i like having the whole office to myself. one day, i'll have my own office, with a window that has a panoramic view of either a city skyline or mountains. (hm, a sandy beach won't be too bad either.) right now, i can dance, sing, tap my foot off-beat and bob my head like a rocker-wannabe and no one can see me, unless an insane skydiver decides to take a dive over the city of baltimore and peeks into my window.
technically i should not be writing, but dude, aren't you proud of me? it's been almost a week! :D i had SO many stories to tell but alas, they all lost their moments. timing is everything.
to certain people that i owe emails: my replies are on their way. the electronic mailman near my neighborhood has been slacking off lately. tsk tsk tsk...
have a good weekend everyone. i was going to post a friday five but i got interrupted in the middle of it. oh well... i liked this week's questions. maybe i'll answer them later.
i know i've said this many times, but i think alistair begg is the bomb. (fine, the one who uses him is the bomb:P) his msg was my motivator to get my act together and that i shall. and i will postpone any postings here until i do so. so pray for me that i can start blogging again! :D just wait until i finally get a full-fledged homepage....
for the locals, come out to the korean festival at the inner harbor. i'll be there with a bunch of high schoolers tomorrow. should be fun. bye bye!
silly people... that line wasn't a pick-up line for me! i thought of it a few days ago but wasn't sure whether i was recalling it from a movie or something that i had read. but the more i think of it, it's my original line, heavily influenced by korean proverbs that my mom repeatedly used when i was young. there's a proverb that goes something like "much dust can amass into a big mountain" or something more eloquently translated to teach frugality.
yup, girls can say romantic things too... but i think we expect to hear them than actually say them to someone. or is it vice-versa? :T but in any case, it's mine now. :) don't you use it as a pick-up line; i would be very insulted! back to work. (btw, my one-on-one session with the typewriter didn't go well last night. *sigh* )
i feel it. i smell it. fall is on its way. (hurry...!)
i love driving with my windows all the way down in cool crisp air. love the wind that tangles my hair (now much shorter;), that brushes against my cheeks and makes me squint my eyes. i also loved sticking my hand out the sunroof, despite what my sister says about it, but i no longer do it in fear of killing another bug like i did a few weeks ago. an unidentifiable creature flew right into my palm. smashed. yes, my thoughts exactly. what was that bug thinking? did it not see my hand coming --mph? goodness. i'm just glad it wasn't a bird.
anyways, it's going to be a long night for me. just me and my typewriter. wish us luck.
there's nothing like having a fabulicious cake at 10:30pm, defying all the rules that girls should live by :D it's okay, because calories don't count on birthdays... okay, 'nuff of birthday talk. truly thankful and blessed.
(i don't know why pictures look so dark when i transfer them on the web :T oh well, i tried to brighten it as much as possible to show some color, but it only makes me look pale enough to reflect the candle light! now i was going to don my new blue teeshirt but i knew it wouldn't show ;) perfect timing, my friend. )
waiting for my boss to come in and touch-base with me. it's such a business-like phrase to me, the word "touch-base", that my stomach flips and turns everytime someone wants to touch-base with me. why can't my boss say, "girl, let's have a get-together!" :)
sipping coke out of a straw is really hard right now. it keeps popping out of the bottle and makes me pop it back in every 3 seconds. *pushing straw in* i feel like i'm playing a game with the straw *pushing straw in* and it's winning.
*pushing straw in*
my day so far : (although it seems like the celebration was yesterday)
woke up thinking that it was 4:30 but it really was 6:30.
checked email, many warm wishes and ecards, and felt loved... and sad.
drove to work thinking, man why is my bday on a monday? can't i get any other day just for this year?
piles of work pulled out from various file cabinet. decided to enlighten the tad-bit stressed out mood with some music.
unfornately i didn't have a CD so logged onto launch.com. first song i hear on the radio : "goodbye to you." a song that epitomizes melancholy, if you ask me.
as i engross myself to work, i sense a few people approaching me from the back. soon presented with a box of godiva.
now i have to be happy. i have no choice ... :P
anyways, just wanted to say thank-you.
highlight of today: Watermark concert.
funny thing is i didn't want to go in the beginning. my friend and i were running late from dinner and i was so exhausted from tailgating a reckless driver i.e. my friend in the southern part of maryland. so we just wanted to drop by and say hi to a few friends i haven't seen in awhile at the end of the concert, but thankfully, the concert just began its second part when we arrived. thankful, because i was so blessed by their songs, what they were doing, and who they were.
they are the perfect example of my constructive interference theory. i guess no one will understand what i'm talking about but that's okay. it's 1:30am and i'm tired...
technically this is my last day as a 22-yr old. my goal was to finish all the secondaries before i move on to the 23rd year of my life, but alas, that seems very improbable now. i mean, maybe i can if i'm super productive. but as it is, it's the Lord's Day, it's a day of rest. it's always hard when two things of good reasoning and intentions conflict with each other;) i have a bible study to prepare right now. very bad teacher i am. i will improve next time.
i realized that what people see here is more light-hearted than what goes on behind the scene. but it should be like that, no?
my weekend starts now. no more work (at least work-related:)
happy weekend everyone. i finally met the other amy who still goes to the college i went to. she tells me she's gotten a few emails for me over the years. i wonder what happened to all of them.... deleted? what if they were mega-important?
Friday Five
1. What was/is your favorite subject in school? Why?
hm. hm. hm. what classes were there? english, math, history/ social studies, sciences, french, band/wind ensemble... definitely not math. i didn't like history back then, but i think i appreciate it more now. i enjoyed english especially towards the end of high school (v, if you are reading this, *wink* kudos to cliff's notes and our ability to write up commentaries during recess ;). okay, i think i enjoyed wind ensemble the most, even if it wasn't part of the core curriculum :P
2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?
heh. i was not a very appreciative student since i can't think of my favorite teacher :D
oh oh oh, i remember. i really liked Mr. Magill from US History in 10th grade. He was such a funny guy who grew up in Idaho and made fun of the texans in class. (during those times, big oil companies were investing a lot in indonesia.)
3. What is your favorite memory of school?
hanging out with friends at the hut during recess (we had 20 min breaks between classes in h/s), taking notes in 10 different colors. faxing each other labs, homework, and other could-be-helpful materials into the wee hours of the night. it was all about networking. sadly, i miss those days.
4. What was your favorite recess game?
tag?
5. What did you hate most about school?
simple. tests & competition.
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what i did not want to do today was get up and go to work.
what i did end up doing was literally roll out of bed, pull out a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and walked out with flip flops.
i just got a sweet plan from at&t. text messaging, anyone?
SQUINT squint squint
oh a few more things to add, if i may.
1. i'm extremely bored. allow me to ignore the pile of files and work in front of me.
2. i'm waiting for a swanky blue t-shirt to arrive from atlanta. *ahem* you don't have that many days left...
3. i'm really bored. oh shucks, i already said that :T
4. hair short or long?
A few years ago, there was an extremely popular korean soap opera called (translated) "Story of Autumn" that almost every korean i knew talked about. people were watching it even at the computer lab on campus, despite all the frowns they received from people sitting around them. i did end up watching most of the series later on when i was still in school and i remember this one part where the main character - an extremely naive and pretty girl who later dies of pneumonia - tells her brother that she wants to be a tree. her reason being that she would be immovable and will always be there for someone she loves. frankly i thought that was quite senseless and dumb :P but it did invoke me to think what object i would choose to be, if given the chance. and i decided that i want to be a clean, stainless pipe. (and i'm not being senseless here, of course! heh.) i had my reasons then. but the other night, i found that i'm not alone in this wishful thinking; Mr. A.R. Gibbs wrote about it almost a century ago.
How I praise Thee, precious Savior,
That Thy love laid hold of me,
Thou hast saved and cleansed and filled me
That I might Thy channel be.
Channels only, blessed Master,
But with all Thy wondrous pow'r.
flowing thro' us, Thou canst use us
Everyday and every hour.
old hymns were my first love for praise and worship. and i still flip though my old black hymnal book whenever i struggle to find my own words and strength to plea.
i was in some sort of a funk last week. it was just so hard for me to be joyful. (and i partly blamed it on listening to avil lavigne so much. i knew i had a reason for not listening to secular music too often. it just made my life more "complicated" than necessary.) but thank God that He is merciful... otherwise, i would still be wallowing in that same ol' funk.
this morning i had to see two patients, an elderly couple. they made my day. after the psych testings which were administered separatedly, they compared answered and talked about which part they did the best. the conclusion was that they complement each other perfectly.
and just now, a doc brought in his little boy, daniel, who babbled on about his trip to Port Discovery with his mouth full of pretzels. so cute. he was so happy. i think i want to have a kid and bring her/him to my work from time to time... let the world know that s/he is the happiest kid in the world.
today i would compare myself to a compressed cube of emotions without particular corners of happiness or sadness. so you poke me in a certain way and i'll cry.
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j, yeah, i guess my blogs are personal since i'm publishing my daydreams and momentary observations for people to see. i tend to deny the truth from time to time. heh :P
hopkins hc dudes and dudettes, i've been hearing some awesome stuff about you guys! yay!!! or as the sunday school kids would say, God is Awesome!
um, hi, you sing lovely. can i be your new fan?
(this means that i must say bye to mr. hartnett for good. i wish him much happiness with his girlfriend. )
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i wanted to acculturate myself with today's mainstream music. some i liked. some... my ears just couldn't handle.
do's and don'ts
what i shouldn't have done was listen to michelle branch. her song, "goodbye to you" just hit the spot in me.
the only thing that can remedy my gloomy mood this morning is Popeye's chicken and its soft buttery biscuits. but, because this requires me walking through the ghetto of baltimore and risking my precious life, i convinced my coworkers that popeye's chicken is what they need in their lives as well. so we're risking our lives together. what i call solidarity of fried-chicken-lovers... the thought of it brings tears to my eyes. happy wednesday!
"Hi This is -- Kim [he always uses his initials] calling at 3:30 on September 3 from [his company name]. Please give me a call as soon as you can. It is pretty urgent so call back before you leave for the day."
my dad's business-like message always cracks me up. i always feel like i need to make some business transactions with him or something. but they all ended up being questions like, "how do i turn off the ringer on my cell phone?"
my weekend was fun. at one time, i had a dream that i was playing basketball. (yes, you read it right. i was dribbling a ball. it was a dream.) and incidently, i was sharing the bed with my freshman year roommate whose head i hit in the middle of the "game." but i apologized in my sleep.
powder and clown, thanks for coming out even though it was short! my other friends commented that i have cool friends. i said i agree ;)
