wow. 73-year old Kenyan grandfather kills a leopard with his bare hands.

No, my mother isn't dead nor do I have breast cancer. But I understand that my chances are higher than average, seeing that colon and breast cancer are the only heriditary cancers. How burdening it would be to keep such a heavy secret locked away for years. This struck my eye while I was browsing this link, thanks to Lily, cuz it seemed so close to home.

As soon as I got back up to Davis, I scheduled another examination of a large lump on my boob. The 1st time 7 months ago the doctor said it was nothing; I knew better. I went with my gut and got a 2nd opinion today, turns out to be a mysterious boil of some sort that might need surgery. Its definately not breast cancer. I'll get the test results on Friday to be certain whether I need surgery.

I am scared out of my mind. Its gonna drain some financial aid, but tis necessary.

On a lighter note, a 13 yr old boy approached me and started rapping and dancing to me. I wanted to bust out laughing but instead I gave him my angry Asian girl stare. I ran another 3 miles today. A guy I've never met before asked me 3 times to play water polo with him. And in a few hours I'll be drinking my night away in celebration of Nancy's 20th.

So square.

Today was my first day of internship at an Optical Lab, so I dressed business casual to be on the safe side. Apparently, black trousers and a sleeveless lavender V-neck is WAY overdressed. I stood out like a cow in the Amazon Forest the moment I stepped in.

The folks working the floors were wearing socks with soccer slides, basketball jerseys, flip flops, cleavage plunging tops, and my supervisor, Lisa, cut out the entire backside of her blouse to show a huge tattoo of her 3 children. Of 40 employees, I'm literally the only person without visable tattoos, facial piercings, dreadlocks, or all of the above. Why am I so damn square?

At least I don't have to wait till the end of my internship to get the rook and snug ear piercings that I wanted. My duties are quite random. Magic, the secretary, tested me on computer skills and optometry terms. Then I popped out lenses and traced really expensive, cool looking frames with Margarita. Lisa then taught me the ordering, processing, and shipping process of glasses. Lastly, I sent notices out to optometrists with an 11-yr old girl in a white mini skirt, the owner's grandaughter I assume. Yes, so that's my first day. My preconception of what a lab should look like has diminished.

Fun times in SF with Amy yesterday. I can't believe how much joy that old fashion photo booth gave us. Its so addicting! Instant gratification in the form of 4 vertical black and white pictures makes me want to watch Amelie all over again.

My perfect home would be accessorized with an old photo booth that all my visitors would step into before they leave. Then I'll always have a snapshot of everyone whose ever stepped into my life. And if they have beef with me, they can easily tell me off by holding a placard stating "Fuck you, go to hell". Or maby the opposite "I <3 You". As the saying goes, pictures are worth a thousand words.

To summarize my week of summer:

EAT with different ppl
SHOP with different ppl
Doing crunches until my abs BURN

Oh yes, I forgot to add Mah Jong, Comedy Sports, and SF adventures. There, thats my summer in a nutshell. I should add a picture to this post once i get my USB cord back.

Whatever happened to hobbies? I find myself checking my ucdavis email account 5 times a day, knowing that there's no new mail. I do this almost everyday, sometimes more or less. Its almost an obsession that I can't stray away from. And when I come home tomorrow afternoon, there's gonna be no internet and no computer (thanks to lovely pops who miraculously overheated both his computers and laptop).

How am I going to function again without a keyboard and monitor to stare at hours on end?

Anyways, call the cell-y if you don't see me on AIM.

Ahhh DooooO GIT!

Its 30 minutes from June 11th and no finals have been taken. Damn you UC Davis and your ridiculously late scheduling. Everyday I just get more and more impatient to start my summer already. This blazing humid heat is hard to concentrate through.

I'd like to take more pictures and post my entire blog full of visuals cuz most of the time I don't feel like writing. Writing doesn't tell much. There's too much room left to read between the lines and misanalyze things. It filters out heavier, taboo, more emotionally attached issues and lets through whatever it wants the reader to read. Even if the only reader is the writer.

If we all wore our hearts on our sleeves and REALLY wrote what's on our minds, it'd probably read: "Give me a drink and let's hook up tonite; I want to beat that guy/girl up; I hate the new gf/bf; That guy and I should totally start a relationship; I miss sex; and the very basic statement: I like blank person." Some of these are such basic thoughts that won't make it to any of our writings anytime soon. Well maby mine, but I have no one to pertain these thoughts to. The explanations to certain subjects are too dear, complex, and fragile to be expressed in its most accurate form. And sometimes a piece is so frighteningly true that you don't want to read it.

Note to self: bring the camera out more

Its the middle of June... and raining. Is it also raining in the bay?

Anyways my waist hurts. I think I'm outgrowing my underwear. Stupid size XS. Another sign that I'm just getting fatter. Must restart my workout regimen this summer cuz I simply cannot afford to buy any more jeans (or undies). For now, I'll just wear sweats to finals.

7 more days till summer!

Crunch time. Its gonna be work work work from now on till FOREVER.

Last midterm, finals, testing to be a tutor (imagine taking finals from all intro science courses all over again), chemistry summer school, optical lab internship, work, physics summer school, setting up the pre-optometry club website, more work, etc... On one hand, I'm looking forward to summer and on the other, I'm not.

This schedule is looker more and more like an adult's. I don't wanna work the rest of my life. I want to eat an In-N-Out burger with a neopolitan shake and animal fries any time of day. I want to wear eccentric necklaces, earrings, destroyed jeans and flip flops. I want to browse eBay, read the newspaper, and jump in the pool after eating a bowl of peanut butter Captain Crunch. I'm not ready for obligations, and yet there's already so many.