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Mom and dad were supposed to go to a wedding near me today. Mom has been saying for a week she isn’t sure she will be able to make it. I’ve been telling her for a week she should just go.
Well dad just called. Mom isn’t going.
I’ll be his +1 today.
Gotta start making myself look presentable now.
Dad sent me a YouTube video. These female ping pong players are awesome!
My dad and I never really went out to play catch or play 1-on-1. But we did go outside and play ping pong. I miss playing with him. Our games get pretty intense. But definitely not as intense as this video here.
Father’s Day
I was scheduled to go into the hospital on Saturday and Sunday this weekend. My dad knows this.
BUT, last night I learned I wouldn’t have to come in today. I’m going to go see dad and surprise him.
Thankfully he doesn’t read my tumblr.
I snapped this picture of my dad and sister walking together this past weekend.
This is the camera that got me into photography. Well, not this exact camera. But the same model. When I was little my dad had a Pentax K1000. It’s a completely manual camera. I think he still has it now — it’s just in a box in the garage.
The little machine fascinated me as a kid. I loved when he would let me look through it and press the shutter release button. I loved the feel of winding it up. I thought it was magical how you could turn the focus ring on the lens and have a picture turn from blurry to clear.
I have fond memories whenever I see this camera.
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As a kid dad didn’t take me out to the park to throw a football back and forth. We didn’t throw a baseball around either. These were foreign sports to him. Instead, we played table tennis — or ping pong.
My sister had the urge to play today so they pulled out the old table and, after more than a year without playing at all, the two began. This was their warm up before things got more intense.
You Gotta Love Asian Parents
The following is text convo with Dad.
Me: I got 79% on this morning’s Pathophysiology exam. Class average was 81%.
Dad: at least u passed right?
Me: Yeah. Passing is 65.
Dad: good. hopefully u will do better next time… ttyl, luv u.
See, I’m just excited that I pulled my score up from the last exam (which was between passing and more than 10% below 79%). But this is how it’s been forever. Both parents always pushing me to do better.
In elementary school/junior high/high school I could bring home a report card that had 8 As and one B+. The question I’d get is, “Why is this a B?” And then I’d go on pointing out that there is a “plus” there! All the while I know my friends are bringing home 5 Bs & 3 Cs and getting a “good job.”
I’m not complaining though. It certainly has contributed to making me who I am today. And I am NOT satisfied with my score. Glad I passed and glad I improved. But I certainly think I am capable of getting a lot higher.
Next time I’m gunning for at least at 85%. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.
The Rain Is Bringing Out My Paranoia
As a Southern California native I rarely see consecutive days of rain like this. I think the last time I experienced days like this was during the 4 years I lived in Washington (state) for undergrad. But the last time I remember a big storm in the LA area was probably during high school.
I remember one day not long after I had started driving. I was driving the family minivan and dad was sitting in the passenger’s seat. I am not sure why I had this fascination with puddles, but I loved driving through them and watching the ensuing splash as I drove through. And, with its size and weight, it was more fun with the minivan.
Well on this particular day I was driving down and approaching an intersection where I had to turn right. As I came up to it, my eyes widened as I saw a huge puddle of water. It was nearly to the top of the curb and extended at least halfway into the right turning lane.
All I could see was the turn I had to make and this puddle of water in my path. As I drove through my dad yelled out, “Jeff!”
It startled me. Dad is not one to raise his voice very often. And as I turned towards the passenger side I noticed why he was yelling. It was the group of people sitting at the bus stop, right next to the curb.
You know what they say about karma being a bitch? Well this is one dog whose bite I never want to feel. And to this day, when I am out walking in the rain, I suspiciously eye each oncoming car whenever a puddle is nearby — even if the puddle is only an inch deep.
