Monday, Monday

Today I received my temporary work pass/visa.

BURGERS AND FRIE[ND]S

The old gang (roommates and friends from UCI) had our last get-together on Monday, the 11th. We're all parting ways starting next month. Trish and Preetham are headed to medical school in Virginia; Tiffanie and Michelle are moving to Chicago for their Masters in environmental engineering and mechanical engineering respectively; Alissa just landed a new job locally; and I'm headed out to Asia, as you all know, to pursue a glamorous career in torturing--er, teaching children.

Sadness! (And yet, I'm so proud of and excited for all of them!)

We met in Garden Grove for some burgers and Italian ice afterwards. We realized later that we were all wearing blue! It must be the color marking the presence of really cool and wonderful people, or champions. (Either that or the fashion preference of nerds because the server thought that we were from the robotics convention down the street.)

Here's a photo of us blocking traffic in the parking lot.

Gonna miss them!

Crime and Punishment

Actually, I should probably tell you that I made the costly mistake of waiting til today to submit my criminal background check papers to the FBI. According to their website, it could take up to eight weeks before anything gets processed. LOL.

Could this be a sign? COULD IT BE, THAT I'M MEANT TO STAY HERE? Possibly, maybe perhaps. But probably not. My guess is that it's the subconscious Katrina trying to find any excuse to stay grounded in the states. Bad Katrina. Bad girl!

I'm not getting cold feet at all...

The last weeks of June were hectic! I'd been helping some girls in a high school prep program, Avanti. Basically, the girls underwent a physical and mental boot camp (it was fun, I swear) to get them primed and artillery-ed for the pressures of high school, the hype of the media, and slutty cheerleaders. We used Sean Covey's 7 Habits of the Highly Effective Teenager as one of our references. Of the many fruits of the program, perhaps the most memorable for me, apart from that one parking ticket for $50, was getting to see each of the girls grow in virtue and maturity throughout those two seemingly short weeks. I mean, whoa. A lot of introspection goin' on there. There were other things too - I got to exercise my flabby teaching arm with classes on fashion/modesty, media literacy, classical music, and other topics within the realm of EXPANDING YOUR HORIZONS/CHANGING THE WORLD FOR THE BETTER, but I'll save those discussions for another post. The program was good, and I learned a lot about myself, too. I needed that.

So here's the part where I ask you to pray that it all (it = my plight with the FBI, borne of my laziness and ingenious disorder; all = all of it) goes through. I don't need any well-wishes or hopeful thoughts - however kind - why waste your breath on touchy-feely-fluffy when you can just send a direct request to the boss?

LORD HELP ME

43 Days

Why hello!

Here I am again, after approximately one month, with renewed interest in updating this blog.

Too bad that's about all I have to say.

Haha!


-K