Doing the Unthinkable

One day, after a realllyyyy long, exhausting hike, you come up to a dark cave by the beach along the shore.... When the rain starts coming down. You want to go inside the cave because you want shelter and warmth and you know it will give you the satisfaction you need to stay protected from the rain. But you're debating if you should go in because its really dark inside and you don't know what to expect; you dont even have a flash light. Then, you see a BRIGHT YELLOW SIGN that says "CAUTION, BEARS INSIDE, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK."

Would you be a fool for walking into the cave when there's a CLEAR SIGN advising you against such action? Or would you be a fool to sit outside of the cave, getting drenched (placing yourself at risk for pneumonia) and realizing the bears inside were baby cubs... all cuddly, warm and soft? Do you go in, respecting the cautionary tale, because you WANT to make sure there are no bears, to experience it for yourself (regardless of the warning) and face the potential danger of man eating bears? Or do we stay outside, because we know better than that!?

If we do the unthinkable, would it make us look crazy?

ps. can u tell i like to talk in analogies?

... and the countdown begins.

I officially have 3 weeks of school left. I am 1 presentation, 1 paper and a bunch of random useless evaluations away from the freedom that will become me. April 9, 2010, my last ACADEMIC day of my nursing degree. WHO IS FREAAAKKINNNN EXCITED! Then I start my consolidation/final practicum at the Hospital for Sick Children at the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit for about 2 months. Excitement is definitely in the air. I can't wait to get back into the hospital and do the thing nurses do (haha). Then, for the big day, [drum roll please].... JUNE 24, 2010, I am officially done.... FOREVER!!! (or until I come back to do my Nurse Practitioner, but that's not for another 3 years, nor does that sound as dramatic as "Forever" so we will ignore that little detail).

Apparently, the world is telling me I need to be an adult soon with a career. Well I guess that only makes sense after pouring over 30Gs into my educations (aaaand that includes my 20G scholarship that helped buffer that cost)... So I better get a jump on that career if I want to start paying back my student loans. But seriously, who needs a Bachelor of Science ANDD a Bachelor of Science in Nursing. Whhhhattt I wastee of monnnnaayyy...

Dear OSAP,
Thank you for supporting me for the last 5 years through tuition, rent, groceries, bills and even supporting my shopping sprees and vacations. Its fun to reminisce about all those memorable moments we've shared... All the scares and angry times, when you told me you were only going to give me enough money to pay for HALF my tuition....AND remember that time you sent me a letter and made me cry because you told me I needed to give you all your money back even though I needed it? Thanks for all the good times and ALL THE MORE greatness that lies in our future.... I just ask of one thing, please be good to me in the years to come and I promise Ill try to make my payments on time.

Your long time companion and foe,

Jenni. aka. broke ass mother father who relies on you to live.

negative nine point eight meters per second squared.

i didn't realize what was happening,

so stop bringing me down.

i may have be prepared for the impact,

but i'm not ready to touch ground.

So I stretch out my arms,  hoping for air resistance.

I reach out my hands, looking for something to hold on to.

but it keeps working against me.

damn.

Reality bites.

... not only does it bite, it bites [hard] AND leaves a mark.

Frig.

So when reality bites, don't be a fool.... bite back.

Over the last couple of months, I've been getting to know myself a bit better...I've been learning about my  own boundaries and limits. Feeling out what I like, what I don't like. What I want, what I don't want. What I need, what I don't need. Things that make me uncomfortable, things that I am willing to try regardless of feeling uncomfortable. What I tend to do, what I would never do. Things I can tolerate and things I need to be more assertive about ...Its definitely been an interesting journey of self discovery.

For as long as I can remember, I've been a certain type of person. Predictable. But recently, I've come across a new box of crayons with a wide range of vibrant colours, colours I've never used before. Its not about the basic 8-pack anymore, but about busting out the 64-colour pack with the built in sharpener (who knew crayola would be so efficient). Who needs the standard blue, rose, violet and yellow when you can be using Magic mint, Jazzberry jam and Laser lemon. I cant help but explore and see what all the different colours look like and even dare say... to  colour outside the lines.

But as I'm colouring,  I come to realize, the template I thought I needed to follow isn't even there.... but I have a blank page of endless possibilities.  Colour away I say, Colour away ! Lets try out these bad boys and draw me an awesome picture. 

On a side note:

who remembers that movie?  The days before winona became a kleptomaniac?

my rock.

The wise man built his house upon a rock,
the rains came down & the floods came up
but the house upon the rock stood fast.

waiting for eventually

I missed a beat or something.
                          I've lost the rhythm,
             I'm all out of sync.
                               When did I lose count?

                   Where did the tempo go?

                                 I can't even hear the tune anymore.
          I'm waiting for it to finish,
but it just keeps on skipping...
               I hope it's not stuck on repeat. 

Mr. dj, can you spin the next track for me?

What's that I'm Tasting?

I have encountered funny tasting fruit. I always ask my mother to pack a fruit in my lunch (yes, my mom still packs my lunch for school- don't judge, be jealous). At lunch time, when I take a bite into my health snack, I cant help but kringe after every bite....my apple has a funky after taste? Has it gone bad?

Because I hate wasting food, I keep chomping away wondering what this mystery flavour is, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.  By the end of the day I forget about this initial inquiry until I am faced with it again the next day at lunch time.... As such, this has been going on for a while now and I have no sherlock in me to figure it out.... until one day on my search for fruit in the kitchen, I found apples.......in the kimchi fridge.

That funky after taste? Garlic. That mystery flavour? Fermented cabbage. Awesome. Mystery solved.

Dear umma, please stop putting the fruit in the kimchi fridge because all my applies taste like kimchi.