Feeling around.

One of the typical dim sum plates that native and foreign people would consume is the turnip cake. This is personally one of my favorites yet something I rarely get/eat because it’s rather difficult to share among my family. Normally, my mom and dad would either get a piece each while the children get the portions. A month or so ago, my friends and I decided to get some dim sum in Chinatown at San Francisco. Despite the fact that the menu selection was rather limited, it was pleasant to have dim sum with friends for the first time.

So I finally have internet at my apartment but I was kind of dumb to not have brought the AC adapter for the wireless router. As a result, I have to be stuck on the modem with two chairs and a laptop in the livingroom. It’s pretty troublesome especially when I’m eating my mean on my lap and typing on the laptop at the same time, so I anticipate having the AC adapter to arrive soon.

Moving into the apartment was rather hectic yet fun at the same time. It’s nice to know that I used the day at it’s fullest going to different places, buying things, and getting things done. Though at the same time, my parents and I are exhausted by the end of the day and I, unfortunately, that I had to settle sleeping on the floor for two nights. Didn’t mind the first night, but the second night really got to me and my back.

After my parents left to drive to southern California, I realized how lonely and scary it was to be in the apartment by myself. With all the paranoia that accumulated in my mind, I left most of the lights on at night as I walked around the apartment or when I slept at night. Yet still, I still felt a chill up my spine every time I went into another room. To alleviate the nervousness I felt, I would call different people to keep me company.

Feeling around loneliness is kind of interesting. Once you feel it long enough, it starts to strip you from what you guard around yourself. The safety blanket that once kept you warm soon unravels, leaving you cold and vulnerable. Some people I know enjoy the feeling of being alone and being away from the people. I do have to agree, I do enjoy having that alone time reserved for myself to muse about random or serious subjects. Though at the same time, too much of that “alone” time makes me a bit scared, a reason why I wasn’t looking forward to being up here.

Before ending this entry, I would like to recommend Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom to anyone who enjoys short, yet great, reading. I haven’t finished yet (3/4 of the way through), but the book has not failed to impressed me and nearly moves me to tears every time I start reading it. Anyways, I shall continue reading while drinking a delicious watermelon agua de fresca.

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