I knew the lump was one of the 3... thank God it wasn’t #3. It was an enflamed lymph node! It was most likely caused by shaving and bacteria got under my skin, thus making the lymph node swell. Gross, eh? But apparently it’s somewhat common... it’s supposed to go away in a week or 2. o_O
I went to jog with Will J at the beaches today! First time there only to jog. It was great; there were so many people (of all ages) simply jogging and being active... makes me want to be healthier. =o)
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Jog Progress Report:
5 minutes of a light warm-up jog, then stretched.
10 minutes regular jog, and then walked 5 minutes,
2 minutes of fast jog, then walked for 5 minutes.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
even giants fall
What’s worse than discovering a bruise on your body, that got there without you knowing? ... I’ll tell you what's worse... discovering a lump.
This morning in the shower, I found a lump in my right armpit. IN – not on.
It’s like the size of a pea, it’s hard and it doesn’t hurt. You can’t see it if I were to just lift my arm, but you can definately feel it.
I’m getting it checked out on Tuesday at a walk-in clinic. Mother said it should be nothing, but as much as I respect her and hope she’s right, how does she know?
From what I’ve learned, I think it could be 1 of 3 things:
This morning in the shower, I found a lump in my right armpit. IN – not on.
It’s like the size of a pea, it’s hard and it doesn’t hurt. You can’t see it if I were to just lift my arm, but you can definately feel it.
I’m getting it checked out on Tuesday at a walk-in clinic. Mother said it should be nothing, but as much as I respect her and hope she’s right, how does she know?
From what I’ve learned, I think it could be 1 of 3 things:
- a clogged &/or swollen sweat gland
- an enflamed lymph node
- cancer
If you have time, please pray for this... I know I shouldn't be, but I’m scared...
-_-"
Saturday, April 16, 2005
not pedophilic tendencies
Yesterday, my volleyball team (THE COURT JESTERS! WOOT!) took me out for drinks and eats at Fox & the Fiddle. Good times, might I say. Would it surprise you if I said I was the youngest one? What if I said, 2 of them are 4 years older than I and the other 3 are 7 years older? Sounds a little more unusual, doesn’t it? I’m 20, they’re 27... when they were 20, I was 13 (but obviously, I didn't know them at the time)...
I’ve played with these people for almost 2 years now and I still can’t get over that fact... but if I’ve learned anything from these people, it's that friendship is only skin deep if age is a distinguishing feature. I learned that no matter how old or how young some people are, as long as their personalities match; it’s all good. What is age, but the time spent since leaving a mother’s womb? It doesn’t always determine how someone acts or thinks... though most believe that everyone hits “maturity” in their mid 20’s, than their lives are only busied with their career, independence, and (present/future) family.
That’s not the case, I imagine. It’s like, when I was 16 and anxiously looking forward to losing the “girl” title and becoming a 19 year old “woman”... and than being hopelessly disenchanted when I realized it felt like I was still 16. AND THEN realizing I look exactly the same now as I did then... man, that is a real heartbreaker... where are my C-cup boobs?! *ha ha* (I’m only half kidding, btw... *heh heh… huh... >_<)
Anyway, the moral of the story is: don’t do drugs.
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Jog Progress Report:
I jogged for 11 minutes, 7 minutes @ 5 km/h and 4 minutes @ like 3 km/h.
It was a lot easier! Symptoms:
Ear ache (from wind), slightly light-headed for a short while...
10K Run, HERE I COME!
^_^
I’ve played with these people for almost 2 years now and I still can’t get over that fact... but if I’ve learned anything from these people, it's that friendship is only skin deep if age is a distinguishing feature. I learned that no matter how old or how young some people are, as long as their personalities match; it’s all good. What is age, but the time spent since leaving a mother’s womb? It doesn’t always determine how someone acts or thinks... though most believe that everyone hits “maturity” in their mid 20’s, than their lives are only busied with their career, independence, and (present/future) family.
That’s not the case, I imagine. It’s like, when I was 16 and anxiously looking forward to losing the “girl” title and becoming a 19 year old “woman”... and than being hopelessly disenchanted when I realized it felt like I was still 16. AND THEN realizing I look exactly the same now as I did then... man, that is a real heartbreaker... where are my C-cup boobs?! *ha ha* (I’m only half kidding, btw... *heh heh… huh... >_<)
Anyway, the moral of the story is: don’t do drugs.
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Jog Progress Report:
I jogged for 11 minutes, 7 minutes @ 5 km/h and 4 minutes @ like 3 km/h.
It was a lot easier! Symptoms:
Ear ache (from wind), slightly light-headed for a short while...
10K Run, HERE I COME!
^_^
Thursday, April 14, 2005
R.I.P: adipose tissues
Say goodbye to:
- XL bowls of Pho
- 4 double-cheese burgers in one sitting
- 3 jr bacon cheese burgers
- Getting my money’s worth at buffets
- Ice cream for breakfast
- Extra buttery potato goods
- Bumming around on nice-weathered days...
BECAUSE yesterday, I heard my most dreaded comment I had tried to avoid my whole life... and it came from Brian’s mom... on my birthday...
(Translated from Cantonese to English:)
"WA! Julie-a, did you get fatter?"
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! IT’S TRUE!! IT’S ALL FREAKIN’ TRUE!! I DID!!!! MAMA NOOOO!!! -_-"
My face is a little rounder; my muscles are a little softer; my pants, a little tighter... and the scale that never lies... DANG IT!!!!! All those days, gently stepping on the scale (thinking it wouldn’t go as high if I did so), fooling myself to believe that I didn’t gain THAT much weight... has been SLAPPED AWAY WITH REALITY’S CALLOUS HANDS!! WHACK!!
“…hey guys, look over there... there goes my dignity...”
My action plan of summer 2005:
I’m going to run the Nike 10K run (May 29)... non-stop. My new training schedule is to (try to)run 20 minutes a day, at least 3 times a week.
I know you kind-hearted souls out there will try to tell me I’m not fat or I don’t need to lose weight, BUT please don’t do it – don’t tell me. This, technically speaking, is also a healthy living issue. And, also, I don’t take comments about my physical appearance well (positive or negative)... so if you want to help, just pray that I won’t lose my motivation.
As often as it’s affirmed through media; a women’s self-esteem, is directly proportional to their self-worth which is constructed by the amount/type of criticism on their weight and appearance. This isn’t true for many women these days, but I confess that I do have this problem. I can’t take criticism; complements make me prideful, insults make me distraught. What else is there to do than to not say anything at all...
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Jog Progress Report:
Today, I ran for 9 minutes, about 4 km/h & walked the rest of the 11 minutes.
I practically passed out by the end of it – symptoms:
Light headed, saw black spots (for about a minute), numb legs (3 minutes), aching eardrums due to wind (8 minutes), tough time inhaling (5 minutes), chest pains (2 minutes)
Sunday, April 10, 2005
about blogging
I probably sound like a very depressed, short-termpered pessimist according to the way I sound on my blog...
Don't mean to scare you; I'm not usually like this. In fact, 95% of the time I'm in LaLa Land; laughing my brains out with bunnies and sunflowers.
I just feel that stories are more entertaining for the readers when the author is at the very climax of their emotional state. i.e. enraged, ecstatic, miserable, etc. That's why I usually blog sporadically about things that really impact me (or things I feel compelled to share). So, I hope it doesn't seem like I'm yelling at you all the time... because I'm only doing it occasionally, when it really matters at the time. You're my ventilation system!
So now you may be thinking, "Who is she talking to when she refers to 'you'?!"
*heh* ... wouldn't you like to know... O_O
Don't mean to scare you; I'm not usually like this. In fact, 95% of the time I'm in LaLa Land; laughing my brains out with bunnies and sunflowers.
I just feel that stories are more entertaining for the readers when the author is at the very climax of their emotional state. i.e. enraged, ecstatic, miserable, etc. That's why I usually blog sporadically about things that really impact me (or things I feel compelled to share). So, I hope it doesn't seem like I'm yelling at you all the time... because I'm only doing it occasionally, when it really matters at the time. You're my ventilation system!
So now you may be thinking, "Who is she talking to when she refers to 'you'?!"
*heh* ... wouldn't you like to know... O_O
Saturday, April 09, 2005
O
The Oracles…
What comes to mind when you think of this team?
That they’re “hardcore”? “Snobby”? “Over competitive”? “Only cares about winning”? Something along that line?
Well, let me tell you that I know what it’s like to be an Oracle firsthand and I can tell you that you’re all wrong. People (Christians and non-Christians alike) judge us so negatively when they are too close-minded to see past rumors and lies. What have you seen beyond the playing field?
Have you seen that we all go out to eat and chill during the week and after games?
Have you seen the msn conversations between players out of the softball?
Have you seen the closeness and the bonds that were formed and left unbroken after the season has ended?
Have you seen the tears, the sharing; the love that was poured out after our last game?
People have said we stack out team every year. Their proof is how everyone plays well. But did it ever occur to them that the reason is because players WANT to learn and coaches WANT to teach them? There are so many players who have never touched a softball, but because they wanted to learn and they tried their best, they looked like they can play. Oracles don’t ask us to be superstars. They don’t ask us to even have experience. All the Oracles want is for every player to try their best. Make an effort; to make games, practices, outings, but more importantly, make an effort to know each other.
My memories (most recent season):
- I remember talking to Steve O online before I even met him. He was so fun to talk to and we added each other to all these online communities and stuff.
- The 5 girls – Allison, Bernice, Sam, Judy and I – would do these only-girls hang out times to watch movies and for dinners and stuff.
- There were nights when all the people at practice would time each other to see how long it takes for each person to run from home plate to 1st base
- Matt had his pants fly off while he was running... he was THAT fast. = )
- Joe had iced tea split on him when we were at Swiss Chalet
- Everyone wanted to bat all the time in practices and we’d try to go until we absolutely couldn’t.
- Sam asking to be drilled; tossing balls quickly at her & her running around to catch them
- Judy willingly making all those little candy packages for all the teams we played
- Dan making up a cheer for us to “Jump! Jump!” and tossing Thumper around
How I’ve changed?
- I learned that a group of strangers can become family in the span of 2 months
- I came to realize that no matter how many times people say they “don’t judge by appearances”, they don’t truly know until they’re your friend.
Every year I was an Oracle, this team wasn’t just a team; it was family. MY family. Say what you will about us, but until you become an Oracle yourself, everything you say are just assumptions.
What comes to mind when you think of this team?
That they’re “hardcore”? “Snobby”? “Over competitive”? “Only cares about winning”? Something along that line?
Well, let me tell you that I know what it’s like to be an Oracle firsthand and I can tell you that you’re all wrong. People (Christians and non-Christians alike) judge us so negatively when they are too close-minded to see past rumors and lies. What have you seen beyond the playing field?
Have you seen that we all go out to eat and chill during the week and after games?
Have you seen the msn conversations between players out of the softball?
Have you seen the closeness and the bonds that were formed and left unbroken after the season has ended?
Have you seen the tears, the sharing; the love that was poured out after our last game?
People have said we stack out team every year. Their proof is how everyone plays well. But did it ever occur to them that the reason is because players WANT to learn and coaches WANT to teach them? There are so many players who have never touched a softball, but because they wanted to learn and they tried their best, they looked like they can play. Oracles don’t ask us to be superstars. They don’t ask us to even have experience. All the Oracles want is for every player to try their best. Make an effort; to make games, practices, outings, but more importantly, make an effort to know each other.
My memories (most recent season):
- I remember talking to Steve O online before I even met him. He was so fun to talk to and we added each other to all these online communities and stuff.
- The 5 girls – Allison, Bernice, Sam, Judy and I – would do these only-girls hang out times to watch movies and for dinners and stuff.
- There were nights when all the people at practice would time each other to see how long it takes for each person to run from home plate to 1st base
- Matt had his pants fly off while he was running... he was THAT fast. = )
- Joe had iced tea split on him when we were at Swiss Chalet
- Everyone wanted to bat all the time in practices and we’d try to go until we absolutely couldn’t.
- Sam asking to be drilled; tossing balls quickly at her & her running around to catch them
- Judy willingly making all those little candy packages for all the teams we played
- Dan making up a cheer for us to “Jump! Jump!” and tossing Thumper around
How I’ve changed?
- I learned that a group of strangers can become family in the span of 2 months
- I came to realize that no matter how many times people say they “don’t judge by appearances”, they don’t truly know until they’re your friend.
Every year I was an Oracle, this team wasn’t just a team; it was family. MY family. Say what you will about us, but until you become an Oracle yourself, everything you say are just assumptions.
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