November 2012


In the spirit of Thanksgiving, and as my beloved Trojan’s regular football season comes to a close, here is a list of things I’m thankful for:

1. Thank you seniors, for sticking with us through all the sanctions that had nothing to do with you. Your loyalty and fighting spirit showed all the fans (and rivals) what it means to be a Trojan.

2. Thank you Matt Barkley, for staying. It didn’t work out the way we had hoped, but your optimism and leadership was inspiring. Hopefully you will still do well in the draft. Or at the very least, Pete Carroll will draft you and pay you the $30 million you deserve, after promptly abandoning you following your freshmen year.

3. Thank you Lane Kiffin. Yes, even you. You kept our team from falling into oblivion and even got us ranked #1 in a few polls since the sanctions. But please stop with the gimmicks and antics both on and off the field. Your team, your fans, and your donors just want to see our Trojans go back to playing the kind of football we can all be proud of and root for.

4. Thank you Coliseum, for not being a pit like the Rose Bowl. Your convenient location, organized tunnels, and awesome food vendors make going to games with 2 toddlers in tow on Saturdays a joy.

5. Thank you ESPN Radio, for broadcasting every game and providing an alternative to listening to the dumb ass broadcasters on TV.

6. Thank you bacon-wrapped hotdog ladies, for my clogged arteries and extra 10 lbs.

7. Thank you ucla, for attracting the kind of lame-ass, trash-talking, loser fans who cheer when a player falls and continue to talk about a “win” days and weeks after because they obviously don’t come by one of those very often in life and in the game. Your fans make even our very worst fans look awesome.

8. Thank you Spirit of Troy, for being the greatest marching band in the history of the universe.

9. Thank you Stubhub, for providing a safe forum to sell our tickets. But your 15% fee per ticket is really like highway robbery.

10. And finally, thank you loyal and true Trojan fans. We’ve stuck together through the ups of the 2000s and downs of the 90s. Together, we celebrated our wins and commiserated our losses. We cheered on our players and collectively pulled for our opponents when a player fell. Our regular season may be over, but there’s always next year. And I can’t wait to join the sea of Cardinal and Gold at the Coliseum to cheer on our Trojans.  And for that, I am truly thankful.

Fight on!

My grandmother passed away unexpectedly in her sleep 2 days ago. It was the nurse who visited her everyday who found her in the morning. She looked peaceful and comfortable. There really wasn’t much else we could have hoped for her…other than the opportunity for us to say good bye.

More and more recently, the thought of death terrifies me. I lay awake in the middle of the night wondering what happens after we die. It’s something that every single being have to go through, yet we know absolutely nothing about it. Is there an afterlife? Are we reincarnated into a new life? Does our spirit wander around waiting for our loved ones to join us?

Growing up in a household where my mother’s side were mostly Christians and dad’s side were Buddhists, I naturally didn’t believe in anything having to do with the afterlife. And unless otherwise proven, I can only assume that once we die–other than what other people remember about us–our mind, body, and spirit ceased to exist. 

Sometimes, I wished that I was religious. Then, there would be something for me to look forward to–or at least wish for–when I die. But for now, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have lived my life thus far…to have had the experiences in my life which made me who I am…to have had the honor of being surrounded by people like my grandma, my grandfather, my parents, my sister, my husband, my two girls…each and every one of my loved ones and friends. It makes me think that I was dealt a winning hand and that I’m the luckiest person in the world…and it scares me to death knowing that it will all end some day. And when it does, my loved ones who are still living will remember me, but what about me? Will I remember them? Will I wander the afterlife waiting for them to join me? Will I reincarnate into a new life and have brand new people to call my loved ones and friends?…and will I be as lucky?

My grandmother’s passing reminded me that life takes unexpected turns. It reminded me that even though she has moved on and may not remember me anymore, I will always remember her for as long as I live. And it reminded me to love and appreciate everything and everyone around me as much as I possibly can while I still can, before it’s my turn to move on.