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| for my first
entry in 3 months, I shall update you all
with my typical 24-hr cycle schedule of my Tuesdays
12:00 AM begin studying for BCHM461
02:00 AM work on 5 page long CHEM272 lab report
04:00 AM sleep
07:30 AM wake up, submit prelab for CHEM and last minute BCHM review
09:30 AM take BCHM exam
10:45 AM raped by the exam, start working on 5 page long PHYS lab report
12:30 PM go to CHEM discussion for Wednesday's exam review
02:00 PM go to PHYS discussion for next week's exam review
03:00 PM finish PHYS report 2 min before due, defy gravity for 2 hours
05:00 PM finish PHYS lab, start insane BS typing + graphing for CHEM lab
06:30 PM finish CHEM report 2 min before due, mix solutions for 3 hours
09:30 PM finish CHEM lab, eat for the first time, go to breaking practice
11:00 PM finish breaking practice, go home, open CHEM book for 1st time
11:59 PM study for Wednesday CHEM exam until morning
ah...Tuesdays, lovely
this week's schedule seemed a bit hectic than usual, with two exams on top of one another
and
if you know me well enough, you know I'm probably the laziest
motherfucker you'll ever meet; so don't think I'm your typical diligent
Asian, I go to these classes because I HAVE to, someone please shoot me
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| wow, my friends managed to secure 8 PS3 that's right, EIGHT (1 was won in a raffle)
the graphics are indeed ridiculous, waiting for better games to come out.
just thought that was worth mentioning
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| update on life and recap on summer
went to OC one last time, ran around the beach at night with our
clothes on - now it smells like piss and sand occupying every
pocket. woke up next morning completely hung-over, going to
phillips for seafood after that wasn't the best idea in the world.
classes start at 11am everyday! that is if i don't go to my
orgo2 lectures 8am on tues and thurs. so far everything's good,
except for calc141. i walked into 1st day of lecture without any
knowledge of math for jack shit of not taking math for the last 2 years
- i was so confused and lost T_T
room is ok, rather small for a triple; instead of space efficiency
we've got privacy. the only thing that sucks about it is my buddy
pulling out of housing 3 days before move-in, now we've got this quite
awkward white dude living with us (thanks a lot wayne, ass)
well, that's about it, look forward to a good semester this year! peace out son
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| you'll never guess who I just saw 2 hours ago
driving to the hospital I noticed the front gate was blocked off, there
had been more cop cars than usual, men in blacks wearing shades
everywhere in the building blocking doors and elevators. as my
friend and I were walking back to our cars, we saw a row of armed cars
and a limousine sitting one person.
We got a glimpse of the guy's head; white, stupid-looking, yup, none other then our President Bush.
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| interesting things have been happening to me lately...
I woke up from a dream this morning, I was walking back home in
taiwan. To get to my house, I had pass through this shady alley
(this is real). I saw this homeless guy; 60's, long hair, raggedy
lookin', wearing everything he has - perfect description of a
beggar. For some odd reasons we began talking...about everything:
life, ethics, future, medical career, problems with people...things
that fret me the most. It was honestly the most interesting
conversation I've ever had in my life, I felt like I was having an
intellectual conversation with a sage. Out of nowhere my dad came
out yelling at me about coming home late and that I shouldn't talk to
dirty hobo on the street. I ignored his patronizing remarks and
told my new friend I had to leave. I hugged him with tears in my
eyes, "merry christmas" were the last words I remembered coming out of
my mouth in the dream...
onto what actually happened today at work...
I parked my car in the basement garage before leaving for the
hospital. I saw a pigeon lying on the ground with blood trailing
from its neck, a graceful death. So I decided to give it a proper
burial. I carefully picked it up with some towels, the back of
the pigeon was already covered in maggots.
The interesting part didn't come until after I was done with the
hopsital work. I came back to my car to find another pigeon, this
time a live one flying frantically nearby my car. It flew for a
few feet until it hit the wall, my car, and everything around it.
By the looks of what happened, I figured these pigeons were not too
bright to come down to the basement level and could not figure a way
out, so they stay there until they become fragile and gets hit by a
car. I attempted to catch this one so I could set it free, but
being the lazy ass who hasnt gotten any exercise since who knows when,
my aimless catches failed. I was about to give up until the
pigeon flew onto the top of my hood, so I had another idea. "I'll
just drive slow enough so that the pigeon doesn't fall off, and out of
the garage so the pigeon can be free." It worked nicely all the
way until I got out off the garage; as I was looking for a place to
park so I can get the bird off my car, this police car just happened to
be behind me. Here I was, driving 5mph, afraid of getting pulled
over for driving too slow (the irony is that exactly two nights ago I
almost got a ticket for speeding, thank you good-looking female officer
in her 20's  ). then all the sudden
I heard the bird's claws running above my car, I looked into my rear
mirror and saw the pigeon falling off the hood and stuck in between the
space of the my spare tire and the trunk. I immediately stopped
the car, ran outside, got the bird out, dropped it, and it ran under my
car. At this time one of my co-working therapist was walking to
the garage yelling "alex, what the fuck are you doing!?" I'd be
surpised too if I were him; here i was outside of my car lying in the
middle of the street trying to fish out a bird under my car with a
police behind me and a line of honking traffic behind him. It's
friggin 100 degrees outside and I was about to go berserk when i saw
the pigeon decided to nest under my car. "I give up, I'll just
slowly drive away hoping I won't run over this poor creature, it
probably won't move for another while". That worked nicely too, I
drove away to see the pigeon still lying in the middle of the streets,
exactly where it was. Just when I thought the situation couldn't
get any more awkward, my therapist friend decided to come down running,
imitating a kick while chasing the pigeon off the street. The
police now decided to turn off the siren. So po-po here got out
of the car and started yelling at my friend "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO
THAT? TRYING TO KICK AN INNOCENT CREATURE LIKE THAT!?" I drove
away laughing.
i believe that was the longest post i've ever written, there's probably
a lesson in both the dream and the experience today. feel free
to share thoughts 
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