I've been wondering all day why just one sock always disappears and where it goes to...

I'm going with Lester, Young, and Andy to the New Order Concert tonight. I mentioned this to people throughout the past week, and interestingly, most of the conversations went something like this:

Me: "I'm going to the New Order concert this Friday!"
Asian friend: "Who are they? I don't think I know them."
Me: "Wha?! How can you not know New Order? C'mon, the song Bizarre Love Triangle? It's like the national anthem of Asian America? OMG."

So, I've concluded that:
1. Most of my current friends are too young.
2. Or, I'm just way outdated.
3. Asian Americans from the Midwest/East Coast do not inhabit the same country as Asian Californians.
4. And apparently, New Order is still together... I'm guilty for not knowing either.
5. The audience is going to filled with old fogies with their prime in the 80's, like me.

*EDIT* In addition to the friends mentioned above, we ended up sitting with Connie's group of friends and waved to Karisa & Brian's group from afar. I also bumped into one of my co-workers, Jeanie, who was with Andrew. Plus I know Jocelyn and Vicky were somewhere amongst the masses... Yup, all old fogies. At least New Order played the classics to appease us...

I'm so honored to work with fellow pediatric residents who care about the community we serve. As poor as we are (not to mention the debt we all carry), most of us have donated our own money to put together our own Patient Care Fund. We intend to help pay for medications when our needy patients can't afford it. To date, I think we've pooled together over $10,000. My additional contribution comes in the form of a logo for our Fund... ta da!

So, yea, not really looking forward to tomorrow. Or the entire next month for that matter. My sanity is at stake.

Care packages will be graciously accepted...

I feel the need to wander aimlessly and just get lost. Then, maybe when I find my way again, I'll know I'm supposed to be where I'm at.

My kind friend and host, Alice.

Rick & Bich's Wedding Day

The Chang's in beautiful Laguna Niguel.

Old TAFers: Tim, Rick & Bich, Liz (& Dylan), Euger, and me.

Overnight at Huntington Beach with Anna. She's from Duke.

Reunions with Euger & Tim. Dinner with med school friend, Nina.

A visit by Celia.

Dinner with Anna, Paul, Theresa, and Duke friend Lawrence.

I'm visiting LA right now. The weekend starts early for me. I really need this break.

My new photo art blog: Still Digital. For once, comments welcome.

The reason I love driving is because it is the only time when I feel like I have total control over my direction in life. I know where I've come from and where I'm going to. Detours are completely up to me.

Cheesecake for breakfast.

I'm glad I finally got a chance to watch Welly's musical, Making Tracks, with some good company. The tragedies of life, our persistence through it all, the realization that love and hope permeate through the generations - I suppose these are themes that are eternal and universal.

Yay! Connie is here for the weekend!

The other day, a real Native American powwow caught my attention, so I stopped to observe for a little bit. It's amazing how much pride and dignity a community can have, and I wondered if this is how "outsiders" looking upon my community of Taiwanese Americans feel. Well, I'm sure our circumstances are quite different even as marginalized Americans, but at the very least, we both struggle to preserve and declare our unique identities. The thought also occurred to me how embarrassing it is that my alma mater still has a prancing "chief" as a sports team mascot. Might as well be a dancing "oriental" man...




As I was driving home today, I noticed a chopper hovering over Berkeley. Once I got closer to campus, I realized it was part of a police force in the air and on the ground monitoring a protest/strike on campus. It's good to know that peaceful demonstration and the pursuit of social justice is alive and well in Berkeley. I actually parked my car and joined the crowd for awhile. It feels good to support a good and worthy cause.

My poor laptop was misbehaving, and so it has been sent off to Neverland to regain some youthfulness. But please let it come back within two weeks, because I don't think happy thoughts will keep me completely occupied in the meantime.

What's that word again? Motivation? I need some of that.

@$#^&! Once in awhile, I'm #^&@# entitled to mutter a few too many @$*#& expletives. @*$^@!

[sitting at our computers across the country]
HoChie71: i'm eating gummy bears. the same humongous bag you gave me.
0oGuay: i should break that open tonight
0oGuay: i have one somewhere
HoChie71: it's darn good
0oGuay: yum. opened the gummy bears
HoChie71: ready?
HoChie71: cheers
0oGuay: yum
HoChie71: i'm glad i can share a gummy bear moment with you.

[half an hour later]
0oGuay: i've moved on and am eating tofu now
HoChie71: haha.
HoChie71: me, i've moved on to grapefruit....
0oGuay: wah, i was about to eat grapefruit
0oGuay: but decided on something hot
HoChie71: we are so in tune.
HoChie71: cheers!

I went to sleep at 4 am after attacking part of my long-overdue laundry. But, then at 7 am, I got called in to work because someone was sick. I swear, some Irish dude probably stole all my luck this past week. Gimme my share back, dammit. I am bitter.

I listened to a lecture on Teeth and Cavities today. It obviously did me no good. Already, I've had two cookies, a cup of coffee saturated with sugar, a large bubble tea, servings of gummy bears, some cheese, and lots of fruit-flavored juice - all of which promote a fermenting environment that all those nasty bacteria thrive in. I'm reminded of my recent viewing of the documentary film Supersize Me showing all the detrimental effects of eating fast-food for a month. Well, promptly after watching that movie, I got hungry for some fries and a burger.

I think I have no willpower.

When it comes to chores, I've determined that there are three unique stages of development. The first is the "Hmm, Time To Do It" stage. In my case, "it" refers to the laundry. I passed this stage about a month ago. The second stage is the "OMG, It's Way Too Much To Do Today." I've been lingering in this belief for the past two weeks, as evidenced by my four rather large mounds of clothes-wreaking-of-who-knows-what-smell-that-is occupying my bedroom floor. Yes, I did say four, since now I can actually make categories of White, Light Color/Beiges, Dark Color, and Black. The final stage is the "Oh Damn, Rate Limiting Factor" event. This is characterized by the fact that one can count down how many pieces of critical elements are left. And when I say elements, I'm referring to my clean underwear. It may refer to dishes or edible food products in your case. So, yea, I have about three pairs of underwear left. Never mind that these leftovers don't fit very well nor exist in the same quality as in their heyday some four or five years ago.

So, as D-Day approaches, I'm either going to shape up and Do The Damn Chore Cuz I Have To or start getting really creative. I'll let your imaginations run...

I'm tired and unmotivated today. It's time for a dose of cure-it-all Sunset.

And, I guess a glass of wine couldn't hurt either.

I seriously need more excitement in my life. And a little drama. Sitting around at home, watching TV, and eating gummy bears isn't doing it for me.

It's a gloomy day, and I'm in a gloomy mood. Gloom sucks.

BBQ Dinner for Michelle.

A group of my colleagues went to Berkeley to speak to a class of pre-med majors about life in residency, our careers as doctors, and everything in between. Toward the end, one person asked, "Will I have a better chance of becoming a doctor if I wear glasses?" Well, that answer should be obvious.