Your New Year's sounds exciting. :)
So my update is about the recent festivities. I went out of town to visit some friends and family that I haven't seen in a long time. You know, the family thing. When I got home, I was exhausted. I check my email to see that I received a seemingly angry e-mail about my British Petroleum report. I was accused having not given a fair and balanced viewpoint and writing something that could be published for the SF Chronicle. I don't know if I should be flattered, sad, or disappointed. Flattered that he took the time to even peruse my publication before throwing it in the trash (I had sent my copies out thinking people would just keep it as I don't know, a souvenir). Sad that he didn't read later pages that actually SUPPORT the deal. Or disappointed that the way I conducted my research could ever anger anyone to that extent. There was a lot of guilt and sadness for a few days.
I spent about three hours bawling my eyes out. The way the letter was written was more like damage control. But ... I didn't send the report out to many people because they were so expensive to bind and tedious to print. I'd actually kind of forgotten about it.
Ugh. I need to improve so people don't misinterpret what I'm trying to say versus what I've said versus how I'm saying it.
There's been storms raging all over. And well, where I'm living is not exception. There are about 10 trees in my backyard. Full grown hawthorne, firs and maple trees. They were swaying in the wind and looked to be on the verge of collapsing. Several other trees in neighboring areas were found snapped and broken.
The older I get, the more I realize that family is the most important thing in life. Well, as a group, family and friends. You can lose your home due to a tree falling on it, you can find out that you have a terminal disease, you can triumph in something that you do or fail miserably, but in the end, one thing remains constant. You cannot deny your friends and family and they will often, but not always, do their best to not deny you of support--- at the bare minimum.
I spend times with the little kids that I take thursday nights volunteering with. They're growing up fast. I met this girl in 6th grade who was crying the whole time she was at the library, lamenting that her boyfriend had just moved away. She asked me if I knew so and so singer, I replied no. Apparently her ex-boyfriend's mother is a up and coming country singer. It made me reflect whether or not I had ever reminisced about a lost (puppy) love in middle school.
The dynamics of little kids. Geez. How obvious we must all have been when we were younger. Well, I could droll on, but that would bore you to tears. Take care everyone!
That's all for me.
P.S. I made chocolate banana pancakes this morning. Liang, it's your turn ;)
