| HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAEWON!!!
22!!!!!!
ENJOY THE DAY!!!
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| I know I promised to update on my trip in china but for some reason,
xanga doesn't work. so i've got all this bottled up somewhere up in my
head. we'll start backwards....
the flight from china got delayed for about 1 and a half hour because
some dude got sick and had to leave the plane. as a result, they had to
find is luggage and thanks to the airtraffic at the airport, we lost
our window to get on the runway. 11 hours of flight wasn't that bad
except for the getting sick part. We land in SanFran around 10:00 am
having missed our connecting flight. In our good fortune, another
flight from Shang Hai was also delayed and we arrived pretty much at
the same time. There was a mad dash to go claim our luggage. We waited
in line for about 3 hours trying to find a flight to houston through
continental. Furthermore, as we were going through security, the whole
family gets flagged and goes through a "random special search." We all
go through a huge door and have air blown at us from all angles to make
sure we don't have a bomb. Then each of our 6 carry on items were hand
searched by like 5 different people. We finally make it through all
this and there is like another 3 hours before the flight at 6 putting
us arriving in houston at around midnight with the time difference. At
this point, i'm pretty much tired, have a running nose, and a headache.
I sit down and doze off for about an hour before 3 ladies decided to
sit down next to me and start telling each other their life stories. Of
all the places they could have picked to sit... sigh. I get on the
plane and pretty much sleep through the entire thing until the plane
starts the descend. I suddenly feel a pulsing pain in my right ear. It
hurt so bad! The landing which took 20 min. felt like forever. We
finally land and my right ear still hasn't popped. by the time i get
home, it still hasn't popped. Only when I woke up this morning, did it
pop.
All in all, I spent 24 hr. either at the airport of in flight coming
back from china with 9 packed suitcases, a cold, and a fear that my
right ear will eventually explode due to a pressure imbalance due to
congestion.
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| I woke up this morning with a heavy pain on the right side of my chest.
Not a good start to the day but I had three more episode of Heroes to
go!. Its been a month since my last relapse into watching the dang
salad commericals from those golden arches inbetween each episode. Like
every series, the ending of the first season was only a teaser for the
upcoming season leaving questions unanswered or answered in
mid-sentence. Once sept. hits, the torture of waiting for new episodes
every week will begin. I'll be back to waiting for nbc.com to post the
completed season. Here is to looking forward.
China in two days. Excited does not discribe what i'm feeling.
Why does Fall Out Boy have the best titles to their songs?
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| Its been well over a year since my last checkup. I've been on a streak
the last couple of visits going in there confident that the dentist
would have nothing but praise for the way my teeth have been
maintained. You know that feeling of dread right before you take a test
that you know you didn't study enough for? I woke up this morning
and found myself coming up with excuses not to go to the dentist. I
knew something was going to go wrong. While waiting in the lobby, this
family comes in with their 3 year old kid. Apparently, he was coming in
for surgery for what seemed to be his baby teeth. I sat there looking
at them try to get the kid to drink medicine in preperation for the
dentist and I was surprised to see the parents so calm. I imagined
myself in their situation and couldn't help but sit in a tense
position. Just the thought of a child that young being operated on kind
of freaked me out. The assistant called my name and rescued me from
futher thought into the subject. There was that dread. I came out of
the room trying playing the game "would you rather" trying to remember
the pain from the filling of cavaties and comparing it to what I just
experienced. You guys know what tartar is? Not the sauce for fish and
chips. Apparently, I had a lot of it in the bottom teeth and the lady
had spent the last 30 min using a drill to scrape it off. Like an wild
elephant, her drill showed utter disregard for my gums as she moved
between the cracks of my teeth. Of course she drilled into my gums and
around it, and under it and with every move, my head flinched from the
shooting pain. Filling cavaties was much easier.
I am now going to freaking floss everyday.
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