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Happy Mothers' Day! Take today to remember your mommy and treat her special. Moms...gotta love 'em, you only have one. It is 6:46a.m. Yesterday morning I had a dragonboat practice. Mind you, this was after Friday's usual weight lifting...and today I am feeling the effects. My shoulders, buttocks, back and obliques are trashed, and for some strange reason, my calves are tender too. ..I don't appear to be a competitive person. Mark has always told me this from when we first started going out. But now he knows I am. I'm just a different kind of competitiveness that everyone associates with the word. "You're quiet," he said. To be competitive is to want to change, preferably for the better. You want to improve. You want to become stronger, faster, smarter, wiser, more cautious. In my books anyways. This competition can be split into the basic three: Man vs himself, man vs fate, man vs man. My wars with myself: becoming stronger. Fitter. Beating the personal best. Although I am lenient, still, to some degree. I compete with myself for becoming more involved, more aware and conscious. Versus fate. I admit, I am still a spring chicken...but I do worry about getting older, more wrinkly, and hard of hearing. I worry about the diseases that impact older asian women. There is no real way to combat fate, she'll still get you in the end. I guess the war here is with time then...to squeeze in enough things that I want to do in my life. I worry sometimes when I am without a game plan. It bothers me..this empty time slot where I am simply flailing about with no cause. And probably a favorite..man vs man. I think I only "pick" fights that I know I will win. That's a little sad. But I don't always win them either. When I work out, I strive to have better form, more reps, larger weights than the next person over. When I jog with friends, I jog until *they* say to walk. Even if it. kills. me. I used to be very competitive for academics. Then it all blew up in my face and I'm a bit more wiser with picking my fights. Competition? It's a matter of knowing and owning your strengths and weaknesses. It's striving and evolving to where and what you want to be. I'm not loud and open about what I'm trying to improve. It's not necessary to exclaim it to everyone anyways. But you keep it inside, because you're the scorekeeper and you will always know the score. How do you compete? I wish I had a camera yesterday. It's been very warm lately, like summer. And it is perfect beach weather. There were so many perfect pictures I would have liked to shoot, just to remember yesterday. Today is Mother's day. I do not know what we officially are doing. Maybe Japanese for dinner, or maybe I'll whip up some choux pastry, chili ribs, and veg..I do not know. I'm getting her Olivia Newton John that she mentioned last week, but I hardly think that she's expecting it because well...that's just my mom. So it'll be a good surprise. Friday night my family and I went for ice cream at Deliciouso Italian Gelato on Granville and West 65th. It was SO GOOD. I got black sesame, pistachio, and to-die-for Tiramisu. It was AMAZING. Seeing as how I already pigged out on ice cream that we made in lab on Thursday, as well as pigging out at McDonalds' after school on Friday, I didn't think it would do much damage to pig out some more. :p If you drop by, you simply MUST have Tiramisu. THAT was good stuff. Actually, all of it's good stuff. They also have Ferrero Rocher, a really fragrant pear ice cream, and lovely taro. It's not just good. It's SO GOOoood. They also have a haw flake-flavoured one. This one is special. What to haw flakes remind you of? Visit that above link there. That's me, two years and a couple months ago. It feels longer. I'd noticed that I'd been getting a lot of hits from that particular page, and in the last two months, on the JohnDoe site stats, I found out that there'd been ~50 odd searches done for Haw Flakes. Why are you people so intrigued by them? Please tell me. Ok. it is now 7:36a.m. Time to start my day and get some much-needed things done. I.e. reports, business plan, directed studies editing, ironing shirt, resumes printed out. Got everything done but my busines plan. And a report or two. :p Today was a GREAT day...but tomorrow will not be. It'll be busy, starting at six to get to the interview, rushing back against traffic afterwards. I've ironed my shirt. Edited resume. Half-packed the bag, ..I'm not even sure that I want this job. I got another offer yesterday regarding a plant that is closer to home. However, I don't know the details of that particular position. Man. I just want to *enjoy* my summer, rather than be slaved to it. I want dragonboat festival, tanning, swimming, picnics and hikes. I want a break. I don't want to let anyone down, either. Guess who I saw today??? One good, one bad. This morning, I rushed around searching for that elusive, Olivia NJ cd for my mother. Stumbled into A&B sound, walked up the wrong flight of stairs since I haven't been there in FOREVER. Wandered around the rock / pop section. Looked up, and there was Rory. Rory Michael James O'Sullivan. From that *evil* place of work just two years ago. What a co-in-kee-dink, eh? I guess he still works there because he also left the evil place of work, for a&b. Maybe I"ll visit him again some time so I can actually stop and chat instead of running towards the door because I was late. :\ Second person I saw today was "Jill", aka Ester from way back in high school who was your typical trampy chick who didn't think she was trampy. I guess you could say that we had a beef with each other after graduation because of something I ...actually posted on here, I think. :p Well it so happens that we were in the same GAP store, and I saw her and was going to say hi. I'm glance straight up at her, to find her pointing at me, and mumble to her boyfriend, "mi-chi-nun". FUCK. I'm a bitch??? Gimme a break. I left in a hurry. Uggh. Two visitations to the past; one leaves me with a smile, the other one makes me want to puke. g'nite.
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