Random things about me that you might not know...

I have been very fortunate to have lived in different places and I've done a lot of things of different sorts. I guess I am one of those who will try anything once, or almost anything. I am thankful to have great friends and it is such a blessing since I live far away from my family. But sometimes I assume that my small circle of friends here in Omaha, know most of my life. I guess I just assume that I have told them what I've told others instead. It's hard to keep track to who I've told a past experience or anything. So here are a few things about me that some of you might not know. And if you already know it, it's just a refresher of useless info :-)

1. My middle name is Chi-Pin, it is Mandarin and it stands for Wisdom and Tranquility. That's why I carry two middle initials
2. I can do the splits and back flips, I took gymnastics for 8 years. Surprisingly I still can tumble a bit.
3. I own every season of FRIENDS on DVD, plus all the special editions
4. My favorite numbers are 7, 13, and 33. Don't ask me why
5. Grew up Buddhist at home, but attended a Roman Catholic school in Costa Rica. I think that is one of the reasons why I am so open minded and understanding
6. I'm vain... yeah, big shock.
7. I am determined to adopt a child at age 33. I am kinda hoping to go to China and adopt a little girl, no one would know she is adopted...
8. I sleep with a nightlight on and two weiners by my side... Chachi and Sherman
9. Wal-mart didn't hire me when I first moved to the US... look at me know, you f***ers! Now I proudly shop at Target. My first job was at JoAnn's Fabrics and Crafts.
10. I love it when people call me Georgie,that's what my family calls me.
11. I hate being called Oriental, I am not a rug or a noodle.
12. I had an Angiogram/ Heart Catherer when I was 2o. Due to Ephedra. Also on same year, I had 3 moles removed cosmetically. One of them left me a scar that looks like a hickie.
13. My first tattoo I got when I was 15, my friend had her own homemade tattoo machine, it was free, I just had to buy her lunch in return. My second tattoo I got to cover the first one... in Canada. Blame Canada?
14. My mom, my sisters Ericka and Luna, and my brother Jose are my ultimate heroes.
15. When I was thinner, I was hired as a back up dancer for CALIENTE, the latin version of SOULTRAIN. This was only for the one season in San Antonio, TX in the summer of 2000. I went through 2 auditions and got the gig.

"Singularity"

This one is for you SeSe. My bad for being rude and forgeting that you don't speak Spanish. It ain't that great anyway. Translated pseudo poems aren't are meaningful as in the original language, they actually suck. Somehow something gets lost in the translation process... Just read the following and you'll see what I mean.

Singularity

Time's weight and it's path do not have a begining nor an end.

The mirrors don't have memory anymore, they never did.

We do not speak in plural tense anymore, loneliness lives around here and it avoids your presence in me.

The foam is not in the sea, not any longer. It now lives in a white box hidden behind wooden doors.

And it's just like that how I start counting backwards until I fall asleep; until I start dreaming, until I see the sun shining on me again.

Singularidad

El peso del tiempo y su camino no tiene principio ni fin. Los espejos ya no tienen memoria, nunca la tuvieron. Ya no se habla en plural, la soledad habita por estos rumbos y evita el presentimiento de que estes aca dentro de mi. La espuma no esta en el mar, ya no. Ahora vive en una caja blanca escondida detras de esas puertas de madera. Y asi empiezo a contar para atras desde mil hasta quedarme dormido, hasta que vuelva a sonar y ver el sol brillar.

Kayak, anyone?

So as it flurries outside today and I am waiting to order my Indian Fusion food, I once again remember how much I want to own a kayak. I live near a large man made lake, I can see it down the street from my house and I already have the SUV to transport it. Too bad it is frozen right now and too bad I don't own a kayak. But I am very interested in purchasing one in the near future. I had the intentions of using my income tax return moola for this purchase, but unless you can buy one for 150 american dollars, I think I am out of luck.

Kayaking is awesome. The last few times I've kayaked I've had an incredible time. Well, the last time I think I was a bit under the influence of pina coladas in Mexico... :-) Just look at the picture, I am giggling a bit too much.

It is great to be out in the sun surfing the water... I hope I can buy one for cheap for this summer. And I also wonder if Chachi and Sherman, my weiner dogs, would like to ride on it. Chachi has his own life vest, so it would be kinda fun to do it. Sherman is kinda of an old nazi grouchy pissy pants, so I doubt that he would like it.

And guess what? If I ever move back closer to the coast(which I intend to do eventually) I could always bring my kayak! I really really really really want a kayak...

Google, u-hauls and dreams

So, I'm back again. I didn't write anything because I truly didn't have anything positive or interesting to write about in the last couple of weeks. My life seems to be pretty boring right now. I work up to sixty something hours a week and then come home feed-pet-chase the dogs for a bit and then go to sleep. My gym card hasn't been swiped in a few days either. And my books and study guides are collecting dust and/or growing mold. I have this upcoming Saturday and Sunday off. I try to schedule myself a full weekend off out of the month, but sometimes this doesn't happen. If I stay at home I get bored out of my mind and start thinking, and let me tell you, when I am alone and thinking it could lead to many things. I start Googling places where I would like to move, I start calling people I shouldn't be calling for one reason or another, and I remember how things used to be, instead of thinking how things could be.
I've been in Omaha for about two and a half years now. I enjoy this city, but I am still searching that feeling of belonging. I do have it made here. I have a great career, a lot of room to advance, opportunities to further my academics, and a killer home, oh yeah, and let's not forget my new Explorer. I've made very good friends in here and I am truly blessed for that. But somehow there is something missing. My heart tells me that is the fact that I am single and I have no one special to share this with, and my guts tell me that is because I am not in a city that has a direct flight to San Jose, Costa Rica, where my family is. I am not entirely positive on what it is.
Maybe it is a mix of them both. I wish I could pack and move to a city where I could have more chances on ending the singleness and a city where I could be a direct flight away home. But I am not ready to start job hunting, or packing and moving. I've moved so many times in the last eight years that I am packed out. That doesn't count all the friends that I've had to pack or unpack. Let's face it, moving is a bitch. There is nothing exciting about it. Well, of course, unless you had won the lottery and big fat men were u-hauling all your belongings to a great mansion.