Life has been improving in some aspects.....

but in at least one aspect, drama exists.

I wrote Psycho Girl (see previous post) an email saying that we were cool and that all was forgiven....but implying that she needed to watch her step because, after all, I DO know every Korean-American in this greater DC area....while she's still an outsider who doesn't even live here; basically what I was saying was, "Don't do anything psycho and unwarranted against me again like that last time if you really hope to get involved in a community that is literally my backyard."

Updates on BFK

Concerns for my family.

Some concerns at work.

And then I get this weird random email this morning from Psycho Girl wanting to make amends with me....but not apologizing either for a past incident which you can read about here.  What is going on with her that she would email me out of the blue wanting to make friends??

But in another aspect of my life.....things are looking good. :)  Elaboration to be provided eventually.

God is good!

That is all I can say at this point.  A lot has been happening in the last three days.  And while I won't go into detail, let me just say that I think 2008 will be a great year. :)

It's been an INTERESTING three days.  And it was made possible because God answered (is still answering?) my prayers.

Off topic:  "President Woodrow Wilson ate a breakfast of coffee, oatmeal, and two raw eggs in fruit juice - 'like swallowing a newborn baby,' he said."  http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/wilson/filmmore/fm_trans1.html

Uh, I love eggs, but how does two raw eggs in fruit juice taste???  I mean....is it satisfying????  Is it SAFE????????

Have a great day, everyone!!!

Well, I was a good boy last night. :)

This weekend, I am making a one-day trek to.....the Big Apple to meet up with this FOB girl.

And one of the things she wants me to do (get this now)...is to make the reservations at the restaurant in NY where we will eat.  She wants ME to do it.

I was drunk last night (after meeting the med school girl at Cafe' Noir), so I didn't respond right away for fear that maybe I had heard wrong...but it was true, the FOB girl in NY wants me to go up to there....and make all the arrangements for the whole day.

ARE YOU F*CKING KIDDING ME???????

Good thing I was drunk (where I am more careful with what I say) because if I had been sober I would have probably said some bad stuff to her.  But what a crazy, whacked girl!!!

    "Meeting a Girl Tonight.....So What Are the Rules of Dating at the Church?"

I am becoming more and more active at the church as a volunteer to the point that my face is becoming quite recognizable.  And with certain responsibilities....come MORE responsibilities, even in terms of how I conduct my life outside the church.

Through my church volunteer work, I have met quite a few people, and that would include the young girls.  On one occasion a few Sundays ago, I met this pretty medical school student.  She was about to take her boards (yeah, I was also surprised to find out that people take their boards BEFORE they graduate from medical school).  I subsequently emailed her regarding church business and even talked with her a few times on the phone.  Then we talked about meeting up for a drink after her boards were finished.  Well....they just finished.

So I am meeting her at Cafe' Noir tonight.  Just her and me.  Me and a 24 year-old girl who is young - but doesn't seem to be all that naive....

We talked about the stresses accompanying medical school.  I told her how I had friends who had smoked cigarettes while prepping for exams.  She said she had seen that and then some - that  some of her classmates, during exam time, had become dependant on drugs.....and even sex....as in casual sex between classmates who didn't give a damn about each other and who then acted afterwards as if nothing had happened and that they were still just acquaintances only.  It was all due to the unbearable stresses of medical school.

I noticed the girl was talking about other students having this problem.  But she looked into my eyes in a way that said she wasn't shocked by this; on the contrary, her look said she may have even dabbled in these "activities" a bit. 

"I see," I said.  "So where do you live?"

"Fairfax."

"I live near there, too," I replied.  "I tell you what, after your boards, we should meet up in Annandale for a drink."

She looked right into my eyes and said, "That would be nice."  No blinking.

Now, BFK, former bad boy, former player, and former partier, but now an emerging leader and figure of respect at his Korean-American church has a difficult dilemma for the night:  To be like his former bad self after a couple of beers.....or to live up to his new image, genuine or fake as it may be.  After all, it's not just myself I will hurt reputation-wise if I allow myself to indulge my baser instincts; it's also my church and my God.  Is this some sort of.....test????

Oh, sometimes being a Christian can suck.............