The char-siu-bau po is back... (Refer to March 17, 2003 entry for reference.)   So today at the restaurant, it was to my chagrin to see her so amused to see me all "grown up".  she was commenting on how i've become a handsome young gentleman.  And i'm thinking, wow... i must have been such a scrub with a high whiny voice before.  the question always comes up, 'so do you have a girlfriend?' .. "No.. i don't...i'm not interested in a gf right now.."  Then they always changeup the tone, "ahhh.. good!  couples these days, don't know what they're heading into.. blah blah blah..."  but i got the chance to practice some of my broken-japanese with her and her family...

"you know.. i took some japanese before... can i practice? ...ehhh to, tabemono wa oishii desu ka.."

...  ..

"ah sumi masen, watashi no nihongo mou wasureta."  (i can just see jeng san and shilpa laughing right now..)

fortunately, the only person who understood japanese was the grandma, (since she had married a chinese guy, and they hadn't kept their japanese heritage)...and the grandma was quite forgiving for my crappy nihongo.  Then she's like, "you know.. I heard you're going to seattle...let me tell you, my grreat-granddaughter is applyin to U-dub next year..!"   The look on her face, i knew what she was hinting at...    i'm not even gonna think about it.

But.  If she makes char-siu-bau or sushi as well as her grandma, maybe i'll be her friend, make her become my god-sister.  

==>  relearning japanese, brushing up on physiology/o-chem

==> watching canto series, "The 'W' Files"...  The heroine (yoyo mung), is a doctor, a singer, and a detective... she can also fight.  Wow, she's really pretty too.

Yesterday in orgo lab we had a fire alarm, and when we all congregated on 33rd street outside the Chem building, i see this old man in crutches coming my way.  He looked familiar.  As he inched closer, i then recalled the face, it was Alan McDamaird.  Dr. Alan McDamaird, the dude who won the Nobel Prize in chemistry a couple years back.  To add to the craziness, he sat down next to me on the steps.  I thought... wow, if i'm already sitting on the steps, trying to act all cool and hard, then what's this dude up to?  i thought, if one more person sits next to me on the steps, then we'd be blocking the steps pathway, and we'd be rebels.  Go alan.   but i was shy, and so i didn't create conversation.  I knew he specialized in synthetic or inorganic chemistry, but i can't just be like, "hey, i'm kenny, i'm taking orgo lab.  you're my hero."  So we just sat there like two peas in a pod, and i tried to absorb as much information from him via osmosis.  10 minutes... is quite enough..  most people can only dream of receiving so much information in their entire lifetimes.  so after the drill, i proceeded with the lab with renewed vigor... the two base extraction, trimyristin and ether extraction, no problem!  i felt like i knew everything... and i ended up finishing the lab an hour early, even with the drill.  thank you, Alan!

Voice Messages

...when you don't check your voice mail for weeks at a time, and you end up with like 9 messages..

"hey baby, give me a call when you get this message, aight? BYEE!!"  (thing is i couldn't figure out who's voice that was)

"Hey ken, I can’t believe it, your cell phone is so stoop-bid.  Anyways, I’m calling from Australia and you’re not picking up.  Umh, I just wanted to see how the housing for summer is going, because you haven’t replied to my emails yet.. can you email or call me back pleez??" 

"Hey ken, ssup.. Funny funny voicemail.. umhh, so are we still up for the paper thing tonight? Umhh, so yeah…  just call me back and uhh, I’ll probably be here.. so give me a call and we’ll meet up. Cool.  Alright I’ll talk to you later. " (so i ending up standing my friend up )

"Hey ken, umhh..it’s Kathy.  I’m really really  sorry, but I just woke up. So obviously you’re now at the photo lab, uhh, I hope you didn’t wait there for too long.. umhh, I’m guessing you won’t be needing it since your project is due in one hour so…"  

"Hey Ken, it’s Johnny, umh we’re meeting in south right now, okay see ya soon.. not fresh grocer, but high rise south, okay see ya, bye."  (not fresh grocer, but high rise south!)

"You have no more messages."

i have some funny friends.

Portrait of the Healer (iNFp) 

Healer Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in striving for their ends, and informative and introverted in their interpersonal relations. Healer present a seemingly tranquil, and noticiably pleasant face to the world, and though to all appearances they might seem reserved, and even shy, on the inside they are anything but reserved, having a capacity for caring not always found in other types. They care deeply-indeed, passionately-about a few special persons or a favorite cause, and their fervent aim is to bring peace and integrity to their loved ones and the world.

Healers have a profound sense of idealism derived from a strong personal morality, and they conceive of the world as an ethical, honorable place. Indeed, to understand Healers, we must understand their idealism as almost boundless and selfless, inspiring them to make extraordinary sacrifices for someone or something they believe in. The Healer is the Prince or Princess of fairytale, the King's Champion or Defender of the Faith, like Sir Galahad or Joan of Arc. Healers are found in only 1 percent of the general population, although, at times, their idealism leaves them feeling even more isolated from the rest of humanity.

 Healers seek unity in their lives, unity of body and mind, emotions and intellect, perhaps because they are likely to have a sense of inner division threaded through their lives, which comes from their often unhappy childhood. Healers live a fantasy-filled childhood, which, unfortunately, is discouraged or even punished by many parents. In a practical-minded family, required by their parents to be sociable and industrious in concrete ways, and also given down-to-earth siblings who conform to these parental expectations, Healers come to see themselves as ugly ducklings. Other types usually shrug off parental expectations that do not fit them, but not the Healers. Wishing to please their parents and siblings, but not knowing quite how to do it, they try to hide their differences, believing they are bad to be so fanciful, so unlike their more solid brothers and sisters. They wonder, some of them for the rest of their lives, whether they are OK. They are quite OK, just different from the rest of their family-swans reared in a family of ducks. Even so, to realize and really believe this is not easy for them. Deeply committed to the positive and the good, yet taught to believe there is evil in them, Healers can come to develop a certain fascination with the problem of good and evil, sacred and profane. Tutors are drawn toward purity, but can become engrossed with the profane, continuously on the lookout for the wickedness that lurks within them. Then, when Healers believe thay have yielded to an impure temptation, they may be given to acts of self-sacrifice in atonement. Others seldom detect this inner turmoil, however, for the struggle between good and evil is within the Healer, who does not feel compelled to make the issue public.