WOOHOO!

I broke 200 today at Serra Bowl! ... but i must note that yesterday at league, i watched a guy bowl 280... very impressive...

wrestled with an angel, for more than a name...

"That night Jacob got up and took his two wives, his two maidservants and his eleven sons and crossed the ford of the Jabbok. After he had sent them across the stream, he sent over all his possessions. So Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak. When the man saw that he could not overpower him, he touched the socket of Jacob's hip so that his hip was wrenched as he wrestled with the man. Then the man said, "Let me go, for it is daybreak."
But Jacob replied, "I will not let you go unless you bless me."
The man asked him, "What is your name?"
"Jacob," he answered.
Then the man said, "Your name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel, because you have struggled with God and with men and have overcome."
Jacob said, "Please tell me your name."
But he replied, "Why do you ask my name?" Then he blessed him there.
So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying, "It is because I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared."
-- Genesis 32

There're a ton of questions i have about this story, but this i do understand:
In a moment where Jacob had nothing and nobody, he struggled, truly struggled, with God and he emerged from this encounter blessed, but also wounded...

crazy...

So gramma has always thought that i was a little strange... she watches me do things and then tells me that thats not how normal people do it... or maybe she insults me somehow and so i deal with it by starting to sing really loud or dance around to change the subject (new subject: i'm crazy)...


So i started to do random things during the day to solidify this common notion that i may in fact be a little weird...

Gramma has a normal routine of getting her dinner and then taking it to the living room to watch TV. The other day, as she was getting her dinner, i stared at her really hard (almost glaringly), and then when she asked me why i was staring, i didnt say anything and immediately, without smiling, began raising my hand firmly and repeatedly. she shook her head at me and left the room. (i was still raising my hand). After she left, my bro asks, "What're you doing?" i answered..."trying to make gramma think im crazy by doing weird things". He said, "Oh... shes coming back! do it again!"

Then yesterday, we were standing in the kitchen and i was eating some snacks one of which involved an avocado and salsa... she made comments about how since coming back from Philadelphia I eat all this "white folks" food, which really means non-Asian food. Then i put salsa on the pit of the avocado and put it in my mouth like i was gonna eat it. She starts asking loudly, "you cant eat that! who taught you to eat it that way?" i just smiled, nodded, and said, "mmhmm..."


OH man... i need to get a life...