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Who I Am

Freaky Incidents in the Night…

There were a couple of freaky, strange incidents last night around bedtime/during my sleep. My Monday was a pretty bad one, so I decided I would “fix” things by just going to bed early. I was lying in bed, about to drift off to sleep; heard my neighbors upstairs walking around, and just thought to myself, “Hm, they must be home.”

Suddenly, I heard a noise within my apartment; I became scared, thinking that someone or something had broken into my apartment. I quickly thought–did I lock my doors? How could someone/something get in without me knowing?

The noise occurred a few more times, until I finally decided I had to get up and turn on the lights to see who or what was there. I looked around my room, and I saw along the wall closest to the back door–a huge bug (some say it was probably a cockroach, yikes!). It was crawling on the wall a little, then it flew/jumped to the floor! I screamed to myself, and then, took one of my shoes and proceeded to stomp it to death. I promptly flushed the dead body down the toilet.

Then, I went to sleep.

A few hours later, I awoke, feeling nauseous and dehydrated. I had cried a lot before bed (over some issues from work), so all that crying must have depleted my body of water. I first went to the kitchen to pour myself some water. Then, feeling like I was about to vomit, I ran to the bathroom to make sure I didn’t vomit in the middle of the floor.

However, nothing came out, and nothing ever did come out during that one hour I stayed awake (it was the middle of the night, too). I kept going back and forth between my bed and my bathroom, not sure of which place was best. I felt a fever rise within me, and felt chills as well. I panicked, thinking that I would have to call 911 or something.

After awhile though, I fell back asleep.

The next morning, I woke up and felt fine. It was as if it were all a nightmare I had dreamed up. Yet, it was all indeed real.

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mistake Work Diaries

Mistakes and questions.

Mistakes. How big can one be before one decides, “Maybe it’s too late”? How big or little can one be before the boss thinks “Oh, she’s not too bright”?

Making mistakes in any situation is a given, as nobody is perfect. But how come I feel that every time a mistake is committed, my intelligence is being questioned? How come I am expected to know certain things that were never taught to me before?

Perhaps I have led a sheltered life even up until last year. So how do I become un-sheltered?

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#foodie friends Japan Japanese food

Sushi Party Memories.

Today was one of my (few) days off, and I spent it at my friends’ house. Their roommate had a great idea to have a sushi party for the evening, so we prepared all the raw fish/toppings and cooked a lot of rice. There were five of us eating around a small table in their living room; we had all sorts of sushi, including unagi (eel), maguro, uni, and lots of others. I felt a bit of nostalgia/happiness within me as I enjoyed the camaraderie we had tonight. Cutting up the sashimi, preparing the rice with the rice vinegar, watching dumb funny movies…

We’re only young once, after all.

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time Work Diaries

The freedom that comes.

I find that whenever I get to go home early from work (around 1 or 2 pm), I become so excited now. Just knowing that I have the rest of the day to myself makes me ten times happier….probably because it seems that lately I really lack a lot of time to myself. No real free time–the past two weeks or so I feel like all I do is work all day, come home, cook dinner, shower, and then go to bed. Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat. I have been putting off a lot of things lately because of such a rushed routine.

I realize that probably once I find a real 9-5 job that things won’t be much different than they are right now. Granted, if I find myself working at an office again, I won’t be using as much physical muscle then. I’ll be using more of my intellect, which I guess will be a needed change.

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Busride Observations My San Francisco Chronicles observation transportation

Arguments among the old San Franciscans…

A scene on the bus today after work–

Old man: “People have no right to be cruel to the bus driver. The bus drivers work very hard. You need to show some respect to them.”
Old lady: “Uh huh, okay, okay…” (not really listening)
Old man: “That’s right, people shouldn’t flag down the bus driver and expect for him or her to wait for them; show some respect. Some people are so rude.”
Old lady: “Okay…” (shakes her head “no” and waves the guy down to make him stop talking)
Old man: “Oh yeah? Well same to you! It’s people like you who are not natives to San Francisco that make the city bad!”
Old lady: “Oh, YEAH? Well, I’VE LIVED IN SAN FRANCISCO FOR 50 YEARS NOW, I am not an immigrant!”
Old man: “Well I’ve lived here for 75 years, so you shut your trap. All these immigrants need to just go home.”