103 days left in the islands!

let's see... today, i went to apply for my old job-- again. i've been w/ the company on and off for the last seven years. i've seen the office clerk there more times than i can count. i interviewed with the same lady who's interviewed me every time i've come back to the company.

the good news is that i was still listed as employed in the company so i didn't have to go through the long process of filling out a lot of paper work again.

i went to see my grandma today... it's nice to know that some things never change... even the lock on her door... it's the same lock that's been there since she bought the house. now it's more broken than ever, but she refuses to get a new one.

my grandma showed me pictures of my cousin's first child. i have another second cousin on the way in november (yay!)

walking around my grandma's backyard and noticing the jabong trees and how they were producing fruit, my dad was telling me that my grandpa had planted these trees many, many years ago when they had first bought the house back in the 60s. when he died, the trees went into a wilting phase and dried up. the fruit shriveled up as well. this wasn't by my grandma's lack of watering (she waters the plants twice a day because it's so hot in kapahulu), but my dad explained to me that the trees were tied to my grandpa and felt the loss too. this didn't sit right with me as i noticed that there were many jabong on the tree that were looking much healthier than i ever remembered. my dad said this meant that he made it to "the other side" okay and is symbolic of his rebirth. uh... chinese spirituality. i didn't want to ask further for fear of other spirits. yes, i serve a God who triumphs over everything, but with the battles i've been through, i still somewhat revere what i've been taught in childhood. a little joy luck club for ya...

my dad and i walked around an ethnic market where i bumped into a teacher i hadn't seen in years (maybe almost 10). it was nice seeing a familiar face after all this time.

ooh, on a side note, it really peevs me that the first thing ppl notice upon seeing me is how much weight i've lost. they don't notice that i've changed a lot in the way i carry myself, my confidence, my intellect, the way i dress, or the spiritual growth i've gone through. i hate being defined by this measure, but apparently, it's the only measure that ppl in hawaii notice. that, and whether or not i have a boyfriend, which i still don't (which isn't such a bad thing). it is a sad, sad thing to be defined by how much i weigh and my "social" status.

i need to get away from this.