on her shoulders, like a real adult. She has to learn to drop her naivety and learn how to live. The dentist is not gonna call me to initiate a checkup, not the PCP either; the lawn does not wait for me to get ready to begin withering, and the spiders don't wait for me to call on them; the insurance company does not talk to my doctor and dentist to fix the numbers, and IRS does not give me a straight-up balance. There's not a maintenance guy that I can call to fix everything, but there's always a list of things for me to fix.
These days, hanging out with friends takes much planning ahead. O, how much I missed when I could see everyone I wanted to see in class everyday; how much I missed living just one story down from my friends.
While I am thrilled to be with the love of my life everyday, I am saddened by the thought that all these other people that ever come into my life have since moved on, and my absence has not affected them a bit. Sooner or later, if not yet, I'd be forgotten. I am not a person that lets go. But people let go of me. As I'm busy scheduling the plumber, the house warranty guy, the lawn people, etc, into my calendar, my life slips by......
In less than a month, I'll be at a new job. These people that I have worked with for the past 3-n-1/2 years will move on. The lab will not collapse, the world does not end. We are all so replaceable. | | |
| "Obama killed Kutner"
*teary eye* | | |
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