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| I've moved. Only, I forgot to mention it.
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| it's been a while since I've been on here last... it's unfortunate, since I think it's still the best way to keep up with some of y'all.
I will go onward with my preferred list format:
1. Wedding Planning is--
-expensive. hoooo boy, is it ever. our parents are being generous, and we can only be grateful. because DAMN.
-interesting. both our mothers are very perfectionist, know-what-they-want types. throw in some miscommunication, language barrier, even greater cultural gap, and you've got drama. our dads have resolutely parked themselves on the sidelines, pacing like nervous security rent-a-cops at an Italian soccer (excuse me, futbol) game... hope it doesn't get messy  I think it won't. It'll flirt with messiness, but I think we'll be okay.
-exciting. i'm surprised. it is kinda fun.
-embarrassing. and awkward, especially when you realize you've left people out, like you knew you were bound to do... gotta grit 'em and keep moving. :-\
2. My Job
I think I'm slowly getting the hang of it. The "new guy" feel has worn off, and the weeks are trudging past. I find little things to get me through the days at work: snacks (eh... trying to cut down), counting down the hours (I have stashes of post-it's with 8,9,10,11...,5,6 and each hour number X-ed out as the hour hand ticks past them... hope no one stumbles upon that!), my geeky npr podcasts (i prefer "wait wait, don't tell me", car talk [though i know nothing about cars, i just like the two dudes], and This American Life), and random gatherings of guys where the conversation inevitably winds it's way to Alabama or Auburn sports. I get rolling a bit more when the day gets later: somehow I think I work better every day after 4 pm (when my boss goes home, without fail) in the two hours I have left... don't know why, but time flies, and so does the work.
3. My Neighbor(s)
The building I'm in is all studio apartments. They come with a Murphy bed and full-size spring mattress, plus a stacked washer-dryer (this was the deal-clincher for me!).
Whoever it is that lives above me, gets a LOT of action. I'll be minding my own business, and the rhythmic squeaking begins. I tried to convince myself that it is the washer-dryer, except I know exactly how my washer-dryer sounds, and I also know how my bedsprings sound. And we're talking 6, 7, heck even 8 days a week. Sometimes it's so distracting that I want to go up there and shake someone's hand and commend them on their... success? Whatever it is. And maybe ask them if they could move to the empty apartment BELOW me.
4. My Brother
Is trying to decide where to go to college (WHAT?!). This already difficult and important decision is made harder by the fact that he now has a girlfriend (WHOA); said lady friend is also white. I asked him (Albert, my brother), whether Mom had a hard time swallowing this all, what with him dating so young and y'know, outside of the general Asian population... he looked at me and shrugged, "Nah, I think you pretty much blazed the trail for me, man." So, I got the grief and Albert got by, it appears. Taking one for the team, that is.  But... right. We'll see how that goes; no more updates on that relationship-- I just got a laugh out of his remark.
5. It was great to see folks again a few weeks ago in St. Louis! I think the driving tired me/us out, but it's been so long since seeing so many people, that it was really just a good replenishing time for me. I still miss you guys, and I hope to see many of you again this summer... if that's not to be, please see point #1, and accept my regrets :-\.
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| the other day, sharon and i were studying at panera (well, she was studying, i was reviewing a bit of engineering exam stuff before promptly conking out for 1 of the 5 hours we were there), and she afterwards asked me, "What would you like to do? I'm so tired of studying, and I just want to do whatever it is you want to do."
Maybe i was unsuccessfully recovering from my groggy stupor, but i racked my brains for something i felt like doing, and i came up completely empty. it was the strangest feeling, one of quiet bewilderment. i think she was genuinely disappointed, and we ended up parting ways back to our apartments after a quick trip to the grocery store.
i guess that just happens sometimes, right? anyone?
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and i'm so tired of people mixing politics and religion.
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| it's taken me a few months to come to realize this, but man, i am really burned out.
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| on a less than my traditionally melancholy note, happy christmas, everyone! some thoughts: 1. oh right, we're engaged! huzzah! it's a story, but november 20 was a very good day, despite a few hiccups here and there; the day really couldn't have gone much better than it did. 2. so i've just been reminded of how it's a little embarrassing going out anywhere in public with my mom; it's not anything she wears or how she talks, necessarily. you see, in the Chinese language (or perhaps just in our house or the Taiwanese-Mandarin dialect?), there is an expression that is more or less equivalent to the colloquial English, "uh, um..." or "that uh... that um..." expression of sudden hesitation or uncertainty of the thing you were thinking or referring. in Chinese it's pronounced "na yi ge, na yi ge", which when spoken quickly by the proficient and native speaker that my mother is, sounds an awful lot this way, phonetically, "neh-guh, neh-guh"... so you can see that it's a little embarrassing when your mother seemingly maligns the entire black and African-American populace in your immediate vicinity with an urgent repetitiveness on a regular and unwitting basis... heh. merry christmas, indeed.  | | |
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