Things of no importance.

It seems to me that I happen to think of writing a new post a little more often than actually writing one. Just FYI. Also… I think I’m going to start the whole cheese thing again. I’m jonesing for some good Gouda. (Pun?)

My internship is almost over. I have less and less to do now, except for the one project that I cannot stand, of course. That and the miscellaneous chatting I have on the work-network that I have access to (Since they banned facebook, I suppose this is one of the smaller privileges I can actually take advantage of.) Things are slow here. Nothing to do, all those three months, down the drain. I’m quite glad I’m going back to school.

On that note, I do have to confess that a lot of self-discovery has happened this summer. Much of it to do with how I feel unused and how there is so much languor in my days of working at the plant. I mean its interesting, but nothing here elicits any fervor in me. I have no purpose here. I don’t feel like I’m making much of a difference in the world if I calculate some flow rate or another here. In that sense, I realized that my purpose involves going to graduate school and doing research in biological systems. Shortly after that realization, I had another one. I realized that doing a second internship in the fall, one that will effectively throw away a whole semester that should be used to finish up my last year, is totally the wrong move in my life. Thank God I have parents who are supportive of my academic passion, even when the alternative involves buckets of money. I’m so glad to have been shown a little bit of what God has in store for me. I mean, people look all the time for a direction in life, and I was one of those people for the past two years, at least. Then suddenly, utter clarity. Not complete clarity. Just enough, to get me where I need to be in the next phase of my life.

I didn’t get to read as many books as I would have liked. I got so far as to finish Ender’s Game and Ender’s Shadow. I even had Persuasion on audiobook during my two-hour drives home and back. But all that pales in comparison to the Kite Runner.

One of the greatest books I had the pleasure of listening to.

Listening to this on audiobook might be a mistake though. It literally moved me to tears, and I was sobbing so hard on the interstate I had to park on the shoulder and get a hold of myself. It made me cry three times. Not once. Not even twice. Three times. That is amazing. I don’t cry over stupid sappy love stories, and this amazing adventure of two boys, from childhood friendship, through troubled puberty, through incomplete adolescence, and finally, absolution–was an entire genre of its own. It is a masterpiece so well-written, and so breathtaking, none of the books I have so far read can compare. Now that is saying something*.

I plan to cook Sweet and Sour Chicken soon. I just don’t think I’ll post a picture of it on here though. I think I’m going to use the Kikkoman Sweet and Sour Sauce for the basis of the taste, and just drown well-sauteed chicken in sauteed bell peppers, carrots, and some soysauce. Then mix in a can of pineapple chunks and just go by trial and error. I feel like the BAMF of novice cooks. I love the fact that I’m Asian. I’m so excited to be living off-campus this school year! (Okay, end of vapid outbursts of how awesome I am. And how awesome my poolside** apartment will be.)

Also, just as a note (since I don’t believe in publicizing very intimate and personal thoughts—hmm, makes you wonder why I’m blogging…makes me wonder why I AM blogging…), I think there’s a very real possibility that I like someone… and that they like me back. I mean, I’ve never had anyone like me back I think. In fact, I think we developed our somewhat still-unfounded feelings at about the same time and rate because of all those miscellaneous chats, that all started with a story involving two girly cocktails and a shot, and one weird elevator ride. But I digress (or am becoming too specific, and am fearful for my little heart!), I just thought I’d mention that as a thought.***

So yeah, I am now 44 minutes behind my schedule of Sleep. Sleep is good. Unless you’d rather do something else, then it becomes a bother. Or rather, sleep is overrated until you do it. Then it’s awesome. Yes that thinking is not my own, sadly enough. But I was there (in facebook spirit) when it was thought of, and verbalized, and made permanent as a double status between myself and my brother.

Less than three to all of you who will never read this blog. <3

*I read. It is one of the thing I do best. I used to dabble mostly in the young adult genre, but nowadays, I find nothing to hold my interest in there. I hate how everything seem less and less meaningful in that area. Everything is so superficial in that genre nowadays, everywhere I look its vampire this and vampire that. Suck it.

**Yeah, you read right. Poolside.

***Makes you wonder how long I can write about the entire thing if that paragraph can count as a note. I know, my friends hate it too.

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