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On the account of Daniel questioning what happened to my blogging... well here it is. Due to graduate busy work and spiralling bouts of guilt and a bit of anguish, i neglected LJ for a good stretch. Writing inspiration comes sporadically which is why i was on hiatus. I suppose that goes the same for some who haven't blogged in a while. Yes... i do read your blogs from time to time. I just don't know who reads mine.
The holidays have slipped by, almost seemingly in a blink, and now everything appears to crash back down to a monotonous day-2-day. That's commonly the feeling i get subsequent to New Year's. Time sure as shit flies quicker as i get older. As a youngster, i remember anticipating adulthood as if it were a heavenly period, urging the yearly calendar to accelerate a wee bit faster so i can grow up. Boy, was that such a naive thought. I warn some kids that adulthood is not all that it's cracked out to be, especially to those who believed the same 'ish i once bought into. Ben surely emphasized that to our former chinatown youngsters during dinner.
Speaking of which, I made a quasi-improvised trip to Smog Angeles for the sake of shits-n-giggles with some of the peeps i normally don't see down there. My first stop though was through Fresno for my first ever Hmong New Year, mainly for bboy jam but also acculturate amongst an Asian group barely anyone is aware of. I sure wish to attend more breaker events in general though. I can't say that HNY is an experience unique to any other cultural fair since it was mostly walking through a sea of people and checking out booths and venders. I can say Fresno has slightly colder winter days than the Bay Area. Dominic and Andrew were right when they mentioned, "There ain't shit else to do in Fresno."
LA is always a quickie get away trip given it's a cheap vacation, despite my *ahem* not-so-fond liking of the area, but it's always worth seeing friends that aren't exactly down a few blocks from where i live. The future Dr. Wu made a rare left coast appearance and of course we, the three stooges of Chinatown fame, did much reflection during a loooooong stay at Guppy's, as we always seem to do whenever shootin' the shit (referring to the reflection part). Thanks to Daniel and his bros, i've rediscovered the fun of mahjong, playing until '07 countdown. I suppose this is where i should state a resolution despite it being silly for an event dictating when resolutions should be made. I told Daniel i would write more (which i will), but come to think of it, i much rather (re)connect with old friends whom i rarely hear from. Funny [more like "ain't that a crying shame" funny] how friendships can hit a lull period until someone makes a concerted effort to revitalize it. It was too bad i wasn't able to see all the peeps i would have liked to catch up with.
Looking back on one fucking crazy year, with much more downs than ups, i almost feel as if it were one to forget for sanity's sake. I nearly watched my mother die in front of me, coming from the doctor in stating her survival chances being marginally thin. I should have spoken more often and openly of the incident, yet i always downplay it whenever i'm asked of "How's your mother doing?" There's much to discuss but i feel exhausted by it already. I might as well state all the dramatics in this one paragraph anyhow. 2 friends were also tragically killed within this past year, one being a college buddy and the other a friend's-through-association in Iraq. I now wonder of Grace's mother. I can't imagine her position but almost feel like i can.
If you wonder what i've been doing in place of LJing, well i've been participating in a forum posts consisting of plenty philosophical jargon. Here's a taste of the action....
This posting regards adoption
I am definately in the minority for this thought, and MANY will probably disagree with me...
When it comes to having your own child versus adoption, most would prefer the former rather than the latter. I hear from peeps adoption is not the same as spawning their own kin. Is it a conceivable feeling of ownership in the child when parents produce their own? My thought is this: when it comes down to raising a child with unconditional love, i believe it should not matter whether the child is of the parents' gene pool or from adoption. My genuine feeling is the "must have my genes in my child" idea is emphasized more than it should be (considerably overrated in other words), when unconditional love would/should eventually overrule that idea. Just my thought... perhaps a contravorsial one at that.
The holidays have slipped by, almost seemingly in a blink, and now everything appears to crash back down to a monotonous day-2-day. That's commonly the feeling i get subsequent to New Year's. Time sure as shit flies quicker as i get older. As a youngster, i remember anticipating adulthood as if it were a heavenly period, urging the yearly calendar to accelerate a wee bit faster so i can grow up. Boy, was that such a naive thought. I warn some kids that adulthood is not all that it's cracked out to be, especially to those who believed the same 'ish i once bought into. Ben surely emphasized that to our former chinatown youngsters during dinner.
Speaking of which, I made a quasi-improvised trip to Smog Angeles for the sake of shits-n-giggles with some of the peeps i normally don't see down there. My first stop though was through Fresno for my first ever Hmong New Year, mainly for bboy jam but also acculturate amongst an Asian group barely anyone is aware of. I sure wish to attend more breaker events in general though. I can't say that HNY is an experience unique to any other cultural fair since it was mostly walking through a sea of people and checking out booths and venders. I can say Fresno has slightly colder winter days than the Bay Area. Dominic and Andrew were right when they mentioned, "There ain't shit else to do in Fresno."
LA is always a quickie get away trip given it's a cheap vacation, despite my *ahem* not-so-fond liking of the area, but it's always worth seeing friends that aren't exactly down a few blocks from where i live. The future Dr. Wu made a rare left coast appearance and of course we, the three stooges of Chinatown fame, did much reflection during a loooooong stay at Guppy's, as we always seem to do whenever shootin' the shit (referring to the reflection part). Thanks to Daniel and his bros, i've rediscovered the fun of mahjong, playing until '07 countdown. I suppose this is where i should state a resolution despite it being silly for an event dictating when resolutions should be made. I told Daniel i would write more (which i will), but come to think of it, i much rather (re)connect with old friends whom i rarely hear from. Funny [more like "ain't that a crying shame" funny] how friendships can hit a lull period until someone makes a concerted effort to revitalize it. It was too bad i wasn't able to see all the peeps i would have liked to catch up with.
Looking back on one fucking crazy year, with much more downs than ups, i almost feel as if it were one to forget for sanity's sake. I nearly watched my mother die in front of me, coming from the doctor in stating her survival chances being marginally thin. I should have spoken more often and openly of the incident, yet i always downplay it whenever i'm asked of "How's your mother doing?" There's much to discuss but i feel exhausted by it already. I might as well state all the dramatics in this one paragraph anyhow. 2 friends were also tragically killed within this past year, one being a college buddy and the other a friend's-through-association in Iraq. I now wonder of Grace's mother. I can't imagine her position but almost feel like i can.
If you wonder what i've been doing in place of LJing, well i've been participating in a forum posts consisting of plenty philosophical jargon. Here's a taste of the action....
This posting regards adoption
I am definately in the minority for this thought, and MANY will probably disagree with me...
When it comes to having your own child versus adoption, most would prefer the former rather than the latter. I hear from peeps adoption is not the same as spawning their own kin. Is it a conceivable feeling of ownership in the child when parents produce their own? My thought is this: when it comes down to raising a child with unconditional love, i believe it should not matter whether the child is of the parents' gene pool or from adoption. My genuine feeling is the "must have my genes in my child" idea is emphasized more than it should be (considerably overrated in other words), when unconditional love would/should eventually overrule that idea. Just my thought... perhaps a contravorsial one at that.