OH HOLY HEAVENS. IT'S JUNE 2010.

SO MUCH has changed in the course of a year.
I am finally finishing my thesis!
Robert started taking a couple of courses at the Cabrillo Community College.
We moved into another apartment that has quickly become an awesome home for us.
My brothers and I are CLOSER THAN EVER with our shared secrets.
My godson is attending high school next year.
FaceBook has reconnected me to more people than I could hope for.
My parents are getting older (duh) but it also means that I'm more aware of their health.
I hear my bones crack more often -- but not a deterrent for climbing!
In fact, we're now climbing at 5.10a/b (versus 5.8/5.9 from last year).
And even though we don't have kids on our own, we revel at our friends' babies' developments!
My friends' circumstances are changing as well, and we have to continue working hard to stay close.

There have been days when I cried because so many things are changing. Because I have felt so scared about getting older and losing people. Because I have felt overwhelmed by my future responsibilities. For example, I cried the first time I signed a lease contract. Not in front of the person, of course.

Still, the world rotates and revolves around the sun. And I cannot make time stand still. And the peculiar thing I learned is that the reason why I'm so scared sometimes is because I am very, very aware of life and death. And I like to keep both in mind in order to do both very well. I live well to die well. And to aim to die well means I aim to live well. Does that make sense?

What to eat?

Robert and I love to eat, and we try our best to cook often. Here are some of our attempts!


TACO-RRITO




















We got out of church and didn't want to spend money so in ten minutes, I whipped up: a taco-rrito (taco + burrito). It has eggs, spinach, chicken sausage w/ mango, bell pepper, and lots of cilantro on top of a toasted flour tortilla.



GRILLED BEEF & SWEET POTATOES




















It was not the slowest evening. I must have had a paper due or something, but we wanted to cook something hearty. The beef was tender and well-spiced. (Good job, Robert!) And then I just nuked the sweet potatoes and mashed them well with organic butter.


FILIPINO DISH: PINAKBET
(JIMI & ROBERT'S VERSION)

















I was craving Filipino food, and this was a pretty good try. Pinakbet is something I grew up with: lots of vegetables. So we bought a buttersquash-yam combo from Trader Joe's, along with organic green beans. We sauteed garlic and onion, added the chicken sausage, and then steamed the vegetables with them. Voila! It's not like my grandmother's, but it was good for the time being.

The fuller story of my sprained ankle incident

I usually procrastinate during finals week by blogging! But I technically only had 3 days of "finals week" before Robert and I had to drive down to Southern CA for a wedding so I didn't have time to blog this time around. Thus: I blog during spring break!

First things first. I sprained my ankle 3 days after Christmas in 2009. That was the biggest ordeal this winter quarter. I have the unluckiest winter quarters. Last year, I had a sinus infection for which I had to take 5 or 6 rounds of antibiotics that never worked. Thank you, NETI POT, for saving me from surgery and incompletes in my transcripts.

So, sprained ankle. I told my parents I was "jumping" and tripped on something badly. That wasn't a complete lie. I just didn't want to tell them that I had been bouldering (indoor rock climbing without the safety rope). Why, you ask? Because I KNEW that even though I'm already 27, they will still tell me to stop what I was doing that caused my sprained ankle. So they told me: "Stop jumping around!" (HAHA)

The complete story: Robert and I were in Riverside, visiting the Hangar climbing gym. We were bouldering just fine. We had probably already completed about 6 routes. Then I saw a 14-year old or something who was hanging by two fingers, and I felt the competitive-adrenaline-rush. I went up a pretty mellow (V1) route but it curved at the top (about a 10-ft boulder) so you couldn't see below you. Well, I was getting pretty tired and I couldn't see where to put my feet. I told Robert: "I'm jumping now." No problem there. BUT the landing was horrific. I stepped on the edge of the crash pad and twisted both sides of my left ankle (and also smashed my right elbow). Unbelievable. The crash knocked the wind out of me and all I could gasp was: "Robert, I can't move." He got help from the front desk person who slabbed ice on my ankle after Robert took of my climbing shoes, which felt tighten even more because of my quickly swelling foot.

"Do you want me to call 911?"
"No way, I don't want to pay for ambulance fees."
"Did you break anything?"
"I hope not."
"Let's go to the E.R."
"Okay, call my grad school health insurance people first to see if they will cover this."

Ring, ring, ring. Bureaucracy, hello. How can I help you get your treatment and still worry about how you'll pay for this? Let me put you through so-and-so. Oh, you'll need to call another number for that information.

Robert had to carry me through the E.R. doors the way a groom would carry his new bride (which Robert never got to do with me, anyway, so yay). We were afraid I'd broken something, so we got high priority that evening. After only 3 or 4 hours (to our pleasant surprise and relief), I was back at my in-laws for a lovely post-Christmas dinner. The doctors concluded that I had sprained my ankle.

I only found out days later that it was a terrible, terrible sprain. A grade-3 sprain is when my ligaments are torn and I would need a surgery. I had a 2.75 or something like that. My ankles were capital "S" Swollen. What a way to welcome 2010.

It's March now. Spring, in fact. I'm sorry to say that my ankle is still swollen and I won't have my old groove back. I know because I tried dancing at a wedding party and I couldn't pull off my moves. I also know because I was climbing another bouldering route and I couldn't even start it because it asks me to position my left foot in a way that it can't--right now. The doctors tell me that I won't get "all better" until June or July, but I hear people telling me "your ankle will never be the same." I'm sad, yes. But I have to learn to live with my 'new' ankle. I will love it and cherish it until the day I die. My physical therapist says to never call it my "bad ankle." I can see that.
Some tips/things I learned:
1. Instead of the E.R., if you can help it, go to Urgent Care instead. You will only receive one bill that way. With the E.R., I received up to 5 separate bills -- oh, the headache!

2. R-I-C-E means rest, ice, compression, and elevation -- do it asap after spraining an ankle.

3. Be patient with your body as it heals. It is strong and beautiful, but it needs your TLC.

Thank you, dear friends and in-laws, who helped me and Robert finish our move out of the Koshland Apartments because I was in crutches the whole time. Our cleaning report said: "good job" with most of the credits going to MamaNan (Robert's mom) who did a lot of the grunge work. <3

MOVING DAY TODAY

We live on campus right now, an easy stroll to both Robert's office and mine. We can wait 7 minutes before work or school starts, and then roll out of bed. There are deer, quails, bluejays, squirrels, and raccoons surrounding us. They get musical on us. We have great neighbors. I can 'ooh' and 'aah' over the neighbors' babies and kids, and they don't mind so much. So why move?

The rent. The rent has gotten ridiculous in the past year (up to $1,301 now) and they're raising the cost again in July 2010 to $1,400 or close to that. We still have to pay for PG&E and the poor insulation means I have to keep the heater on most of the day and the night. Or I walk around with pajamas, a robe, and a fuzzy blanket on. Really, it's a great place - so spacious! But we have got to find a new place so we can redirect some of the money towards other things.

Like Robert's classes for example. He'll start attending Cabrillo College this fall to take pre-requisite courses for a Physical Therapy degree in the future. But I'll let him tell you about that. We're very excited!

So the new place we're moving to: a really "cozy" apartment in the Seabright area. We picked it because it's definitely within our housing budget, and utilities are included. What's fun though -- and this was actually a factor of our standards for the new place -- is it's close to the Pacific Edge climbing gym! (I like to tell people this at the gym.) Robert describes our new place as "mostly a kitchen" which was also a big factor, actually! The predicament is where to station our office desk. But other than that, it's wonderful, and we're looking forward to making it work!

In a way, it's an answered prayer to our hope for destuffifying. (My mom-in-love simply calls it destuffing, which is actually better and shorter, but Robert and I like to keep it cooky and complicated.) We are learning to let go of 'things'. I am such a sentimental sap and want to keep everything, but I can't. Not at this place. And we can't just store everything at our parents' house, hehe. So we'll see how much we can destuffify!

A list of things we'll have to buy as necessities: curtains and curtain rods (for more privacy) and wood (to build more storage shelves). We'll post up before and after photos on another blog entry! We're just waiting for the key!

Dear Koshland house, Thank you for hosting us for a year and a half. We really were very fortunate to have been able to live here and host so many people as well! We even fit as much as 9 people sleeping over with you! Thank you for letting us sing karaoke here and experimenting in your kitchen. Thank you for hearing us out through our heated discussions and our making-up in our first year of marriage. Thank you for keeping us dry and warm. We will never forget having lived here. We met wonderful neighbors who are now our friends. I will miss you. With love, Jimi

The ARHAIKU Series: Pain in Poetry

Welcome to the Arhaiku ("Aray ko") Series: Pain in Poetry.

In the Filipino language, 'aray ko' expresses our pain. Its English equivalent is 'ouch'. One dawn, as I laid in bed waiting for my alarm clock to go off, I had a sudden burst of creative silliness. And here is the result: writing haikus to share painful experiences. A haiku is a Japanese poem that has three lines. Each line has a designated number of syllables: 5-7-5. It is usually written in present tense to describe the moment. It is also traditionally about nature. I diverge from the last two standards (at times), or at least I try my best to follow the present tense standard. And the nature part...well, we could say that pain is natural, and my body is part of nature. So I suppose I'm not that off!

I hope you enjoy reading--maybe 'enjoy' is not the right word. Because then you'd be sadistic! But I guess what I mean to say is: I hope the few seconds you take to read the poem are not wasted seconds.

Pain in Poetry: Arhaiku 1
Bowlful of water
boiled perfectly to spill. Burn
my young lap and legs.
Pain: February 2009
Poetry: written on 12/09/09

Pain in Poetry: Arhaiku 2
Hunger blinds reason
but does not dull the knife so
finger gushes red
Pain: October 2008
Poetry: written on 12/11/09

Pain in Poetry: Arhaiku 3
Dancing to The Cure
brings heat. Shirt comes off, finger
pulls, tears right ripple
Pain: December 2009
Poetry: written on 12/11/09

Our 1st justified purchase...

...in the "it's-really-okay-to-buy-this" sense because: it's our present for a 67-year old woman through The Christmas Project organization!



We hope she likes her VERY CHERRY lipstick, golden tones eyeshadow, and blush/face powder in a handy make-up bag. =)

How I won the $25 gift card

Here goes :)