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I know I’ve already tweeted and facebook-ed this…...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 14:28:34 +0800

I know I’ve already tweeted and facebook-ed this… and probably personally asked half of you to watch this… but I’m obsessed with evangelizing this video so I thought I’d post it here too. :)

Thanksgiving 2009 :) As requested, the recipes (most of which I...

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 09:14:00 +0800

(photo by Christine Wei)

(photo by Christine Wei)

Thanksgiving 2009 :)

As requested, the recipes (most of which I took lots of liberty with):

Marathon Slow Roasted Turkey - good, but far from perfect (and thus not worth the time)
Wild Mushroom Stuffing - no complaints, but unmemorable
Best Turkey Gravy - don’t know about best, but pretty darn good except that it didn’t make enough (I kept it simple by only doing steps 1-6)
Garlicky Cranberry Chutney (halfway down page) - I don’t like cranberries, so I didn’t try it, but it was rather well received
Prosciutto-wrapped Sweet Potato (#48) - pretty freaking amazing, earned a permanent spot on my Thanksgiving menu (I nixed the sage leaf Mark Bittman calls for in the original recipe)
Crème Fraîche Biscuits - these earned their permanent spot on my Thanksgiving menu last year, and they didn’t fail to please again
Broccoli & Gruyere Gratin - good if you like gruyere a lot (broccoli too, of course), obviously not if you don’t
Lighter Skillet Green Bean Casserole - unremarkable, but perhaps that’s because I’m not particularly fond of green beans
Pumpkin Crème Brûlée - really tasty, visually impressive, but labor intensive (prepping the pumpkins)
Rosé Sangria with Cranberries and Apples - I like it, people liked it… but that may just be because it’s alcohol
Mashed potatoes were recipe-free, but FYI I (w/ help) sliced and chopped potatoes, steamed them for a bit, rinsed them with cold water, steamed them again until fall-apart-tender, then mashed with butter, roasted garlic, sour cream, heavy cream, bacon, salt, and pepper. I heated the heavy and sour creams prior to adding so the potatoes would stay hot.

Reality

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 15:51:33 +0800

Living in the moment isn’t a choice; it’s reality.

Happiness is not the sum of your life to date or the value of what lies ahead. It is how you feel right now, even if in response to the past or future.

This moment will never be again, no matter how hard you hold on.

This is the physical reality. The psychological reality. The everything-al reality. It is not necessarily some warm fuzzy concept or a carpe-diem-esque call to action, it simply is.

It’s just comes down to whether or not you accept that reality.

And when you have, what do you do with it?

Felice: i think i'm taking cathay home for the first time

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 01:45:21 +0800

Felice: i think i'm taking cathay home for the first time
Me: woohooo!
just mention my name for an upgrade to first class
Felice: ahahaha
lies
wait really?

a sense of closure, a new beginning

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:20:00 +0800

It has been almost a year since I last posted. In the meantime, my seventh blogging anniversary has passed. I have been inspired to give regular blogging an attempt again by many close friends who have all recently taken up blogging ventures of their own, so let’s hope this is a new beginning.

But first, a sense of closure. I have written the rest of this post many times in my head over the past few months (and the first half of it has been a neglected draft for three months) — a post to cap the bone marrow (non-)donation experience. It will never say what I want it to say, but here’s my best attempt.

The cancellation of the donation was at first mainly disappointing and frustrating. There is no doubt I felt deep concern for the recipient, who I can only hope no longer needed the treatment, rather than no longer being able to handle it. But I did not know this person, did not know his name, did not know his pain - really only a smidgen more connected to him than any other stranger. The disappointment and frustration was much more visceral. To feel fate offered some modicum of power, only to snatch it away and laugh at the last minute. To be so close to feeling like a true hero, feeling like, without a doubt, my life could finally, genuinely make an actual difference in someone else’s life. So close to having my existence infused with meaning in a way I strive for every day. It is a feeling not easily forgotten nor gently endured.

I came across a quote by George Bernard Shaw during this process that spoke to me. Here it is in its entirety (emphasis mine):

“This is the true joy in life: the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature, instead of a feverish selfish clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it, it is my privilege to do whatever I can. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me; it is a sort of bright torch which I have got hold of for a moment and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.”

Looking back it is hard to imagine I ever had to mull over the decision of whether or not to donate. What an incredible privilege it is to give.

Thank you to all those who gave me your love and support. It is no hyperbole to say that it was, at times, overwhelming. I have an unfortunate habit of forgetting, or having insecurities about, the strength of my relationships with those around me. But throughout my donation process, I was reminded constantly of how amazing the people I am so lucky to be able to call my friends are.

Final marrow donation plug: Right now, thousands of patients and their families are searching and hoping for a match. Find a registry. And donate blood while you’re at it. Then spread the word.

And now… welcome to my new blog. I’ve migrated to tumblr (for now, at least) in the hopes that it will compel me to post more. I’m embracing the spirit of focusing purely on content - as embodied by this, the most minimalist blog theme ever (until I get bored of it - probably very soon). Hope you’ll stick around.

The day that wasn't

Wed, 24 Dec 2008 14:27:00 +0800

My Outlook and Entourage reminders have been floating on my screens all day, reminding me of my “Bone Marrow Donation” appointment. It’s a little surreal to think I could have been in the hospital this morning getting my bone marrow “harvested,” and by now it would be on its way into someone else’s body. That didn’t happen due to some hiccups - a dozen insignificant little factors that conspired to change the course of this significant process. At the moment, I’m waiting to hear when my donation will be postponed to, a decision rightly left to the patient and his/her doctor.

In the meantime, thank you to everyone for all the support and concern. I hope you’ll take the opportunity to register to be a bone marrow donor as well. The more I learn, the more I’m compelled to evangelize this cause. At any given moment, thousands of patients and their families are searching and hoping for a match, essentially their last hope. You have a chance to be that last hope and all it takes is a cheek swab. And if you match, you will be giving someone a shot at beating his/her cancer in exchange for a little bit of inconvenience. 60-70% of donations are non-surgical (see: PBSC) and even if surgery is involved, all you have to face is some discomfort. As my friend over at Heal Emru puts it - “Would you pull someone out of the path of a moving car if you knew you would not put your own life in danger? What if you were saving someone heavier than you and you fell backwards so they fell on you? You’d probably feel sore. Would [you] still do it?”

Find a registry. And donate blood while you’re at it. Then spread the word.

That tickles!

Wed, 03 Dec 2008 13:56:00 +0800

Today I:

Got my first hospital wristband ever!
Tried my best to stay calm as I had 100 c.c. of blood drawn. Needles make me very, very nervous. I was taking deep breaths in and out – the nurse asked me if I was meditating. Then I was told I was a “trooper,” as if I’m 5 years old.
Peed in a cup.
Got a prescription for Percocet. Yum yum.
Met one of the doctors performing the “harvest.” Her name is Dr. Donato. Seriously. (Domo arigato…)
Was reassured I would feel nothing during the surgery (I’ll be out cold) and that the soreness afterwards would feel like I “fell hard on ice.”
Completed something like 50 pages of paperwork. Probably signed over all my legal rights and a kidney or two.
Got a chest x-ray.
Got an EKG. Giggled like the little girl I am when the technician applied the electrodes. At one point she said “you’re sensitive aren’t you” and intentionally tickled me some more. Can I sue for harassment now? Or did I sign away that right too?
Got chauffeured to and from Hackensack University Medical Center in Lexuses (Lexi? Lexera?). Seriously, doesn’t DKMS have better things to spend money on? Like… say… saving/extending lives?

In the next episode… Harold has to donate a unit of blood! Will he survive? Or will he pass out? What flavour juice will he be offered? Tune in next week to find out…

‘Tis the season for giving…

Sat, 29 Nov 2008 22:23:00 +0800

Hi everyone.

I’ve finally revived my blog because something important is coming up that I wanted to keep everyone informed about.

For those of you who don’t know – in less than a month I will be donating bone marrow.

I want you to know everything you want to know, so I will be posting and twittering regularly and have attempted to answer many frequently asked questions below. I hope this will not only keep you satisfactorily up-to-date on what’s going on, but also help you make the decision to register to be a donor and potentially donate if the opportunity arises. If you don’t feel like checking back regularly, you can subscribe to this blog via email on the post page at the bottom of the bar on the right of this post.

Here we go…

The rundown:
Sometime last academic year I joined the donor registry via a cheek swab and was contacted in September about being a possible match for a 9 year-old patient. I had my blood tested and have since been confirmed as the best match. This coming Tuesday, December 2nd, I will be meeting the doctor performing the surgery and getting a physical examination. If all goes well, I will be donating bone marrow on Tuesday, December 23rd at the Hackensack University Medical Center in New Jersey (according to the ever-omniscient Wikipedia, the hospital’s “Cancer Center’s Adult Blood and Marrow Stem Cell Transplantation Program is one of the top eight in the United States.”)

How do I join the donor registry?
You can check the National Marrow Donor Program (NMDP) website to search for donor registration drives near you (many, like the one I registered at, can be found on college campuses) or, if you’re feeling generous, to purchase a registration kit. A Facebook event search for “marrow” often turns up many results too. If you do join, you have absolutely no obligation to do anything if you are found to be a possible match.

What’s the actual surgical procedure?
There are two possible procedures for extracting stem cells. The majority of donations nowadays are via Peripheral Blood Stem Cells (PBSC), which involves a medication that draws stem cells into the bloodstream to be filtered out. The second is a surgical procedure (which comes to mind when most people think of a bone marrow donation) that involves a hollow needle being inserted in the back of the pelvic bone via small (approx. 1/4 in.) incisions in the lower back to collect marrow directly from the bone.

The second one is the one I will be undergoing – a decision the doctors have made in the interest of the patient. My surgery is scheduled to take place in the morning, and I expect to be out of the hospital in the afternoon.

Won’t it hurt like crazy?
Well… most people tell me it will. In fact, the first thing I hear after mentioning I’m donating bone marrow is more often than not about how painful the experience will be. No one I’ve actually spoken with, though, has actually experienced it. I will be anaesthetized during the actual procedure, of course. After that – I’ll try to keep you updated on how I’m feeling and maybe one day you’ll actually have an evidence (albeit anecdotal) based comment about pain for someone who is doing the same thing!

Who is the patient and what disease does s/he have?
I have no idea who the patient is and may never know. The patient and his/her family may choose to contact me a year after the procedure – until then, all contact has to be anonymous and no identifying information can be shared. I do know that the patient is 9 and has Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (ALL). My basic understanding is that it means the bone marrow is making abnormal cells that rapidly grow and crowd out normal blood cells and platelets. I also believe that a bone marrow transplant can be risky for the patient and is often a last resort.

How are you feeling?
I’m feeling fine, thank you. Actually, at this moment I’m really calm and rational about this. I think I may start freaking out just a bit a day or two before the procedure (or “harvest” as they sometimes so tenderly call it). I’ll keep you updated on that! I’ve never been in a hospital as a patient before, and the only surgery I have ever had is a root canal, if you even count that.

My question wasn’t answered
Feel free to ask me more by commenting below, emailing me, facebook messaging me, calling me, etc. Otherwise, you could check it out yourself online with these helpful resources:

National Marrow Donor Program (they manage the registry)
DKMS (I registered through them)
This informational packet I got called “Now That You Are A Match” [PDF]
And, of course, the Mayo Clinic’s page on donation

Thanks for taking the time to read this post! I look forward to keeping you updated on this. All relevant posts will be tagged “marrow donation,” so you can filter for those specifically using that link or by clicking on it in the tag clouds to the bottom or right of these pages.

Happy holidays everyone!

"Linderman: I think there comes a time when a man has to ask himself whether he wants a life of..."

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 12:00:00 +0800

“

Linderman: I think there comes a time when a man has to ask himself whether he wants a life of happiness or a life of meaning.

Nathan Petrelli: I’d like to have both.

Linderman: Can’t be done. Two very different paths. I mean, to be truly happy a man must live absolutely in the present, no thought of what’s gone before and no thought of what lies ahead. But a life of meaning? A man is condemned to wallow in the past and obsess about the future.

”

- Heroes Season One Chapter 18: Parasite

2873-6713

Fri, 26 May 2006 12:48:00 +0800

The funniest things make you nostalgic when the time comes. For me, my phone number triggered sadness in me as I gave it to the guy at the video rental place the other day. For some reason there is a memory that sticks in my mind about my phone number - it was ages ago and my friend and I were sleeping over. His mom asked for my home phone number and I had to say it out loud in Cantonese before being able to figure it out in English. So it was that memory of saying my phone number that came to mind combined with the realisation that my phone number of 12 years would only be my phone number for another two months that made me feel yet another pang of sadness as I prepare for my departure. Soon I will be two-eight-seven-three-six-seven-one-three no more.

you don't know me

Mon, 15 May 2006 14:19:00 +0800

You give your hand to me
And then you say, “Hello.”
And I can hardly speak,
My heart is beating so.
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well.
Well, you don’t know me.

<3 of learning

Sat, 15 Apr 2006 11:21:00 +0800

So today I was thinking about the school’s mission statement… how the school is supposed to foster (actually i think the word is “results in” now) a love of learning. How much has that happened? How much is feasible? And more importantly, is that completely contradictory with the educational philosophies of curriculums, assessments, and other things? Can a educational system that essentially defines what students learn for them, determines how they learn it, and measures and ranks results ever promote a love of learning? If not - what can? What, outside of internal factors within each student, can indeed result in a love of learning? Or is it merely a lofty ideal that was never meant to be achieved.

four

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 05:39:00 +0800

From here to here to here. I’m five days late but here’s to the fourth anniversary of the beginning of my blogging.

Baby Name Popularity Graphs

Wed, 18 Jan 2006 12:52:00 +0800

Check out this surprisingly intruiging and addictive site which generates dynamic graphs as you enter baby names to show their popularity over the years.

!!!

Wed, 12 Oct 2005 02:22:00 +0800

Waffle Making Robot!

googlebomb turned msnbomb/yahoobomb

Mon, 05 Sep 2005 14:05:00 +0800

In April 2004 I started a little campaign to try to get tas.edu.tw to be the first result on Google for “unbalanced life.” My original post about this can be found here.

I was bored today and checked to see if anything had happened with google. No luck with the google search for unbalanced life.

On a whim I checked yahoo search and msn search. Check for yourself how I did by clicking on the links!

Shining with the idea!

Thu, 18 Aug 2005 13:52:00 +0800

Our country will be everlasting as Kim Il Sung’s Korea shining with the idea and august name of President Kim Il Sung under the leadership of Kim Jong Il.

More at this wonderful time-wasting site North Korea News/Propaganda

my first soufflé!

Sun, 10 Jul 2005 13:20:00 +0800

after over an hour of hard labor - i finally made four soufflés. i tell you - this is no easy task. it was pretty good actually =D. but i still have a long way to go to making a really great one though. notice how it hasn’t risen much. it also wasn’t sweet enough for my taste. damn recipe! click on photo to enlarge (and again to return it to its original size) [Original content from Wordpress blog not migrated to Tumblr]

When there's nothing to do at the office...

Thu, 07 Jul 2005 03:52:00 +0800

Favorite lines from fifteen songs found by shuffling through my music library. Find out which song the lines came from by selecting the blank space underneath.

Now no one even says “oops” when they’re passing their gas. Whatever happened to class?
“Class” from Chicago (the movie)
Give me a dollar, give me a five!
“The Money Song” from Avenue Q (the musical)
Why don’t you bring, woooah bring-ah, woooah bring-ah, brriiiiiing-ah, you ought to bring back, bring my bonnie back to me!
“My Bonnie” by Ray Charles
Come into my arms, let me know the wonder of all of you.
“Could It Be Magic” by Barry Manilow
You make me smile with my heart.
“My Funny Valentine” by Frank Sinatra
They all said we never could be happy, they laughed at us and how, but ho ho ho who’s got the last laugh now?
“They All Laughed” by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong
Waking skies at sunrise, every sunset too, seems to be bringing me memories of you.
“Memories of You” by Bette Midler
Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk, she said I began to sing long before I could talk.
“Thank You For the Music” from Mamma Mia (the musical)
You’ll never find the peace of mind till you listen to your heart.
“Kissing a Fool” by Michael Bublé
This is pure and simple and you must realize that it’s coming from my heart and not my head.
“I Honestly Love You” by Olivia Newton John
When mothers pack and leave our fathers because they decide they’d rather be tennis pros, anything goes.
“Anything Goes” from Anything Goes (the musical)
Dear kindly Judge, your Honor, my parents treat me rough. With all their marijuana, they won’t give me a puff.
“Gee, Officer Krupke” from West Side Story (the musical)
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile if you’ll just smile.
“Smile” by Tony Bennett
Consider yourself well in, consider yourself part of the furniture.
“Consider Yourself” from Oliver! (the musical)
So keep repeating “It’s the berries.” The strongest oak must fall.
“Life Is Just a Bowl of Cherries” from Fosse (the musical)

worth a laugh or two

Sat, 25 Jun 2005 17:02:00 +0800

I kind of realized for the first time tonight that I truly miss my brother.

I think I haven’t really missed him because I haven’t thought about it - but talking to him tonight (or early in the morning considering its 4:50 AM) made me realized that I do miss his childishness, his humor, and at times, just his presence.

It’s strange really - how sometimes you don’t realize you miss someone. It was so easy for me to think about the benefits of his departure three years ago. And I can never help but get annoyed by him whenever he comes back to visit. But now I miss the laughs he used to bring to me.

Haha, I still shake my head all the time when I think of how childish he still is, even after graduating from college, but I suppose that childishness is worth something after all