E. Piphanie

He who knows nothing, loves nothing. He who can do nothing understands nothing. He who understands nothing is worthless. But he who understands also loves, notices, sees...The more knowledge is inherent in a thing, the greater the love...Anyone who imagines that all fruits ripen at the same time as the strawberries knows nothing about grapes. --Paracelsus

Friday, June 28, 2002

whimpers of the heart
i don't have dsl anymore, so my cyberspace buddies must be worried. it's friday afternoon and i've been running all around today, stressed, ready to call it quits for work; i just don't have a good excuse and the responsible side of me is taking over. how DO i just pack my bags and leave? =( but other than whining or going home at a decent hour today, i just want to reminisce a little the memorable times before i call it a week.

i finally moved out of my apartment and into another. packing really takes a toll on your system. i remember the last time i moved so much around was when i went home to SoCal in november, the same day my friend went over to the east coast. i remember being invited to a dinner of "close-knit" friends the night before...i remember waiting outside when it was really cold, talking to everyone who was a stranger to me. i remember being asked to sit down on the chair, but i refused, because i wanted to stand. i remember taking a picture while holding the diamond cross pendant. i remember attempting to use my spanish while Wo drew a picture of her. i remember sharing my testimony with Ok even though i had no idea how she'd respond. i remember laughing uncontrollably when Sh teased me of putting the chicken back onto the plate and Le shouted that it must be a cantonese thing. i remember La getting a discount for us because we waited OH-SO-LONG for a table. i remember standing in the DDD apartment the night before, talking to Au and Sh in the kitchen, being encouraged and invited to return to SF again. i remember sounding like a fob, being a fob, responding to another fob....only to know that being an ABC, my chinese was even better than another fob. =) i remember Lu inspiring me on music, on my walk, on my recovery. somehow our paths are changing lanes again; they won't necessarily cross until a very VERY long time. it makes me sad; i was reminded of it again today in my inbox. i asked Him my favorite word.

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