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Every second, life changes and the past and the present are either remembered or forgotten.

What do you make an effort to remember? What do you forget?
What will you be remembered for?
Will you be remembered or forgotten?

Late update

Sorry I have not updated weekly as I intended.

New Hangout

So I hung out with Julie and one of her friends, Daniel, and we all really hit it off and decided to commit to writing regularly with each other. It was so refreshing hanging out with people that you could talk about anything with from work to family to passions to religion...and fun that we share a hobby. It was just oh so refreshing...like running through the sprinkler on a hot day...or like opening a can of soda to hear that first pressure of air get released.

Oh yea, and the food at Artist Cafe is really really good too.

http://www.yelp.com/biz/cafe-artist-restaurant-garden-grove

We got chicken wings in tamarind sauce (that was my fav), fried frog legs, and bo luc lac ("shaken beef" in English?...it's diced beef basically with veggies...so JUICY). Yum yum.

Cooking New Food

My sister and I made Creamy Wild Rice Chicken Soup...but more her. It was delicious.

I've been lazy about this Cooking New Food one... :-( Perhaps some inspiration...or join me in cooking?

New Activities

Sawdust Art Festival

I went with my friend, Henoc, and it was the weirdest thing for us. We had a free ticket but it's like $6 admission in Laguna Beach. People showcase their art and sell them. Some look nice and some look really hand-made...all for high/over-priced prices. Everyone there, including Santa (haha), was white...except for Henoc and me. We were good with checking out the entire place and all the booths in less than an hour.

(I took some pictures, but I can't find my camera right now.)

Carving- snowboarding

I've been snowboarding a few times, but I always use heel side. I was inspired by Brian to carve, and I totally ate it in the snow...over and over again. I don't think I've ever been that sore...to the point where it hurt to just get up from the bed. Really really painful...my arms were really sore and it hurt to lift things, my stomach would hurt when I laughed, my knees were bruised. Anyway, I feel a lot better now, so I will stop crying about it. I think I will have to look up how to carve next time before I eat it again.

Publish Post

"Nhau" (verb)

I could never figure an exact English equivalent for the word, "nhau."

VERB

1. To have a good time with people.

Everyday, I walk from Point A to Point B, without half a glance at the in-between. Focused, driven, efficient. Tasks to-do and tasks completed. Organized in my head like check-lists. Done by this deadline.

But when I pass by people who are "nhau-ing," I see their bright red faces radiant with sun-like joy. They share their food and their drinks. They share their day-to-day, their experiences, their work, their love lives, their families, their past, their future, their reflections, spewing in one necessary session to release themselves. Stress and problems and cares are left until the next day. For today, they cheer with glasses, cups, cans, bottles, all raised up into the air, for things shared and for things forgotten. They cheer with anything because it really doesn't matter the form of container or the type of liquid. Moments are immortalized in times like this: times with friends, times with family, times with people.

In good company,

time

freezes.

2. To drink.

I'm the hero of the Party Poopers, a legitimate reason for them to go home. I'm the customer of the Baby Sitters, another reason for them to stay in business.

They call me the "one shot wonder." I'm a wonder...with one gulp of the invisible, my mind immediately blurs...and I wonder why it happens to no one else. I become red with scorching heat. I'm red with blood pulsating through my body. I'm red with an extra dose of emotions racing through my veins. I become red with silence. I'm red with sleep.

I'm a wonder, and I wonder why the molten liquid that is thoroughly enjoyed by most, even addictive to some, can burn my flesh so. I'm red with envy because the activity that bonds so many together in a communal state of inhibition and carelessness makes me puke.

Drinking or "nhau-ing"-- Everyone does it. It scares me. It isolates me.

Fresh Start

I said I would do new things, so here they are:

New Hangout
Last weekend, I met up with Mylinh in Downey. We tried to go to the popular Portos, but it was closed so we instead ended up going to a Chinese restaurant nearby. I met her at a mutual friend's going away party, and she's been active in trying to hang out with me, so we finally hung out. I'm so so glad I went. She's really cool.

She taught me the importance of not fearing and just being active in asking people to hang out if you want to get to know them. A lot of people (including myself sometimes) thinks it's weird to initiate or are scared that they may think I'm weird if I ask, but seriously...what's the worse that could happen?

New Activity

I went to an archery class with my friend, James. Bull's eye!

Orange County Archery

18792 Brookhurst St.

Fountain Valley, CA 92708

714-965-1125

$22 (including rentals) for a one-hour class where they teach newbies like me and him. It was cool...so random. The class is Sun 2-3pm or 3-4pm, but go to the later one...they let us stay an hour afterwards since there was no other class waiting. ;-)

Archery is something I've never done before. I used a 16lb bow. The arrow has a little nitch to fit into the string of the bow. There are different kinds of bows: bare bow, long bow, commander (I think that's the right word?...I think...it doesn't look like the bow you would imagine...it looks more complicated and often has a "sight" to see exactly where you're shooting and a trigger). It has 3 fan things on the tail and one particular one should be pointed towards you.

James and I also met this guy, Chu Dung ("Zung"). He was really cool and let us shoot his heavy red bow too. His bow was so so sexy....it was a sports car red. Italian bow, he said. He was really friendly, and he told us that he started because he saw a movie where one of the characters started archery, so one day he just decided to do it, and he fell in love with it. He shoots at last 100 arrows a day, and won a California championship for the bare bow. He also teaches archery privately for $30 an hour. I thought that was really cool...just giving yourself the opportunity to step out of your comfort zone to try something new and working at it hard enough to be top of your game. I really hope to see him again...or shoot with him again. :-)

New Dish
Ok...I kinda cheated on this one. Yes it is a dish I never made before, but I used the instant noodle packet to make it. I got out of work at 8pm, so I just whipped the dried instant noodle packet together with leftover Thanksgiving ham and tomatoes and greens (don't know what it's called but I eat it a lot...if you knwo w). My sister and I liked it.

For next time: Looking back on it, I should have added green onion. I'll also actually COOK a real dish next time...from scratch (or close to scratch).