My mom called last night and asked me when we are going to have babies. Our plan is to get pregnant next year. I will be the same age as my mom when she had me. According to Chines zodiac, our first baby will be either rat or pig. My mom was telling me all different calculations for getting either a baby boy or girl. I don't believe any of it, but my mom swears by it. With Peter's new job, our finance has gotten better, maybe it is time to build a family. I really believe that there's never a good time to have babies. Of course you have to be able to take care of yourself first. I think raising children is the scariest thing, but they also bring so much joy. I don't want to miss out on that. To me, being a mom is one of my purposes in life.

We saw Jet Li's Fearless today. I like it better than his other Hollywood movies. The guy he portrayed in the movie, Huo Yuanjia, had very significant influence on martial art. Yes, it is based on a real person, but a lot of the details were fictionalized for the movie. Although there's a message, the fighting is still the selling point here, and it was very entertaining.

After the movie, we had cheesecakes from The Cheesecake Factory. Umm~ Cheesecake.

Three days pain preceptor seminar is finally over. I shouldn't say "finally" because I really enjoyed it. I was exhausted when I came home. I have only slept for 4 hours every night for the past three nights. For people like me who needs at least 8 hours sleep every night, this is just intolerable. I was going to take a little nap, which turned into a 3 hours makeup sleep. It's starting to get cold really fast. Good thing I have a warm body to cuddle with.

I went to M.A.C. today, and there was this boy (I call him boy because he really is just a boy, maybe in his early 20s) who showed me some good techniques. It's a delightful experience when a makeup artist actually knows what he's doing. I have encountered so many that were disappointing. I walked out there with new eyeshadows and blush and feeling pretty good.

I'm in pain class this week. Today was my first day, and it was very good. Also free breakfast and lunch, yay! I got a lot of valuable information today, and tomorrow we are going to do rounds with the pain clinicians. Today Angie, one of the girls at work, gave me a few Paula Begoun newletters. Paula's the author of Don't Go To The Cosmetics Counter Without Me. Angie and I are both cosmetics and skin care junkies. We love to talk about it whenever we can at workl. One of the benefits of being a girly girl. For girls like us, Paula's newsletter is really help, because she goes indepth in the effectiveness of the product, and why it does or doesn't work, or if it's worth the money. We all know how much money we have wasted on products that not only ineffective but also caused problems, right?

About those Origins products I purchased couple weeks ago, here's my verdict:


Modern Friction"Skin-refining Rice Starch, cushioned in cream, shows real affinity for rapidly removing sluggish cells, uneven patches and signs of skin damage and discolorations..."
I like it because it's not too harsh like a lot of the micro-dermabrasion on the market. I'm not sure if it's as effective as I hoped for though as far as the discolorations goes. It does however make you skin feels clean and smooth.


Out of Trouble "Nature’s trouble-shooters, including super-absorbent Zinc Oxide and Sulfur, calming Camphor plus skin-sloughing salicylic acid, rapidly respond to problem skin’s plight with a three-part plan - sop up oily-shine, slough off sticky, dead cells, and sweep away irksome debris..."
I also like this one. Although it's not mentioned in its description, it seems to dry out pimples faster. One thing though, make sure put some good mositurizer on afterward. It drys out skin quite a bit as well.

I had a bizarre dream couple nights ago. I dreamed about being part of the LOTR fellowship. Apparently the lava didn't really destroy the ring. I forgot what we were supposed to do to save the middle-earth, but I remember I was running constantly and chased by dragons. Weird eh?!

I got my bangs trimmed this afternoon. It was nice, but I had to do some touch up when I got home. Then I went to tattoo shopping with Mary Ann. Okay, don't get too excited yet my friends, we were just looking. So far neither of us has any ink on my body yet. I was creeped out by the buzzing sound of the needles. I haven't seen any design I'm dying to have marked on myself permanently, and I doubt if I ever will. I should be extremely picky when it comes to things like that. Don't want anything that will scream "What were you thinking?!" later. There's this little pizza place called Big Tomato. They have a sign that says "lousy service". No kidding. You walk in there, and then up to this tiny counter, no big menu hanging up above, just a stack of paper menus you can pick up at the counter. We had the New York style, which is my favorite, with Italian sausages and mushroom. It was very good. High recommened.

Happy Monday! I'm happy cuz I don't have to work today and I'm going to have my bang trimmed this afternoon, very excited. So you probably notice there are a few cute things added on my blog. Look to the right side. One of them is my blog pet. Yes, I'm dork. So what?! I have a lot more free time than most of you. Well, this little guy eats my blog. Which means it gets bigger the more I blog. Isn't that funny? It can also learn to say some of the things on your blog. You all should get one so our little guys can hang out at each other's home.

Last night was Mary Ann's birthday, and we went to bar to celebrate. It's a sport bar, and it's quite nice on sunday night because there weren't that many people. I'm not a big bar or night club person. I don't drink, smoke, or dance, so that's not really my scene. I met some of Mary Ann's friends. They all seemed really nice, but I couldn't help but feel the gap between us. They all seemed so young. We are only few years apart, but somehow I felt much older. People put on their party faces. Just because we are supposed to be partying, doesn't mean we have to laugh at every joke, get excited and screamed at every drunken moment. Listening to myself, I realized not only am I old, I'm also a partypooper.

I'm spending this weekend alone. Peter has to work. I haven't had a weekend all by myself for a very long time. It's actually kinda nice. I have done a lot of lazying around today. I was going to see that movie The Illuionist by myself, but I lost track of time, maybe tomorrow. I was on the computer all afternoon messing with my blogs. Yes, I'm obsessed. I was playing with my blog pets. Haha... They are kinda dumb, but they are cute and they don't poop on my floor. I'm so hungry right now. We had a good lunch at the Waterfront Seafood restaurant. My tuna sandwich was delicious. I can't wait for Peter to get off work so we can have dinner together. It will be a midnight meal by the time he's done.

Peter suggested if Chichi keeps pooping on the basement floor, we may have to get rid of her. If Chichi's gone, I'm not sure if we should keep Orlando. He will be so lonely. We have tried so many things, but Chichi just won't use the litter box. I would hate to give her away, she's the first cat I ever had. She's so darn cute too. So sad to even think about it.

Work sucked tonight. I was gonna go home early, but then one of the nurses' little girl was having a fever and was in day care. She had to go pick her up, so I said I would stay few more hours. Actually I didn't mind, I was scheduled to work anyway. The sucking part was one of my patients started to have more pain and just out of control anxiety. I spent almost an hour in there total. I had given her everything she could have, I even called the doc for more pain meds. She just had her other knee done couple weeks ago, and she kept comparing this knee to the other one. She just couldn't believe how this one could hurt much more. I explained to her they are two different knees. Then she said she jsut didn't think she should be having this much pain when she's in the hospital. That didn't make any sense at all. We were always told that pain is whatever the patient says. I'd like to believe that, and I do a good job of providing pain relief to my patients, but there's a limit. When you see your patients sound asleep, then you wake them up and ask how their pain is, they still say it's at a 10, you'd wonder, wouldn't you? I think some people are more dramatic than others, just like how we are in life. Yes, we all have different pain tolerance, but I think we all have different ways to deal with pain too. Even though it's the same level of pain, some people tough it up because they know certain pain is inevitable while others choose to scream and cry. There are so many patients who don't know how to deal with pain would tell us to just knock them out with narcotics. We have advanced a lot in medicine, but they still have to cut your flesh open in surgery. If paper cut hurt like hell, what do you think having a big old incision will feel? People need to get real. Things are easlier nowaday, but having a major surgery is no picnic. Don't expect things to be easy especially when it's an elective surgery.We nurses do our best to get you well, but you got to do your part too. Remember, "No pain, no gain".

I like blogging because I have so much free time, and I'm in love with myself. Why else do we want to blog about our daily lives and let millions of people to read about it? (Pardon me for not actually having millions of readers. Maybe just a handful.) Are our lives really that interesting? Do we really think people give a thing about it? Or maybe this is how we feel connected to others. We don't like people to invade our privacy, but we gladly tell them details about our lives on the internet. Aren't we contradicting ourselves here? I guess the only difference is when we blog, we can choose to blog about the things that make us look good. Aren't we a little full of ourselves?

It's been rainning for a few days now, when is it gonna stop? The gloomy weather is kinda soothing, but it also makes me dreary. I feel lack of interest in doing anything, but that's not new for me. I think it's the pace of the mid-west. I'm not used to this slow pace life style. Anyway, I can smell the fall coming soon. That's my favorite season. I love fall and winter. That's when all the best holiday are, halloween, thanksgiving, christmas. I'm getting a little excited for halloween this year. I have a house to decorate and candies to hand out to the kids from the neighborhood. My mood has just been lifted.

Well, saw a few movies this weekend. One of them was Match Point. It's a story about a man climbing up the social ladder by marrying a girl from rich family. Later he was torn between his comfortable life with his wife and the woman he obsessed with. I can't tell you the ending, because it is quite dramatic. Nothing good ever comes with adultery. It always ends in tragedy. An affair starts with betrayal and lies on both sides. How does a relationship last without honesty and loyalty? That's what happens when people just do whatever that makes them happy. We are sinful, since birth. It's our nature to sin. When it comes to that fine line between good and evil, we already have one foot on the evil side. We have to make a conscious effort to do the right thing everyday of our lives. Nobody said it's easy.

The other movie we saw was The Family Stone. It's a big propaganda, just terrible. Boo...

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I do realize that I look really serious and sometimes angry when I'm not smiling. You know how some people always have this happy go lucky face all the time, well, I'm not one of those. I smile when I feel like it, and my smile is always genuine. I hate it when some people always have this fake smile on their face. I hate it even more when a waiter or some guy at the movie rental place told me I need to smile more. How rude? They don't even know me. Actually I don't even know why they felt the need to say anything. Were they trying to cheer me up or they just felt uncomfortable with my unsmiling face? So then I would have to fake smile in return because I'm nice, but that little moment there end up making my day crappy because they have pissed me off. I'd rather have them ask me if something is wrong, instead of just assume that I'm an unhappy serious person. If they don't care enough to know why I don't smile, or if my serious face makes them feel uncomfortable, then they just need to look the other way. Yes I know, I'm a meany. I know they are just trying to be nice. Sigh... okay I will work on this, dang it!

I just had tostada the first time. It's delicious! Hurray for El Ray!...I was so happy it's pay day today. Bought some stuff from Origins and will rate it later.... I'm beginning to realize blogs are not all that personal. You can't really say whatever you have in mind because it's viewed by many people, especially your friends and families. It really upset me when my mom used to call me up just to tell which words I misused on my blog. She doesn't do that anymore after my silent protest her insensitivity by stop blogging for a while. I think I had made my point.

I thought the sky was pretty the other day. The cotton candy color clouds made me feel like a kid again. I love childhood imagination. No limitation and always happy thoughts. This picture also reminded me of how great our God is. Look at the marvelous things he created. This is only earth, imagine how wonderful heaven will be.

We had quite a few patients coming from ER the other night. 4 of them were hip fracture. Who's going around town pushing down old people? One of mine was this cute little old lady. I told her she has very nice skin, and she really does. She smiled and said, "I wish mine was as smooth as yours". =) She was getting too excited going to a bingo game that night, she ended up tripping over herself and broke her hip. That poor thing.