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The Anomalies of Frozen Dinners

Yesterday was the first time I went grocery shopping entirely for myself. It was probably the most intense and most expensive trip I made with the total ending up at nearly $100… But apparently that’s a normal amount for most people living on their own, as traumatic as it may be. It definitely makes you appreciate the “free” food you get at a home with loving parents.

Another thing that I’ve learned to appreciate is some good old home cooking. I really enjoy cooking myself, but my lazy self can’t get around to doing it too often. Since I still need to eat, I’ve invested in a supply of frozen dinners. It’s kind of ironic because as a kid, I used to love frozen dinners and would consider having one as a treat. Now, it’s a sad excuse for a nice meal 😦

I’ve never really liked the “Chicken Fried Chicken” terminology. It’s too redundant and gives you the sense that they’re trying too hard to prove what they’re selling is indeed chicken. On the outside, it’s packaged all nicely and “enlarged to show quality.” Check out the steamy effect that the mashed potatoes get! But in reality, it’s almost a bold-faced lie that they can make something like that out of something like this:

Notice the burnt gravy? That might have been my fault. Or the microwave’s. But I was mostly disappointed by my mashed potatoes — they were gritty and didn’t have the nice steam effect. All in all, it only cost me a dollar, so  I’m not complaining (too much).

turkey & chocolate milk

It’s the end of this year’s Turkey Day!~

I went to my aunt’s house again as per tradition with my cousin, Diane. It’s great having family in Georgia to go to during holidays like this, and I really appreciate being able to eat a home-cooked meal every now and then. My aunt, being the sociable woman she is, brought an armada of middle-aged housewives to her house to help cook Thanksgiving dinner. I’m not sure if she did any cooking herself, buy hey that’s what friends are for, right? I’m not complaining haha. Here are some pictures that I stole from my cousin’s facebook:

That's One Handsome Turkey

So Much Foods!

Looking at all this food makes me happy =D I contributed to the meal by making the garlic bread (bottom right). Not much, but no one can blame me for free loading haha. And of course, the armada of middle-aged women brought all their children along as well:

Little Rascals

And this wasn’t even all the kids. But it certainly makes things more lively having them all around. Right now though, the house is pretty quiet cause everyone but me, my little cousin Grace, her friend, and my uncle who has work tomorrow is out Black Friday shopping. I would’ve gone too, but I suffered a minor concussion last night >.>

It was kinda ridiculous cause I set the alarm after everyone went to bed, but forgot about that and opened the door a little later. The alarm started going off, so I rushed over to disable it… I happened to be holding a glass of water in my hand at the time, so as I was running over, I spilled all the water on the hardwood floor. This caused me to slip and fall by the staircase. I hit my head on the bottom step of the staircase and blacked out for a couple seconds. I literally saw bursts of flashing lights… I remembered going to bed thinking how lucky I was to not have a concussion…only to wake up today feeling like the bed was spinning around me.

After I saw Diane off for shopping (and told her to buy me something on the basis that I was going to die from my concussion in my sleep), I made my little cousin and her friend some chocolate milk cause they said they were hungry. They should have gone to bed two hours ago, but I’m not gonna force them to sleep. I don’t remember the last time staying up past my bedtime was a treat. That’s what these festive occasions are for, right? Hope y’all had a great turkey day and are going to bed with your stomachs full!~

Take a Step Back

When you take a step back and place your life on hold, something amazing happens. Strip yourself of your comfort, your friends, your livelihood — just about anything that makes it your usual life. You see a new world and a new place below the stars. You build your life from the beginning and call on the only thing you own: your instinct. A new-found, almost primal instinct comes out to show you what’s really going on behind all the layers that you placed within your life. Take a step back, and you will understand what is important to you.

And when you come back, you’ll understand what a mess you’ve created. Come back to the reality of your life, and see through these new eyes. What has spiraled out of control? What has crashed, and what has burned? What has led from one thing to another to the point where you can’t turn back? Take a step back, and you’ll see that there is nothing you can do to change what’s been done.

I wish they were stars…

 

Looking at the night sky I realized that I couldn’t see any stars. Living in a city like Atlanta sometimes takes away from all the natural wonder the world has to offer. I guess living in Washington all my life before coming here has made me take a real appreciation for nature, and in particular, stargazing. Here, when you look up at night, all you see are planes flying in the night. They might look like stars from afar, but the blinking lights really don’t have the same effect.

In general though, I’ve been craving something a little more than stars. I’ve kinda wanted to go back to a home. Not home like my parent’s house, but a place I could call my own. A warm, comforting bed and some home cooking. A place that I can just close the door on the world and have my own space. As of late I’ve been trying to clean around the room more and been cooking my own meals a lot more. But it’s more than just having a room to myself or having a kitchen that doesn’t take five minutes to get to. It’s just not home if the heart’s not there.

I guess like the stars, it’s something that you don’t truly miss and appreciate until it’s not really part of you life anymore.

R.I.P. Grandpa

520장 – 오늘 이 세상 떠난

The Funeral

Helps confirm the reality and finality of death.

Provides a climate for mourning and expressions of grief.

Is a way for the community to pay its respects.

Allows the sorrows of one to be the sorrows of many.

Is one of the few times love is given and not expected in return.

Encourages the affirmation of a religious faith.

Is a celebration of a life that has been lived,

As well as an acknowledgement that a death has occurred.

Rest in Peace, Grandfather

이.정.윤.

1924 – 2011

 

 

 

Airplane Rides

So I got back in Washington late last night. Walking outside of the airport, I didn’t feel any sort of humidity. Marvelous.

I really like to meet new people when I ride airplanes. If I don’t engage in conversation, I do try to observe everyone around me. But I must say, my airplane ride was a somewhat uneventful one – which is rather surprising with all the potential hazards that were littered around me. I was surrounded by three infant ticking time bombs: one next to me, one to my right, and one right behind. Other than the possibility of all the babies being set off by any loud racket (which is kinda unavoidable in a plane) or each other, I was uneasy the whole trip because I remembered my grandmother telling me of a baby that sat next to her on a plan that threw up all over her dress in the middle of the flight. There was also a pre-adolescent boy sitting in front of me who seemed to be having one too many cherry cokes and asked one too many questions. I think I saw him down at least 4 cans during the duration of the 5 hour plane ride. Other than his unfortunate across-the-aisle neighbor, no one else was annoyed by him, mostly because he was annoying his across-the-aisle neighbor. Other luminaries onboard included the two Chinese tourists who were intrigued by everything, especially the time bomb babies, and the airforce nut who was never actually in the airforce but seemed to know about every single model that flew.

Unfortunately, the Chinese tourists also had the propensity of asking the price of everything their neighbors owned, so when they got fed up with the non-airforce airforce nut talking about planes that they did not know the existence of nor care about, they started asking the now-hyper pre-adolescent how much his backpack cost. With this new surge of attention, the boy started causing a racket, causing the baby next to me to explode in a fury of fears. Thus, this caused the activation of it’s nearby comrades, and soon the surrounding area was bombed with baby cries and chaos. The unfortunate across-the-aisle neighbor, however, was happy to be distracted by something other than the soda’d-up boy and tried to coax her baby. Airplane rides are so fun.

Think positive thoughts!

I think we owe it to ourselves to think positively at all times. Life is stressful enough as it already is…why bother adding onto our seemingly never-ending list of worries? Humans weren’t built to be under a constant barrage of stress at all times. Even evolutionarily, humans developed specific coping systems, such as the adrenal glans and psychological defense mechanisms, to get through particularly tough situations. It’s no use though if we have them permanently on cause that will only drain us and make us weaker.

If anything, this summer has taught me that it is key to deal with all the extra emotional baggage inside of you instead of just sweeping them under the carpet and hoping they will go away. I guess these past few weeks I’ve been especially…uh…sensitive? to particular stressors in my life. I would often get nightmares when I went to sleep and had to deal with very uncomfortable situations in them — things like this only continue to build up inside.

I’ve realized that it’s a great idea to just purge all the negatives out of your life whenever possible before they cling on and fester. Harboring the bad thoughts won’t bring any good, and in the end, it might affect not only yourself but also the people around you. The first step for me always lies in just figuring out what it is that I’m having issues with. Once identified, it helps to see the issue in relation and in context to the rest of your life. Sometimes, the reasons turn out to be rather childish or stupid and makes me laugh that those kinds of things still bother me so much. At other times, they turn out to be genuine injustices. But there’s not much that can be done about it.

There are so many things in our lives that we simply cannot control. I think our generation has a problem with having to know things on demand; we have such a problem with ambiguity. Most of the time, we just have to let things play out and make do with what we have. But instead of going ahead with this “half-empty” mindset, I think counting my blessings really help me. I know, it sounds pretty corny. When it all comes down to it, sometimes it’s good to just sit down and genuinely think about all the good that we have. To be honest, I don’t think I ever do that, but recently it seems to be imperative.

You really can’t hope to have a happy life if you never appreciate what you’ve already been given.
Let’s all be happles :3