Saturday, February 21, 2004

Snotty noses, Numb tongues, and How we Blew $2240 in one day.

Alex and I have been sharing a cold, which has been a wonderful bonding experience and all, but I do feel a little more privileged considering that I can blow, pick, and otherwise manipulate my nose and its contents at my will, while my little boy can't. Occasionally, either my wife or myself will take this suction ball thingy and suck out anything and everything out of the boy's nostril, making him incredibly mad and tortured - and probably confused why we're being so mean to him. So he's either really clogged up with all sorts of liquid congestion, or he's dried up from all the times we've manually vacuumed his head out. Today I found myself picking his nose a little in public, (not with my finger in his nostril - it's too small and it would hurt), because of the snot that has dried up and formed at the corners of his nose. I have to say that I do not usually pick other people's noses, but once you become a parent, it's a toss up whether you want to be seen picking his nose or judged as a bad parent because you didn't clean up the dried mucus.

But he's feeling better, thanks.

For the past few days, I have been plagued with horrendous pain - the likes of which I had only previously experienced once - when my balls hurt. I told my brother in confidence about my dilemma, which he promptly informed my mom gleefully, whom in turn wanted to look at them to see if they were okay. I declined, because if I didn't, I wouldn't be relaying this story on the internet. Oh, how they mocked my immaturity about how I didn't know that I was just going through puberty.

Anyway, coming back from the Tangent of Testicles, the aforementioned pain is that of my front right incisor tooth. For some reason, I woke up a few mornings ago and my tooth just ached. Whether or not my dreams I had the previous night had anything to do with it, I don't know.

I dreamt about battling vampires and losing badly - and repeatedly. Maybe I was grinding my teeth? Maybe I was turning into one? Who knows.

So I have been wincing and whining through these past few days, and yesterday I broke down and spent eight bucks on Orajel, not knowing if it worked. I applied some on the offending tooth, and then suspecting that my finger was perhaps not as sanitary as I'd hope, I used my ever skillful tongue and spread the gel on my gums and all over my tooth. Well, that turned out to be Not Very Intelligent because soonafter, the tip of my tongue got numb, and since I had swallowed some of the Gel, parts of my throat were numb as well. It's like suddenly having your mouth turn into useless cold slabs of lunchmeat - speech was totally impaired and my coworker was laughing at my impediment, which was okay - since it was temporary and not really a problem I have the rest of the time.

Then last night, my toothache was actually so bad that I woke up at 5 in absolute agony. The dentist thing didn't work out because everyone was booked and I wouldn't be able to see anyone till June. So I moped through the day with my cocktail of Listerine, Orajel, and Extra Strength Tylenol at 3 hour intervals. I've been a little hazy at times because of that, and I feel as if all my taste buds have been murdered by the alcoholic potency of Listerine. I'm telling you, the guy on the commercial who rinses with Listerine for 20 seconds must not have a tongue in his mouth. Either that or it's a stunt tongue.

And, the money. Our income tax refund arrived last night, and we were estatic. We've been waiting desperately for it, and I've been imagining all the things we could do with it. Fortunately, we've also said to each other, and therefore sealing the deal in the process, that we should be responsible and take care of bills first. Well. When all was said and done, we had about 33 bucks left, from the original 2240 bucks that was deposited into my account. And all of it went to bills and past dues, credit cards and borrowed money. It was a little sad because I was hoping that more of it went to paying off my wife's credit card, or even saving for a vacation. But nope, all of it went to stuff we had floating around out there. Like the remaining 500 dollar bill from Alex's delivery. Expensive little guy. And the stupid little bills from the checkups, ultrasounds, and bills we had to skip last month because it was bills or food. All said and done, there is a tremendous weight off our shoulders, I got two cheap video games out of it, JL got rechargable batteries, Alex got a humidifier, and Elaine got... Double Stuf Oreos. And more financial wiggle room in her bills. Yeah, it's not so much that we want to improve our credit to buy a house, we just hate being poor. It's depressing as hell. But now the fridge is full, we have toilet paper and paper towels again, and I can avoid Blockbuster's late fees for at least another month because I have two Playstation 2 games to keep me occupied.

Monday, February 16, 2004

Hmm, I may not be as interesting as I thought I was...

Ten Random Facts about Me...

10) I am multilingual, though barely. My main language is English, and I speak Cantonese moderately well. My bad habit of filling in the blanks with English is common. I speak Mandrian as well, though not enough to get me anywhere.

9) I have a half brother, and his name is Wayne. The one and only time I've seen him was when I was in Singapore, and I was either 13 or 14, and he was just an infant. Ironically, that would make him about JL's age now. Didn't even think about that till just now. I assume he's still around living with my Dad.

8) I left Singapore at age 14, after leaving my all-boys school. I started high school here as a freshmen, basically having to start over. My mom would leave for Singapore for a month annually, leaving me here by myself. With no microwave at first.

7) My accent has two modes - one for my family, and the other for everyone else. The one I use with my family is heavily accented in what we call, Singlish. I actually use the calmer version of that, because the true Singlish is not quite my thing. Both are equally real, and it's very difficult for me to cross over without feeling like I'm just pretending.

6) I am a published author. The Sixth College in La Jolla, California has a class that taught Ethics or something, and the professor wanted to publish one of my scripts in their collection. I actually have the book and it's kinda cool, except it is a little embarassing to have my text sandwiched between real works of literature.

5) I have a cool last name. It means "Thunder" in Chinese, and I really don't know why it isn't really popular in Chinese media. I was always the only one with that surname in my classes, and I've only come across it a few times when it comes to surnames.

4) I put the Western Front online. The story goes like this, I applied to be a Journalism student at the college, and vowed to the chair of the department that I would put the paper online. Of course, I didn't know at the time that they simply accepted students anyway, didn't have to make any kind of promise like that. Nonetheless, the paper had been occasionally online, but I put it online on a regular basis, whenever the paper version came out, and the online editor position was created. I did everything pure HTML, and even won the newspaper 2nd place in the SPJ (Society of Professional Journalists) non-daily website competition in the Student category. This was cool because I got to meet Lori Matsukawa, Robert Mak, and some newspaper writers.

3) Similar to the one above, I was a newspaper editor. It started off at the community college, then progressed to the University paper, and I even got to be the Welcome Back editor. Then I started to hate journalism and I pretty much pissed all my momentum away.

2) Everything major I've done - online publishing, movie shooting, editing, and videography... have all been self taught. Have yet to teach myself to be a musician, which would be a really cool thing to have done if I were more musically inclined.

1) My wife is the only person I've been intimate with. Beyond that, barely second base at best. Girls: That's so Sweet! Guys: Dude, You suck! Cue early 80s Madonna song...