8 leaking over sixty gallons of blood in two wheel barrels

moving is quite an interesting experience. it's been three years. before that, it was every couple of years or so; all i know is that i've moved over eight times in my life. what i've noticed is that there is always so much useless junk i don't throw out- some are literally just pure useless where i don't know why i've even kept them for so long, but some others are useless items that hold significant memories or items that were given by old friends, especially those who were close but don't talk with anymore.

there are clothes from missions trips, bridge tournament, retreats, etc; journals and notes and cards from different stages in life; birthday presents and presents in general; even stuff from hk like my expired ID and subway card. many of these things are useless but it's hard to throw them out. it feels as if they are the proof of your experiences. it feels as if you were to throw them out, your experiences were never existent or they were fake. when no one else was there to validate them for you, only these items can hold such meaning.

i'm looking forward to when i'm old to look back at the past of right now and smile,... hopefully.

53 one way ticket is quite expensive, though makes sense

so latest news is that we're moving out of the place in flushing before this upcoming Saturday. cousin Sam already left for hk last night. it's quite a sad thought. almost feels like we're growing up. i'm sure he'll have a blast in Japan though. anyways, moving most of the stuff out on Thurs. prob move more stuff on Friday. it'll be quite the excitement. Probably going to temporarily stay at parent's place.

32 they said those casseroles are quite delicious

this world has become a bit too gray, and i speak not of dullness. perhaps people have been kinder, nicer, apologetic. we live in an age where we try not to offend anyone, where we tolerate injustice and readily "forgive." this modern age has such a twisted sense of grace and a distorted view of forgiveness. they tell me it's okay; it's not that bad; there's a middle road; there are gray areas. the world i used to live in was very black and white. at times, i prefer it to be that way.