The Green Fairy Says

Shark Bait, Woo Ha Ha!!!!!!

Will Says

Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there – Will Rogers.

reality

Find out what the graphs mean. HERE.

Pick me ups

is much needed.

"“For, after all, every one who wishes to gain true knowledge must climb the Hill of Difficulty alone, and since there is no royal road to the summit, I must zigzag it in my own way. I slip back many times, I fall, I stand still, I run against the edge of hidden obstacles, I lose my temper and find it again and keep it better, I trudge on, I gain a little, I feel encouraged, I get more eager and climb higher and begin to see the widening horizon. Every struggle is a victory. One more effort and I reach the luminous cloud, the blue depths of the sky, the uplands of my desire.”
 - Helen Keller.

Women,

We just don't understand them!

Little Joys in Life

* Mornings at home when the sun basks into the apartment.
* Afternoons at home sitting on the carpet in the living room, doing random things.
* A cuppa warm chocolate when the snow flakes fall on the window panes.
* Driving around the picturesque neighborhood in autumn.
* Evan (little monkey) leaning his head on my shoulder.
* Writing letters.
* Blue bird days.
* Chatting with silly bean.
* Sewing quietly while listening to TED talks.

-- Home is where you stand. Home is where you can be still. Home is where the heart is. --

Boob beans soup.. I mean black beans soup

I was doing some light surfing online and saw this chinese articles about how black beans soup (chinese black bean soup) helps to grow your boobs.

So I made myself a huge ass pot of it.

Do you think those damn boobies are going to grow?

Yes Man!

"When you say "Yes" to things, you embrace the possible." - Yes Man

I am going to start trying to say "Yes" to things in life.

Yes, I miss my hookah. &*#@&*)^

Beautiful Saturday

It's such a nice day out today so I decided to make Dan and I some spiked apple cider and pretend that it is snowing out.

Here's what you need:

and of course, your very key ingredient - booze. My choice - bourbon whiskey:

So this is what I usually do, I heat up some apply cider on the stove with a cinnamon stick and two cloves. I like to simmer the cider for about 30 minutes to let the spices spice up my cider (I need a thesaurus).

Then I pour myself some whiskey, about half a cup or a quarter of a cup.  This is a huge latte cup I am using. The more the happier I get. In case you are wondering, no I do not have a drinking problem.

Then, if you are like me and you can't wait for 30 minutes to taste that sweet bourbon whiskey, you pour that damn warm cider in your damn cup. (sorry, this picture looks like shit but I don't really care at this moment)

So this is how I make my spiked apple cider. How do you make yours?  

Most ridiculous tradition

Grab and Run: Krygyzstan's Bride Kidnapping.

UPS

Is it weird to feel sad because the UPS guy didn't stop at my front door to deliver a package?  I watched as he drove away, and suddenly I was overwhelmed with this feeling - emptiness.

Sick and Cooking Away

Hey y'all!

I've been sick for the past two days.  Lots of drainage, feverish, SORE THROAT, headache.. I was so tempted to take a picture of my red and swollen throat and share it with you but then again, you might think it's a picture of something else that I am not going to mention here.  Something I would like to share though, I don't usually eat General Tso chicken because I insisted that it is bad chinese food and a real chinese person shouldn't eat fake chinese food.  But boy, with me being sick, I ordered these babies up like hot cakes and I have to say, they make your fart stink like rotten eggs!

Anyway, after popping a few doses of Dayquil yesterday, I decided to make Dan da Man some beef shank Osso Bucco, sans the wine, added some tablespoon of balsamic vinegar.

Things I used:

• 2 Leftover Beef Shanks from Saraga International Market, almost rotten but after being heavily seasoned, they should be good to eat
• 1 Medium sized white onion (I like white onion because they sprout slower than the yellow onions, and you know when you go white.....)
• 2 very good looking carrots, sliced however big you like
• 2 stalks of celery, sliced however big you like
• 6 cloves of garlic, slightly chopped, the more the merrier i would say, not that anyone's going to kiss me when I am sick.
• 3 tablespoons of brown sugar
• 1 big can of crushed tomatoes
• 1 cup (1 small can) beef broth
• 6 tablespoon balsamic vinegar
• Cooking oil (I used vegetable oil)
• Salt 'n Peppa

What I did:

1. Turn on my oven to allow it to pre-heat to 300degF.
2. Heat up my dutch oven (courtesy of Jacq M. for my birthday one year, thank you very much) on the stove.
3. At the mean time, pat dry the beef shanks, season both sides with lots of salt 'n peppa.
4. Add enough vegetable oil to coat the bottom of your dutch oven.
5. DO NOT THROW IN the shanks! (I will tell you why)
6. Slowly, slide in the shanks to brown both sides (Note: Julia Child said, "don't crowd the pan, or else they don't brown") - I used medium high heat, about 5 minutes each side.
7. Remove the shanks from heat, place them aside.
8. Using the same dutch oven, DO NOT THROW IN the vegetables!  ( I will tell you why)
9. Slowly, put it in cut vegetables - onions, carrots, celery and garlic.
10. Gently saute for about 4 minutes.
11. Dump in the shanks and the rest of the ingredients.
12. Let it simmer on the stove then bring it to the oven to cook for 3 hours!
13. 3 hours later, enchoyyyyyy your very delicious Beef Shanks Braised in Balsamic Sauce!!

OK, I know it doesn't look very appetizing here but trust me Dan confirmed that it was delicious!

So, about not throwing things into a hot pan.... I know that we are not supposed to do that, which retards do that anyway??    but the heat from the dutch oven was really scaring me and I was acting all stupid and girly and so I decided to just "toss" my beef shank in.  Here's the picture of the aftermath (my right wrist):

It wasn't too bad really.  So I went on chopping my vegetables and everything.  When it was time to "gently put in" my vegetables, I decided to just throw the vegetables all at once, into the sizzling hot pot with all the oil on the bottom (picture of my right forearm):

I am not that bad of a cook, just a very clumsy, high on cough syrup and painkillers one.

PS:  I strongly recommend you try the recipe!

How to make dress out of shorts

Flabbergasted. Link here.
- courtesy of Daniel ( i bet he tried it )

FOS

A patient came in for nausea, vomiting and abdominal pain.
He told me: "My surgeon told me i'm FOS."
(Full of shit)

Mayor of TO + video = caught smoking crack on tape
And the best part: The plans to keep his job!

Democrat + Major = NYC
Apparently i was notified that i don't qualify to be president of US because i am not born here.

If i don't find a dress soon, i'll be wearing this:

Tell me that I am wrong

Quote of the Day

Sometimes it is just not easy to be yourself.  You are surrounded by people who expect you to be someone that you are not.  Then, in order to please them, you gradually forget who you are and you become this person who is constantly lost, searching for your true self, yet the people around you are happy because wow, you are a better person to them now.  

No More

Hello all, you should be happy about this:

My hookah was thrown away by the master of the house yesterday.  I anticipate the next thing to go is my wine collection.  Stay tuned.

Lazy Sunday

It's a lazy kind of day today, and when it gets like this, I start feeling low.  I like being on the go, it helps me for not thinking too much.  Since I don't have much to type about today, I thought I would share with you a picture I took from my kitchen.  I love decorating my house, with lots of colors.  Colors cheer me up.

Le Petit Prince

". . . One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes. . . . It’s the time that you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important. . . . You become responsible for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose. . . .”

The fox tells him a threefold secret: that only the heart can see clearly because the eyes miss what is important; that the time the prince has spent on his rose is what makes his rose so important; and that a person is forever responsible for what he has tamed.

The little prince continues his journey and meets a railway switchman (a worker who changes trains from one track to another). As the trains roar by, the switchman explains that the trains shuttle people from one location to another. The prince asks the switchman if people are moving because they are unhappy, and the switchman explains that people are always unhappy with wherever they are. The prince asks if the people are chasing something, and the switchman replies that the people aren’t chasing anything at all. He adds that only the children press their faces against the train windows and watch the landscape as it rushes by. The prince remarks that “[o]nly the children know what they’re looking for,” and he says that children can make a rag doll so important that when it’s taken from them, they cry. The children, the switchman replies, are the lucky ones.

"Everything essential is invincible to the eye"

- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Blessed

As I was laying on my sofa earlier reading my no brainer book, I can't help but noticed the view out of my windows.  I am truly blessed.

I am very thankful.

I am thankful for the life my parents have given me.

How I wish you are right here with me, I have a feeling you are looking down from above, watching me everyday and being proud of the me of who I have become today.  Of course, I am sure you frown at the sight of me smoking like a chimney or being obsessed with my dirty book collections or drinking like a fish.

I lead a good life.

I feel loved.

To everyone who's touched every path of my little, but contented life, I thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

I leave you with this:

Oh, Formula 1 tomorrow.  I wonder if my brother is coming to watch it with me?

Saturday Morning

Dream

When you're feeling blue,

Dream

That's the thing to do,

Just

Watch the smoke rings rise in the air,

You'll find your share

Of memories there,

So dream

When the day is through,

Dream

And they might come true,

Things

Never are as bad as they seem,

So

Dream,

Dream,

Dream

And remember what I said in my earlier post - Dreams don't work unless you do!  Stop living in a dream and do something about it. 

Dear Ah Pak (Mou Gong gong dong wa lah!)

There was a rumor
That you left us.
It was a rumor as another friend just said hi to you at mile four yesterday.

It was true.
You were gone from our vicinity.
Like a hurricane that wiped out a tiny community in a blink of an eye.
It carved a hole in our lives.

I despise all the past tense.
But all we can do now,
Is remember
What a great leader you were heading the Red Cross Society, winning the marching competition every single freaking year.
How you conversed to me in Cantonese and i struggled to reply you.
Your uber straight, blank face when you crack a hilarious joke.
The way you strutted that earned you the name "Ah Pak"
The last time i met you at a friend's home during chinese new year, inviting me to jump on the bandwagon and have some fun.

I'm glad you gave the world a child.
We need hearts like you in this earth.

All we have is
A little piece of you, tucked deep inside in each one of us.
Thank you for the memories.

Whirlwind

8AM: Met resident B. Started learning about my new patients.

830AM: Pager went off. New consult. Started learning about new consult.

845AM: Boss M called, apparently I have a new resident K from a different local hospital and medical student G from China. Exchange resident/ student. Great! Went to pick them up.

915AM: Went off with student G to see new patient.

930AM: Met up with resident B in lounge.

10AM: Boss J showed up and we started rounding ( seeing patients ). Only saw patient 1.

1030AM: Walked to library to meet Boss H to discuss about a complicated patient.

11AM: Went back to see patient 1. Paged neurologist. Called lab about forms. Talked to nurses about orders. Placed tonnes of orders.

1115AM: went to see patient 2-4.

1200: Met with resident K and colleagues, got lunch at cafeteria and went to conference.

115PM: Sent resident J to thyroid clinic to help a colleague. Went to see patient 5-6.

2PM: Completed rounds. Sat down with student G and resident K to find out what their goals are for this month. Planned for Monday with team.

230PM: Wrote notes. Call Cleveland clinic. Think Think Think about cases. Pager went off and off and off.

3PM: Analyzed faxed records from Cleveland Clinic.

330PM: Brought student G and another new student (?name) to Saraga- they went wild shopping for asian food. Pager went off and off and off. Called while driving ( bad idea )

5PM: Finally came home.

I love my team..my huge team...i think i can manage team...

----- Brain dead -----

PS: Gila monster = (crazy monster) only eats twice/ year because of a protein called exendin 4 in their saliva that tells the brain the body is full and slows down gut motility. It was discovered by some dude ( who is filthy rich now ) and made it into a drug for treatment of diabetes!

-- End --

OK

Note to self:  It is not that nerve wrecking to give out candies to the kids.  It is not...  Don't say anything inappropriate.

Happy Friday!

My credit card exploded a few days ago because of these babies I bought - My Duchess of Cambridge Kate Middleton's shoes (okay, I need to vacuum my floor, it's full of Toby's fur):

Don't they make my feet look glamorous??  I always want a perfect pair of nude high heels and these have the perfect height for me and I don't know if they are going to kill my feet yet but the verdict is my feet are going to hurt badly the first few wears.  I just need to keep chanting this: "I look like Kate Middleton, I look like Kate Middleton"

How's everyone's Friday so far?  Mine has been pretty good.  I had a decent busy day at work which is AWESOME (I love love love being swamped with work) and now I am getting myself ready for the kids to come knock on my door trick-or-treat-ing.  So here I am sipping on my strawberry infused vodka.

It is perfectly chilled. (yes I noticed that I have used the word "perfect" in this post 3 times now).  But I just feel so perfectly fine today, it is a perfect day (5th perfect in this blog, yes I am counting too)!  My Friday mood finally kicked in!!!!

Now I just hope that I don't open the door drunk, just like I did last year... I remember saying "Want some candies....." to the kids, which was pretty creepy now that I think of it.

Oh yeah, it's not Halloween today but due to the weather being nasty yesterday, our county, or most parts of the city in Indiana postponed their Halloween  trick-or-treat-ing to today.

Anyway, Happy Belated Halloween and Happy Friday to you all!

PS:  I was going to get hamburger for dinner tonight but I resisted the temptation!  Are you proud of me or what?  I had a mighty kids meal of double cheeseburger and small fries.  Liars go to hell.

Rain or shine

Such a beautiful view of rain + grey skies + red/golden/orange/green leaves.
PS: i'm addicted to MJ
Leong fun + soy milk = yummmmmmmmm

Is it bad?

To rub salt on your wound?

I have a tendency to pick my lips.  Especially when I am nervous/restless/worried.  Pretty much when I am in distress.

So I did that just two days ago.  I picked and picked, I managed to pull some skin off, then I bit on the wound.

Then I went to the kitchen to grab some salt.

I rubbed salt on the wounds.  It felt really good.  Then my lips turned to this:

This morning as I put on my face paint (aka makeup) I applied multiple layers of lipstick to cover up the juicy wounds.  Yes they were juicy because they were very irritated.

Now I am sitting here, typing away, drinking hot coffee.  And I let my coffee burn my wounds.

What is wrong with me????

Catching Fire 11/22

Clinics clinics

Going through old reports in a patient's chart.
My staff's note reads:
Physical exam: thin, euthyroid, Not paralyzed.

Completely made everyone's day :D

Best Positioning Statement per Mr.

 

For 15 years, Summit Coffee has been a fixture in Davidson, NC, a college town. With just two locations, it is no Starbucks, but there is still much you can learn from the three entrepreneurs who own it.

I found out about Summit thanks to an eloquent post by Eric LaForest, Associate Director of the Norton Family Center for the Common Good at Loomis Chafee school. Thinking back to his time in Davidson, Eric reflected on what set Summit apart from, well, everyplace else:

There was always a sense of the global and the local at Summit. It was a familiar place that made you feel at home, yet challenged you to pursue the unfamiliar. It valued the science of its small-scale farmers’ coffee growing as much as the art on its walls and shelves. It devoted considerable resources to countless charitable movements."

Wow. We are talking about a small storefront in a small town, right? 

Wrong. We are talking about vision, and heart. You don't have to run a huge company to have it. You don't have to be famous, or rich, or even old enough to drive. You simply have to use your imagination, and then act upon it.

But what I really want to share with you is a blog post Brian Helfrich wrote last year; he, Tom and Tim Helfrich ownSummit Coffee. Although Brian may not have intended it this way, his words represent one of the best "positioning" statements I've ever read.

Whether you are thinking about positioning your company or your career, you can learn a lot from Brian... especially the way he writes from his heart:

"What We Did Win"

"So we didn’t win $250,000. An email this morning confirmed that LivingSocial and Chase Bank did not identify us, Summit Coffee, as one of 12 recipients of a terrific small business grant. But during the application process, which came together oh-so-fast, we had the opportunity to think about what we are. Thanks to many of you, we were a finalist for the grant. And because of that, we sat back, took a breath, drank decaf (just kidding, of course) and looked at what we are.

"We are a coffee shop. We are a bar. A music venue. A meeting place. A day care. An office. A classroom. A bathroom. A water break.

"We are Davidson. We are Main St. We’re old and rustic. Modern and creative.

"We’re nights on a patio. Runs before sunrise. Wine in the front corner. Conversations at the counter.

"We are good morning, good afternoon and good night.

"We are The Freckled Dog Pub. The Twilight Racing Series. The Box Turtle Mocha. The Glacier Gulp.

"We are the bells on the front door. A back door that sometimes doesn’t exist. An ice machine on a part-time shift. We are a not-so-straight staircase. We are a chalkboard menu. T-shirts on clothespins. Cookies in tin buckets.

"We are Tim and Beth. Becky and Dave. Brit and Jon and Brian. Alex and Jesse. Chris and Jim and Michael.

"We are a neighbor. An escape. A welcoming. A friend. A thank God it’s Friday at 5:00. A large coffee no room for cream. Right?

"We are home.

"We are Summit. We are lucky."

Quenching My Thirst and Relaxing

Hey y'all!  I just got done running jogging.  Now I am feeling energetic!

What does one do when they are done working out to quench their thirst, and cooling down?

I start smoking my sugar cane and sipping a glass of Prosecco.

I am a sinner.  Hey at least I worked out, that's healthy, right?

By the way, study shows that eating pasta or any refined grain leads to depression in women.

So, does that mean that most Asian women are depressed? (think rice, duh)

Wednesday 30Oct2013

I wonder and wonder, I have wondered for the past so many years.

People say, "the truth will set you free".

Do you truly believe that?  Are you really going to be free or will the truth lead you to wonder more?

Tell me truthfully, how does a fox communicate to a friendly horse?

Wait

You Snooze, You Lose

I have a secret relationship with my snooze button. Practically hit it on average 3 times before i get myself out of bed every morning. In all honestly, it was strategically set to go off every 10 minutes so i can drag myself up 30 mins prior to my scheduled clinic times.
Does this make me a snooze addict?

Some love the exhilaration and euphoria of falling asleep again.
Some think the extra 15 mins of sleep may seem like a saving grace.
I think the extra time laying in bed is luxury.

Some research nerds claims that:
- Snoozers lost our on valuable sleep that brain needs in order to consolidate memory and restore itself for tasks like concentration. ( This.... i have to agree )
- After hitting the button and drifting off to sleep, we enter into the sleep cycle. It's really horrible to be woken up when we are half way in the cycle ( eg: deep sleep / cutting REM short ). Perhaps this explains why at times i wake up feeling groggy -- my alarm is going off at the wrong part of the sleep cycle.

Hence, tomorrow shall be the day i disregard the snooze button! ( Incidentally, i said that 2 months ago... )

The Onion

I get a kick out of reading The Onion some days. It's utterly silly information but enjoyable at the same time.

8.4 Million New Yorkers Suddenly Realize New York City A Horrible Place To Live

'We're Getting The Hell Out Of This Sewer,' Entire Populace Reports

For the ladies: 

Channing Tatum to produce a reality show about burlesque dancers

This made it to Breaking News section:

BREAKING: Drunk Teen Going 100 MPH Down Slick Highway Is Invincible

Umbrella and raincoats for the next two days!

A Healthier Choice

Sugar cane is good for you right?

I am trying to eat healthy.  I have been trying to eat healthy for a month + now.  It has been working pretty well for me.  Less upset stomach, less bloatiness, less constipation, more poopies.  Eating healthy has been pretty difficult for me.  Being an avid Mc'Ds eater, I have stopped going to the holy land during the weekends for my usual Sausage McGriddle or Sausage McMuffin.

Sugar cane is good for you right?

I haven't had fried chicken for a while now.  The last time I had it was probably on my birthday, that was heavenly.

Sugar cane is good for you right?

I haven't had a Oscar Meyer wiener for about a month now. (But I cheated last Sunday by eating my bro's leftover cheddar jalapeno smoked sausage, which clogged my heart for freakin' half a day)

Sugar cane is good for you right?

One thing I can't cut down is the amount of drinks I have.  I can't go without a glass of wine or beer a day.  However, a glass of wine a day isn't bad for you.  Doctors say that a glass of red wine a day is actually good for your heart.

Sugar cane is good for you right?

So, since I am trying to be healthy, I switched out my usual tobacco to the good old sugar cane.

Sugar cane is good for you right?

Vino O' Vino

Well, I am no wine expert but I have to say, I sure love to drink wine.  If I don't try to limit myself, I would go through a bottle a day (if it is red; 1.5 if it's a white but who the hell drinks white wine anyway? kidding!)

So I joined this wine club where they would send me 12 bottles of wine once every 3 months - which doesn't make sense to me, since 12 bottles would only last me for 2 weeks.

I have to say, they do send some good ol' red wines.  The whites are not my favorite, but I gotta mix in a few whites just to make me look less of a racist.

Anywaaaaaaay, just wanted to say, if you are interested in wines, I highly recommend this wine club.

PS: Sorry, I have no idea what to write about today, was thinking to write about my menstrual cycle but really, who would be interested in hearing that.  Any suggestions what I should bitch about in here?

Song of the Day!

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high there's a land I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me 

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow 

why oh why can't I?

A chip

Remember what the jeweller said, “Nothing in the natural world is flawless.” Everything in nature has an imperfection, a flaw.

Audrey Hepburn

Every time I pick up my hookah, I tell myself this:

I most likely look as good as this picture of Audrey Hepburn right now.  Yeah, I look good.  

Oh it is legal

Dad, "Oh yeah it is absolutely legal to drink while driving in this country."

The kids, "Really?? That's awesome!" (grabbing 6 packs of Heineken and Guinness)

While out in the town...

One of the kids, "Guys, I am thirsty as F.  Let's pop open our drinks."

"Cheers!"

45 minutes later, back at home...

The kids, "Dad, look at our pictures."

Dad, "You guys, I was kidding about drinking while driving.  It is illegal"

The kids, "Oh F-ing A, we are officially cool now."

Nahhh we were just posing..... 

Adventure in Chi-Land with asians

Fun times~!
After this trip, we realized:
1. We kept repeating the same old patterns: going to the same Asian restaurants ( Joy Yee for bubble tea, Sun Hwa for Peking Duck, Chinatown for dimsum and pastries ).
2. We should really read instructions well. We are suppose to take our bikes within 5 minutes of paying at the station, of course, we just 'lepak' around and had to swipe our credit cards again twice.
3. Cycling in Windy City , when it's 8 degrees Celsius is really an act of foolish people. But we absolutely loved it!!! :D
4. Wasted 8 minutes of my lifetime listing to "What did the fox say" song/ MTV.
5. Thomas really like girls to sing to him. His playlist in his phone consists of Taylor Swift, Michelle Branch, Kelly Clarkson and other 46,  XX.
6. Von brings his emo-ness and channels it everywhere.
7. "Closer!" has a new meaning.
8. You can create a box around your legs and carry beer in it.
9. Robin and Superman loves Peking Duck.
10. Wheels only segways are for the cool folks.
11. We are never too full for dimsum ~ yum... intestines. Yuck to liver.
12. We are too old to stay up past our bedtime. Suffering comes the next morning.
13. The sky has a psychedelic effect on Le Min. She starred at it so long and didn't realized we left her at the bench.
14. Never too old to have fun and be completely silly :)

Fall

I put up my fall wreath today, starting my fall celebration.  It's my favorite time of the year.  What's your favorite season?

Good art is meant to be shared

Dan and I went to an art appreciation social at his professor's house yesterday.  After a few glasses of wine and munchies of fine cheeses, we decided to purchase this piece of art.  It is oil on canvas, has been stretch and we are thinking about framing it and place it in our bathroom.

Dan, "I really like the brush strokes in her hair, they are so precise"
Me, "I like her ass"

I am classy as hell.  Tell me I am wrong.

Till We Meet Again

Good friends are hard to find, like I always say.  I am not a person with many close friends.  Therefore I keep those that are close to me very dear to my heart.

My dear friend left for a city far far away on Saturday morning.  I have been rather sad since.  It is like a big chunk of me is gone.  We hanged out a lot.  Most of the time right after work.  It's always something that I look forward to at the end of my work day.  We always talk about our days, our views in relationships, life in general, etc.  In some way, she reminds me a lot of myself.  :)  We get surprised by how similar we are to each other at times!

To my dear friend, all the best to you and I love you bunch!!  Till we meet again.

PS: I can say all these shit because she doesn't read this blog anyway. hehehehehehehe

How do you want people to see you?

Do you use Facebook?

I do.  I log into my Facebook a few times a day.  I don't usually post anything up, not that many status updates.  I stalk people generally.  I log in everyday to see what's new in their life, what they ate for dinner, where they went to for their anniversary, is their kid potty trained, how they think their kids are very cute, how often they train for their marathon, how much they have run for the day, how much alcohol they have consumed, how many places they have traveled, how happy they are with their life, how beautiful their wedding was, how great it is to be alive.... etc.

To me, Facebook is a place where you want to showcase your life, the way you want people to see it.

I can pretend to be artsy and post all the famous paintings that I pretend to admire, I can pretend to have traveled the world a lot but posting up pictures of Vienna, Italy, Germany, Japan, Korea, etc.  I take a picture of my food every time before I eat, to pretend that I am a foodie, I take picture of my alcohol each time before I consume it (ahem... I am one of these), I can do a lot of stuff to make you think that, hey this person has in depth knowledge of arts, he/she appreciates arts in its true form, this person has such good life, he/she travels so often, wow, it is nice to have so much money to eat out every other day at a fancy restaurant, wow this person sure has such high tolerance for alcohol, he/she drinks all the time, must be some sort of "Ah Lian/Ah Beng".

I can do anything to trick you to think that I am this person that I am actually not.

Does it make sense?

I log in to my Facebook everyday and I rarely see anyone post about how they hate their life, how they hate their job.  People always want you think to that they are perfect.  They lead a good life.

And you know what?  We are not perfect.  Life is as good as we want it to be.  Be true to yourself and don't pretend that you are somebody you are not.

Here you go, my Friday post.  Just thought of this as I browsed my Facebook today sitting on a toilet.

By the way, same thing goes to a blog.  You read what I write.  I can pretend to be happy or sad.  You have no idea what's going on in my mind.  You have no idea what I am wearing.

I am actually naked right now.

It is chilly.

Happy Friday!

Clinic with kids

Hung out with the kids in the afternoon clinic.
A boy, age 10 with cystic fibrosis, diabetes, enlarged liver with scarred liver and enlarged spleen jumped with joy and gave a big hurrah when he found our we don't need to any blood draws today. :)
"What grade are you in?"
"4th grade "
" Do you like it? "
" 4th grade is soooooo tough! But i like it. "
" Why do you like it? "
" I like it cos it's tough. "

-- Ah kids, definitely can learn a thing or two from these little bundle of joys --:)

You should date a girl who doesn't read.

You should date an illiterate girl.

Date a girl who doesn't read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in a film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you've unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale or the evenings too long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn't fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn't, smile all the same.

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn't read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.

Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent of a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, goddamnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.

Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

Date a girl who doesn't read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so goddamned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life of which I spoke at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being told. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. Or, perhaps, stay and save my life.

Charles Warnke
( I read another version which ends with : I hate you...oh i hate you )

Fifty Shades of

Disclaimer:  Dan D., please do not read this post.  If you want to continue, please don't blame me for not warning you... hehe

Jamie Dornan!!

(Yes, go ahead, I know what you are staring at, you dirty dirty reader!)

That's right.  Jamie has been cast as Christian Grey for the up and coming Fifty Shades of Grey!

Isn't this guy yummy?  I first saw him when he played Count Axel Fersen in Maria Antoinette, yes he had an affair with Marie Antoinette.  He was extremely good looking in that movie and I was thinking to myself, who is this man??  (Surprisingly, I did not google him at that time, most likely I wasn't that much of a horn dog at that moment.)

Ever since Charlie Hunnam quit this role (thank goodness), I was thinking who's the right person to replace him?  Is it going to be Ian Somerhalder?

Or maybe Matt Bomer?

Or is it going to be that saggy old balls that VickieVic suggested?

But no, it is Mr. Dornam!!  Wait, you don't remember how he looks like?  Here you go!

So yea, my Thursday has been pretty damn good.  I guess I need to go back and read those "bookmarked pages" in my Fifty Shades of Grey......... hehehe

Tell me, are you as happy as I am???

Oh just saw this on the new - Did you know that you can now find out who has died in your house?  I think local news channel is running out of things to talk about.

Happy Hump Day!

Yay!  It is Wednesday!!!  The week is almost over!!!!  Wait, something sad is going to happen end of this week, which I will tell you more next time.  And no, I do not have cancer, yet.

Today I ate a cookie.  *GASP*  Yes, big deal, a cookie right?  The last time I had a cookie was probably a month ago.  No wait, I actually did have some dim sum pastries just last weekend, which I am not very proud of.  But hey, first cookie of the month.  I felt extremely ashamed of myself.  I have been trying to eat healthy and cutting out all the sweets from my diet and because of some peer pressure, I picked up this cookie reluctantly but I have to say boy it was good.  Hey wait, I had ice cream too last weekend.  Damn it!

Anyway, I ran again today.  Woohoo.  A whole 22 minutes of it.  Are you proud of me or what??  I feel pretty good about it.  Now I am celebrating it by smoking a hookah in front of my laptop.  It's calorie free and in fact it makes me stop craving for food.

Come on now, don't start judging me.  I know smoking is bad for me, but I deserve it!

It was an eventful day today.  Not something that I would write here about.  Let's put it this way, I think I can do a great job for whatever that is coming my way!

Walls and a roof.

Absolutely in love with this house!

Yes Ma'am!

Quotes from You've Got Mail.

Joe Fox: The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.

Kathleen Kelly: What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.

Kathleen Kelly: [in an email to Joe Fox] The odd thing about this form of communication is that you're more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.

Oh i'm a word addict. 

PS: i heart this picture :)

PSS: Overheard, my colleague turned to me after a phone call from her husband:" Men, they don't know what to do with themselves when they're not working!. " :D

Interesting reads from here and there:

Motorboating ( a new term i learnt...a useless term... i learnt.. wasted a brain cell. Darn. )

Steven Hawking's big idea made simple.

Bourgeois.

Love, 

Nerd.