today was my last checkup with my doctor who basically built my body back to normal. i didnt expect it to be my last visit until i ask what i usually ask after the check up: "whens my next visit?" he looks at me and says, "youre back to normal. you can run, jump, collect money, what else do you want?" he always associates me with collecting money because a year ago, i couldnt twist my right wrist with my palm facing up. and in chinese superstition, that meant i would have a hard time with money in the future. i didnt like him when i first met him, but i guess he turned out ok. before i left, he shook my hand and told me to come back and be living proof to other motorcycle patients. god forbidding. what a sad day.

where did i leave off? oh last sunday afternoon we get a call from my uncle in new york saying grandma is in the hospital. my parents and i booked a last minute flight to new york and off we go. we found out that granny has a bad heart. my family decided to just wait it out and not go through corrective surgery that could lead to more complications. after that bad news, i had half day to spend and to ponder about myself. so i walked out of the hospital and explored the concrete jungle. on the streets, on the metro, i saw so many people. i felt free but lonely.

work work work work work work

friday night comes and i had the opportunity to check out the queen mary, the famous ship in long beach that ive never been to. i was extremely tired, but rather be somewhere else besides home. ive always told myself that. i didnt make it home that night and knocked out at my friends place only to wake up the saturday morning and head straight to work. oh how i wished i couldve slept longer :(

after work i head back to hollywood. i figured by now, its my home away from home. we decided to head to spundae after all the guestlists were closed and spent hours in the parking lot snaking ticket after ticket from random people until we had enough to get in. as usual, i was beyond tired and beat up but rather be there than anywhere else.

sunday comes, and i go to church with my mom to pray for good things to come. im not religious, but church always makes me peaceful. it clears my mind and permanently makes me happy, until something else starts to bother me, then ill go to church again next week for another fix. after church, i head back to hollywood and watch the da vinci code. its pretty much identical to the book, but i enjoyed the book 10 times more than the movie simply because the book takes more time to assimilate into your mind.

now thats what i call a weekend.