Coincidence…?

Today, I was at work, when I got a call from Brenda, my friend from law school. She asked me if I was on campus and I told her that I was not. Then she asked if I parked on campus and I said no. Then she said that there was a green kia blocking the serviceway on campus and that there was an announcement made. I thought about it then realized I did park on campus!

I looked over at my friend attorney and asked if she had a car and if she could take me. She said she would.

As an afterthought, I called the security desk. I asked if they knew what was going on and they said that they were going to call a tow truck, and I begged them not to. I explained that I am a student and that I was not on campus and I was on my way back right now. He didn't sound promising, but he gave me 5 minutes.

I rushed over to school and, THANKFULLY, found my car still there and the security guy I talked to standing over it. I moved it. [I have to bake them cookies or something.]

Afterwards, I was a little puzzled because I don’t think that Brenda knows what car I drive. After an email profusely thanking her, I learned this is what happened: she was sitting in the library (when the announcement was made) with another classmate, Ken, who drove me back to my car last week after going out together after our final, who remembered I drove a green kia. He then told Brenda who called me to make sure that it wasn’t my car.

I was really in a sour mood today, mostly due to my own doing, and these past few weeks I’ve been really stingy about my time with God. I’ve been sick for the last week because of the food poisoning incident, and just when I thought it was all over, I stayed up all last night in the bathroom. I woke up late this morning and on my way to school, I got into a fight with my little sister about Scottie (again mostly my own doing), and at the time I got the fateful phone call I was writing my little sister a very mean email.

My mom kept saying that I must have done something bad to make God mad at me and keep me sick. I brushed it off nonchalantly thinking, “I been good with God,” though in my heart of hearts, I know I haven’t. It reminds me of how P. Jim-Bob always says that God will do whatever it takes to get our attention and sometimes he shouts, cuz that’s the only way I’ll listen.

Anyway in the midst of all my self-created unhappiness and what I thought was unappreciated self-sacrifices, this small gesture by my 2 friends made me realize that it could be a LOT worse.. and that I need to get my priorities straight.

…I think not!

an onion in my nose

after i threw up the contents of last night's shabu shabu for the umpteenth time, i blew my nose. it felt a little weird, so i opened up my tissue to find an onion. hahahahahahaha~

but seriously.. i feel SO sick. xP no more "B" graded shabu shabu!!

and then there were none...

i've become one of those girls...

everywhere i go, i'm always starting off sentences with "my boyfriend..." even when i don't mean to.

i went out with a few of my classmates after our trial ad final to celebrate. it was a mix of people from class and the friends of classmates that volunteered to be our jury, so there were a good number of ppl i didn't know. of course before i knew it, i was spewing out things about "my boyfriend this" and "my boyfriend that." i do that every time i go out with guys i don't know... hahaha~

it's actually a technique i learned from an unni @ USD. i was telling her that i always ended up with trouble because i didn't realize that guys assumed i liked them just because i was responding to their questions. so she said her tactic is to use the "my-boyfriend"-in-every-sentence technique.

fastfwd 2 years, and i have become a master at it. so much so that i do it subconsciously. hehehe

...and i'm ok with it. x)

here are some pictures of my nieces:






this is what she looks like when she's "talking"


she's a happy baby. x)

and then there was one...

2 of the kittens died last night. one of them seemed to be getting a little better. i fed it around 11:30pm. when i went back to see it at 1am, it had passed on. i didn't expect the other one to make it, and to be honest, i was praying that God would be merciful and take the poor thing.. it was writhing and yelping in pain every so often . it was probably one of the most heart-wrenching things i ever witnessed. i thought the best thing to do was to keep it as comfortable as possible, so i put the sick kitten in a box, filled a water bottle with hot water, and covered it with a towel. when i woke up a few hours later to the sound of my dad, he told me that it died.

such a short and painful life. it seemed ironic that this should happen during passion week...

now you can rest in peace kitties..finally.

if you guys could take a few moments to pray for my kittens today, i'd really appreciate it. they were getting better, except for one that seemed to be getting worse. i came home last night to find it very cold (very bad sign!) so i took it back to the vet. we came back with more medicine, but the vet didn't guarantee anything.

when i woke up this morning to feed them, all of them seem to be a bit worse! i think at this point, we need a miracle, so if you could keep them in prayer, i'd really appreciate it.

thanks!

just to balance out the story below:

on sunday, we were sitting together drinking coffee before service. i looked over at him, and said, "aww, you didn't shave today."

he looked lovingly back at me, touched above my lips and responded, "aww, you didn't either."

sitting across from each other @ cantina's in brea, i reminded kevin to pray before he ate. he did the obligatory eye closing for 3 brief seconds then started to dig into the meal. i gave him my "you know better" look.

he smiled and asked, "do you know what i prayed?"

i responded, "thank you for the food, amen."

he said, "no, i said: 'thank you for the food and thank you for haejin.'"

i started laughing and said, "no you didn't."

he laughed with me, but then said, "no, i really did.."

puke all you want. i am so lucky. ::pleased face::

kitty update

apparently, i can't take them to the shelter because it's mating season.. so all the shelters will be overwhelmed with abandoned/unwanted kittens. so, if i take them to any shelter, i was informed that all of them will be killed.

so now.. plan b. is to take them to the vet tm morning. and spend whatever money i can to keep them alive.

scottie, on the other hand, can't be fixed until 5 wks after her birth because it's dangerous for her. so.. we wait on that too.

all this kitty drama is making me so sad. one of the kittens is starting to get that very dangerous crust. i'm going to have to keep a close eye on it tonight. the vet opens @ 9 am. it has to make it for 9 hrs..

Lord, please sustain the poor kitten.

the other kitten i thought was safe is weak from the same symptoms. i called the vet and they suggested i bring in the entire litter to be examined. as much as i want to and need to do this (for my own peace of mind), i can't today because i'm at class til well after the vet closes.....and at the rate the other kitten died, i don't think this one will make it til tm morning.

we need to get scottie fixed asap.

if you guys can take a moment just to pray that the kitten makes it through the night so i can take it to the vet in the morning. i know it's just a kitten, but God loves kittens too..

*sigh*

Lord sustain me...

[edit]
it didn't make it.

at this point i have a sinking feeling that all the kittens will be suffering the same fate. they all started with the same harmless stuffy nose and cough. we decided that the best thing to do is to take the remaining kittens into the animal shelter. scottie refuses to take care of her kittens, and i think it's because she knows they're all sick. i'm going to just do the best i can tonight (because none of the other ones are yet showing the other signs yet) and then take them first thing tm morning.

i spent the last hour and a half trying to feed one of scottie's kittens whose mouth had been hardened shut by some sort of mucus it is producing because it is sick. apparently, because its mouth had been shut closed, it hadn't eaten in a few days because it was emaciated and could barely move.

initially, it fought with me because it was having trouble breathing and didn't seem able to swallow and just wanted to be left alone. but i was determined to keep it alive, and was even resolved to stay up all night to do it. and by some miracle it started to drink a little bit of the formula, so i let it lie on the warm heating pad and bundled it up to keep it warm.

i left very briefly to wash my hands, brush my teeth and wash my face. when i came back, the kitten was no longer breathing. it looked so peaceful though.. the first time tonight. maybe this is for the best, but i can't help but feeling like i made it worse. maybe i should've left it with scottie. i took it because i thought i could take better care of it. maybe i touched it too much. maybe i shouldn't have left it alone, even for a second, and i should have kept trying to feed it. i donno.

i feel helpless.