So I had a dream about Danimals' kids last night. My subconscious must want to play with them or something.
Going to Mission Bay Thursday and Friday. Going to be an awesome conference with all the big wigs in the neurogenesis field. Mmm. Hopefully I can sneak Eel Poorn into the seminars. I SUPPOSE I could also drop by and visit Drab since I'm so close by, do a little covert ops, spy on the research being performed in his lab. Crush his spirit, of course, as usual.
BRB!
9.29.2009
9.19.2009
sundubu
It's been emotionally exhausting having to relive the detailed memories of Ray's death. Of course I have to write about her- she's a strong motivator for what I want to do with my life. I suppose I didn't think that I would be still getting emotional after 3, 4, years.
Talking about friends and family can be so easy and difficult at the same time. It's also weird how in sharing my personal statement with everyone, they know much more about what happened to me during college, but none of them seem to want to ask about it. Maybe it's because they feel the information is too sensitive?
Talking about friends and family can be so easy and difficult at the same time. It's also weird how in sharing my personal statement with everyone, they know much more about what happened to me during college, but none of them seem to want to ask about it. Maybe it's because they feel the information is too sensitive?
9.13.2009
4"
28.
Yesterday, my lab group had planned on having a picnic together at Golden Gate Park, but due to the thunder and rain, the grass was blanketed with water. So instead, we had it at Danimals' condo.
Very modern, very simple. In terms of square footage, the size doesn't compare to the establishments in Los Angeles, but it was enough to be comfortable. OH the dishes people brought: Kalbi (marinated short ribs), udon salad, kongxin cai (my dish), pimm's (gin version) cocktail with fresh fruit, jap chae, dessert. MMMM SO GOOD! Well, I imagined it must have been if my taste buds were not burned off the night before taste-testing a soup recipe from The French Laundry cookbook. Two HUGE bags of groceries resulted in one tinnnnnny container of soup. What a waste of money. I could have spent it more wisely on a sushi platter. Ugh.
What was the most memorable moment there? Playing with Danimals' 3-year-old son. Let's call him... Dannon. Last weekend when I met him at lab, playing on the computer in Danimals' office, he didn't seem so impressive. My Spanish lab mate Bea Arthur and I were the first ones to arrive at his place, so I had the first opportunity to play with his son.
I don't know if it's just Asian babies, but after a few minutes playing with him, I would be sitting in the living room when he'd go out his playroom and into the living room to tell me, "Come," waving his hand in a beckoning motion to come play with him. If it were an adult ordering me like that, I probably would have said in return,"Excuse me???" He would grab my hand (well, a few fingers since his hands are so tiny) and drag me over to his bedroom.
At some point I was just sitting on the couch, and he'd climb up onto the footrest in the middle of the U-pattern couch before jumping onto me. Or he'd fall off from the middle, expecting me to catch him. My Danimals said that he only does that with people he trusts.
I kinda felt bad when we were playing with his toy trains in his parents' bedroom, and Danimals came in to try to play with him, but Dannon would shoo him or push him while saying,"Go away." Yes yes, I know- I'm the protease of parent-child bonds (have to insert science joke since I'm in lab right now).
He has a knack for destructions, running trains into each other, throwing them off the tracks. We traveled from the "mountains" (pillows stacked on top of each other, covered with the white blanket for snow) to the lakes (bathtub, he made a mess with the water all over the floor).
He's a well-mannered kid, saying,"Thank you," whenever I handed him some trains or tracks to build. In the time I spent there, I taught him to cover his mouth while coughing, and to say,"Come please," instead. During the cough lecture I'd also try to warn him about swine flu, but I think that part didn't get through to him.
Around 5 PM, I needed to leave and get stuff done at lab, so I told him that I had to go to work. Know how he responded? He told me,"5 more minutes." So I told that I would stay for ONLY 5 more minutes. Once I had to go, he looked so sad not having a playmate afterward. He would try to tug on my other lab mate's hands to try to get them to play with him, but they also had to leave. Also, when I was putting on my shoes, he attempted to go into the shoe closet to grab his shoes to put on, but his dad told him not to. He sat, looking so down in his dad's lap, mumbling,"Friends."
UGH. Emotions, bad! I hate children!
The night before (Friday night?), I was dead from exhaustion, so yes, whenever that happens, to no surprise, my dreams involve Drab.
This time, I was walking through the airport, having safely arrived from my flight, exhausted, and wanting to go home without having to deal with people. Lo and behold, out of nowhere someone furry jumps me from behind, arms embracing me while I struggle to break free. I turn around to see Drab grinning at me, and uncomfortably placing his cheek against mine, which resulted in me shivering and cringing in disgust. Who else was there? Clare, being of no help with the situation, laughing at me. Jackass.
Yesterday, my lab group had planned on having a picnic together at Golden Gate Park, but due to the thunder and rain, the grass was blanketed with water. So instead, we had it at Danimals' condo.
Very modern, very simple. In terms of square footage, the size doesn't compare to the establishments in Los Angeles, but it was enough to be comfortable. OH the dishes people brought: Kalbi (marinated short ribs), udon salad, kongxin cai (my dish), pimm's (gin version) cocktail with fresh fruit, jap chae, dessert. MMMM SO GOOD! Well, I imagined it must have been if my taste buds were not burned off the night before taste-testing a soup recipe from The French Laundry cookbook. Two HUGE bags of groceries resulted in one tinnnnnny container of soup. What a waste of money. I could have spent it more wisely on a sushi platter. Ugh.
What was the most memorable moment there? Playing with Danimals' 3-year-old son. Let's call him... Dannon. Last weekend when I met him at lab, playing on the computer in Danimals' office, he didn't seem so impressive. My Spanish lab mate Bea Arthur and I were the first ones to arrive at his place, so I had the first opportunity to play with his son.
I don't know if it's just Asian babies, but after a few minutes playing with him, I would be sitting in the living room when he'd go out his playroom and into the living room to tell me, "Come," waving his hand in a beckoning motion to come play with him. If it were an adult ordering me like that, I probably would have said in return,"Excuse me???" He would grab my hand (well, a few fingers since his hands are so tiny) and drag me over to his bedroom.
At some point I was just sitting on the couch, and he'd climb up onto the footrest in the middle of the U-pattern couch before jumping onto me. Or he'd fall off from the middle, expecting me to catch him. My Danimals said that he only does that with people he trusts.
I kinda felt bad when we were playing with his toy trains in his parents' bedroom, and Danimals came in to try to play with him, but Dannon would shoo him or push him while saying,"Go away." Yes yes, I know- I'm the protease of parent-child bonds (have to insert science joke since I'm in lab right now).
He has a knack for destructions, running trains into each other, throwing them off the tracks. We traveled from the "mountains" (pillows stacked on top of each other, covered with the white blanket for snow) to the lakes (bathtub, he made a mess with the water all over the floor).
He's a well-mannered kid, saying,"Thank you," whenever I handed him some trains or tracks to build. In the time I spent there, I taught him to cover his mouth while coughing, and to say,"Come please," instead. During the cough lecture I'd also try to warn him about swine flu, but I think that part didn't get through to him.
Around 5 PM, I needed to leave and get stuff done at lab, so I told him that I had to go to work. Know how he responded? He told me,"5 more minutes." So I told that I would stay for ONLY 5 more minutes. Once I had to go, he looked so sad not having a playmate afterward. He would try to tug on my other lab mate's hands to try to get them to play with him, but they also had to leave. Also, when I was putting on my shoes, he attempted to go into the shoe closet to grab his shoes to put on, but his dad told him not to. He sat, looking so down in his dad's lap, mumbling,"Friends."
UGH. Emotions, bad! I hate children!
The night before (Friday night?), I was dead from exhaustion, so yes, whenever that happens, to no surprise, my dreams involve Drab.
This time, I was walking through the airport, having safely arrived from my flight, exhausted, and wanting to go home without having to deal with people. Lo and behold, out of nowhere someone furry jumps me from behind, arms embracing me while I struggle to break free. I turn around to see Drab grinning at me, and uncomfortably placing his cheek against mine, which resulted in me shivering and cringing in disgust. Who else was there? Clare, being of no help with the situation, laughing at me. Jackass.
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