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stepping into bird poo

…still don’t know why I signed up for Twitter account. Maybe because I felt like I am way behind the technology or something. I don’t know how 140 characters or less can convey any messages that are well thought out. Oh well, here we go.

 

I wonder if a post like this would bite me in the ass when I am trying to get a job (probably will)

some random thoughts-

1. I am about to be admitted to a hospital for the first time in my life and go under a surgery (also first)- it’s damn scary. Trying to read and grasp the entire instruction from the doctor on what to do, what medications to pick up (including Percocet, my first no-nonsense pain killer I am prescribed to get), when to eat/drink last (midnight), what to wear (comfortable and all piercings taken out), who to bring (a family member over 18), etc. is making me bite my nails and somehow toss all other thoughts/concerns to back of the queue of my to-do list. I should remember to pay my creditcard bills before the surgery though. I don’t think my mind would be lurid enough to remember that when I am popping Percocet in bed.

Also, I was warned that there is a possibility that my ovary needs to be taken out. I think it might be just my right one, but really? I didn’t bother asking if that means the possibility of me giving birth in the future is pretty much cut in half or even lower. Well, there goes my chance ever being a surrogate mother.

2. I keep stumbling upon all these articles about how social media is making us lonely:
http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2012/05/is-facebook-making-us-lonely/8930/
http://www.npr.org/2012/04/26/151351550/what-we-have-here-a-failure-to-communicate
and I agree with their point of view- but I think my Facebook addiction is preventing me from completely disconnecting. Sure, I can try to post things on this website, but seriously- how many people will even read this? Well, I certainly hope no one from a perspective employer. Well, maybe it’s good I am leaning toward the idea of going back to school before finding another fulltime job.

3. I feel pretty apathetic these days. I couldn’t mutter up any tear while watching “Jiro Dreams of Sushi”, while two friends who were there with me were bawling. Given, the documentary is not necessarily sappy or sad, per se, but I felt like I should’ve been moved enough to shed a few tears, but I didn’t. Next day, same friends and I were attending This American Life Live show, and over there, I was able to shed some tears while watching David Rakoff dancing on stage (unless you have seen the performance, the idea of crying while watching someone dance doesn’t make much sense, I know). I was relieved, knowing I still do have the heart left to be moved. To be able to cry.

4. Finally finding some new bands/music after not bothering for about 3+ years. Maybe it’s time to put some new music onto my now haven’t-been-updated-in-about-3-years-iPhone. Hurray music!

5. Will I ever finish knitting that damn scarf I started about 2 months ago?

India 2012

Travel bug bites again, although this was technically planned since January this year. Went on a 11-day tour with a New Zealand-based tour company called Intrepid and did their North India Hightlights tour. Then went onto traveling on my own through Jodhpur through two overnight train trips and headed over to Pune, where Nikhil & Varada’s wedding was held.

Here are photos from the trip on Google photos:

Part I: Delhi – Jaipur – Agra – Orchha:

Part II: Khajuraho – Varanasi – Delhi – Jodhpur – Mumbai (including THREE overnight train journey- yikes)

Part III: The Indian Wedding at Pune, Maharashtra

Scarf #1

Sometimes not knowing what the heck you are doing really does wonders (=happy mistakes). I misunderstood YO for the longest time and kept sending yarn over the WRONG direction (instead of to front, I looped it and set it backward). It is now missing the eyelets and the lace pattern, but now it looks groovy in its wave pattern.

Yay happy mistakes!

Back to Motherland 2011

I took 2 months off from work and went back doing some soul-digging back in motherland.