A Reese’s Peanut Butter Chocolate Cake Day
I wish I could Photoshop in everyone who is missing
In the not too distant past, I turned 28. I typically refrain from mentioning my birthday, and the fact I’m even acknowledging it here is a bit out of character. Why, you may ask? Birthdays were never a big deal for me or anyone else in my family. I guess it’s because I feel I had little to do with my birth (that was all my parents… *shudder*), and little to do with me aging another year besides avoiding getting myself killed.
Confessions 5: Back With a Vengeance
It’s been over 4 years since I last made a post like this. It’s been something I’ve been doing on/off for 9 years now. Crazy.
I was in a randomly introspective mood, so here you go:
- I recently discovered that I am part Filipino. That makes me 1/2 Korean, 3/8 Chinese and 1/8 Filipino. Call me Captain Asian America
- I’ve had a smartphone since 2005. Windows Mobile used to be nerdy chic
- I thoroughly enjoy witnessing awkward situations (I blame The Office and Parks and Recreation)
- I can’t decide whether I’m a romantic cynic or a cynical romantic.
- Mariah’s “Always Be My Baby” never fails to put me in a better mood
- I prefer to lounge in my underwear
- I’ve developed a random penchant for cupcakes in the past year. PB&J is my absolute favorite
- I enjoy the occasional cigar
- I didn’t really appreciate my parents until health issues made me realize they are not immortal
- My preference in communication is as follows: Face to face > phone > IM/Message/Chat > E-Mail > Text
- If I regularly text with someone, it’s only cause I appreciate them
- I think I’d make for a pretty decent boyfriend, average father, and terrible husband
- I’ve never lost/doubted my Faith
- I am very bad at accepting compliments
- I have a weird fascination with looking up what I eat on Wikipedia to read it’s origins
Peace outside.
Recap:
Soli Deo gloria
I love my balcony. It’s small, and only has room for a couple deck chairs and a petite side table; but it’s my quiet place, my sanctuary, if you will. I’ve lived at this apartment for going on 4 years now, but it’s really become apparent this summer how important this place is to me. This is where I find myself going to pray, mull through my frustrations and collect my thoughts. And at the end of it all, I always arrive at the same conclusion – “thank You, God”.
79 (Some Thoughts on Friendship)
I had a some unanticipated extra time today. Stayed home sick from work; darn stomach bug. But I would like to share a little nugget of wisdom I came across.
Lesson of the day: Don’t share your physical ailments with a self-proclaimed Hypochondriac. In their infinite wisdom, they will diagnose your stomach ache as possible appendicitis, and though you know better, ya can’t helped but be a little freaked out.
It’s nothing serious. I just haven’t been digesting well the past 48 hours or so. I suspect it has something to do with stubbornly continuing to eat questionable leftovers from Monday’s potluck. Either way, as of a few hours ago, the food is finally gone though I still reap the rewards punishment.
But that’s neither here nor there. More for my sake than anyone else’s, I thought this would be a great opportunity to jot down some of my thoughts on friendship. See, I actually don’t think everyone interacts with others the same. I believe how one values and approaches friendships vary wildly depending on their personality and circumstances.
An example of friends: If everyone is annoyingly attractive. And Caucasian.
This particular song was written shortly after the birth of Elijah Choi. He is the first born son to one of my oldest friends, Eli and his wife Helen. Elijah’s entrance into the world was not without it’s complications, and although scheduled for birth sometime in early June, he was delivered via C-Section on May 20th. His mother had the God-given instinct to realize that something wasn’t right, and so they went in for a check-up. There, it was discovered that Elijah wasn’t getting blood and had to come out right away if there was any chance for survival.
It was a scary week or so of uncertainty for me, as a bystander – I can only imagine what his parents and family were experiencing. But I’m thankful to say that Elijah has gotten through the worst of it, and all indications point to him being a perfectly healthy little boy.
This was his father’s post on facebook and the inspiration for this song, “Warrior”.
Gifted Thought 