Piled High Deep

So far school is going good. This week I have been meeting with professors to discuss their research. I have to choose three people that I would like to work with throughout the year; on Monday we have to submit our first choice.

Do I work with the guy that studies heart development? Or the guy that studies the genetics of Autism? Or the guy that is developing cancer drugs that will be going through clinical trials soon?

It's a hard decision because the topics are soooooo detailed. If I end up in the heart dude's lab, I could spend YEARS studying how some molecule affects this other molecule, that makes the outflow tract form correctly. Or how the defect of one molecule can screw everything up.

I don't know if I like hearts that much, or if I want to work with mice. I've worked with mice before and it made me feel guilty as hell- I wasn't even the one who had to anesthetize the mouse and then, well, you know...

I'm going out with my friend to get a Chinese foot massage a.k.a reflexology. It's only 15$ for an hour, and it's not just your feet, it's a whole body thing. (We went last week too).

I'm sure I'll be able to make a good decision after I've had a massage.

A good massage is the secret to life's problems.

Labor Day Weekend

My mom came to visit over Labor Day weekend. We had so much fun!

We started at the La Brea Tarpits and museum.

Then we headed off to Beverley Hills; we came across my mom's street.

Then we bought a star map to stalk Russel Crowe and Tom Cruise. They all have huge fences, hedges and bushes- you are lucky if you can even see the roof of their house. We did see Russel Crowe's trash and recycling though. Exciting huh?

A picture of my cat. It doesn't have anything to do with my mom's visit, but it's a cute picture.

"M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E!"

Are you singing along? Come on, you know you want to.

I love Disneyland. We especially love the teacups in fantasy land.

Watch the video below, you won't be sorry!

Venice Beach

Venice Beach is awesome!

The drive was insane. I'm not used to major highways weaving in and out, ending and merging in every direction, and a bazillion cars trying to enter and exit all at the same time. I'll get the hang of it though.

Venice Beach is great for people watching. The Ocean Front Walk is hippie heaven.

No, I didn't go in...

There were fantastic murals painted by local artists.

There was a lot of touristy, manufactured-in-Asia junk that could be bought anywhere. If you looked really carefully though, you could find some really neat hand-made jewelry or hand-painted art.

I bought this really cute cat painting from the guy in the picture above. I LOVE it.

There are some good boogie boarding waves.

I bought another cat painting from the guy in the picture above. Can you tell I miss my cats???

I took pictures of these dudes at Muscle Beach for my dad because he is a bodybuilder too.

I had so much fun!!!

By the way, I start my Ph.D program on Tuesday. I'm thinking medicinal marijuana might not be such a bad idea after all.

Charlie bit my finger - again !

This is the third most viewed video on Youtube. I can't believe I haven't seen it before now. I watch it over and over again.

I love the look on the kid's face, and then how Charlie laughs.

“Are you insane? Or are your pants too tight?!”

Whoever can tell me what movie the title/quote comes from gets a prize.

The other day I was getting ready for work when I received a text message from one of my sisters, it said:

“I sat down and [my pants] cut off the circulation to my upper body.”

I tried not to laugh, but then I realized she probably sent the message to make me laugh. Don’t you just hate it when- in the words of Chingy- you have to “jump up and down just to put ‘em on, wiggle it around just to put ‘em on, [and] lay back on the bed just to zip them up?”

I sure do.

I swear I’m not obsessed with diets and big butts. It’s just that my shorts are a smidgen tight around the waist and I got to thinking…

Are You Lonesome Tonight?

I love Elvis.

I'm listening to Elvis on my ipod right now.

I think I might name my first child Elvis- boy or girl. Elvis is a cute name for a girl, right?

Okay, maybe I wouldn't name a girl Elvis.

I first started listening to Elvis in high school- high school in Malaysia, not Provo High.

During art class, Mrs. Butler would let us listen to whatever we wanted when we were working on our projects. There were two students in the class so I got to choose the music a lot.

One day, we were listening to Elvis when Loh walked in. Loh and Mrs. Butler were good friends, he would often stop by to visit.

Loh was one of the security guards that worked at the front gate of the school letting people in and out. In fact, he was the head security guard. I found this picture of Loh online-it's amazing the stuff you can find using Google.

Loh was a big fan of Elvis too. He told me which movies to see and which Elvis movies not to bother with. Loh even made a mixed CD for us to listen to.

From then on, every time I saw Loh at school he would mention something new about Elvis. Or he would sing.

"Isn't it Satisfying to Take Care of Your Own Car?"

Tonight I washed and detailed my car-by myself- for the first time since 2007. My dad coached from the sidelines... he's a pro because he washes it for me all the time. He reminds me to check the oil and add air to the tires. The only thing I do is pay for it- even then he takes the money out of my account every month and makes the payment.

While I was scrubbing away, Dafoo would ask me,

"Isn't it satisfying to take care of your own car?"

I'll admit, it was somewhat satisfying to finally vacuum my car and get rid of the dust. You know what is even more satisfying than taking care of my car??

My Obama dashboard-bobble head that I got in Hawaii.

I love kitschy crap like this.

But I digress...

I have the greatest dad in the world. We rarely call him dad...it's almost always Dafoo. When we lived in Malaysia we took Mandarin lessons because so many of the Chinese in Penang spoke Mandarin; Dafoo is the Mandarin translation for David.

My dad is so good to us. He's never yelled at me or my sisters- I don't think he's ever really punished us either. He's threatened, but that's about it.

Happy Father's day to the greatest dad in the world!

I love you Dafoo!