Never rely on your parents- they will ultimately disappoint you.
Never talk to your extended family- they will relay your future plans to your immediate family.
Betrayal, by my own parents. They still manage to bring drama into my life, after distancing myself away from them.
All my relatives are calling, wanting to see how I am, what I've been up to. There is nothing in me that wants to talk to anybody connected to my parents right now.
If I were to stem my inability to love others to a source, I would pinpoint it to my parents. If even your own parents can't provide unconditional love, what makes one think that they could find it elsewhere?
My household is devoid of love. Cheating, lying, stealing, yelling- all under one roof. No wonder I try to stay away from that mess whenever I can.
The search for financial independence is on again. My deadline is end of December. Hopefully I'll find anything by then.
10.31.2007
10.30.2007
earth shaking
Did anyone feel that just now?
Was that an earthquake?
Good thing my building didn't collapse. It would be embarrassing to be found wearing just a t-shirt and underwear.
Was that an earthquake?
Good thing my building didn't collapse. It would be embarrassing to be found wearing just a t-shirt and underwear.
genuine dill
Today is another GLORIOUS day! Cloudy days, ah.
Busting curves left and right. I celebrated by eating two burritos, a sandwich (COLBY JACK), chips, pickles, and soda. I also splurged at the supermarket. I had no idea Totino's were that popular with people besides me. I also bought a half-gallon of green tea ice cream, cinnamon roll flavored oatmeal, and kettle-cooked chips. MMM.
Confession: even though I scold Drab for his tumultuous thoughts of parenthood, I myself already have names. For kids that I will never have. They can fade away along with those names.
I have no idea why some band would name themselves Bump of Chicken. Are they referring to the hair follicles on a chicken after it's been plucked?
Recent obsession: advertising. I stole this lady's copy of the October issue of Vanity Fair, with the not so appealing Nicole Kidman baring all on the front cover. They stick 100 pages of brand name advertising before even listing the editorial staff.
Is this how winter's are going to be in SF? I suppose it's some change.
The only thing off today was a guest speaker in Devo who came to talk about infertility. It was a mix of hilarity/awkwardness/sexism.
Neuro problem sets. What a waste of time, especially when it's not applying my knowledge towards anything. I feel as though I'm just cropping slides out of lecture and pasting them onto my paper to be turned in.
My parents tire me. Definitely more inclined to leave this country just to avoid them
Busting curves left and right. I celebrated by eating two burritos, a sandwich (COLBY JACK), chips, pickles, and soda. I also splurged at the supermarket. I had no idea Totino's were that popular with people besides me. I also bought a half-gallon of green tea ice cream, cinnamon roll flavored oatmeal, and kettle-cooked chips. MMM.
Confession: even though I scold Drab for his tumultuous thoughts of parenthood, I myself already have names. For kids that I will never have. They can fade away along with those names.
I have no idea why some band would name themselves Bump of Chicken. Are they referring to the hair follicles on a chicken after it's been plucked?
Recent obsession: advertising. I stole this lady's copy of the October issue of Vanity Fair, with the not so appealing Nicole Kidman baring all on the front cover. They stick 100 pages of brand name advertising before even listing the editorial staff.
Is this how winter's are going to be in SF? I suppose it's some change.
The only thing off today was a guest speaker in Devo who came to talk about infertility. It was a mix of hilarity/awkwardness/sexism.
Neuro problem sets. What a waste of time, especially when it's not applying my knowledge towards anything. I feel as though I'm just cropping slides out of lecture and pasting them onto my paper to be turned in.
My parents tire me. Definitely more inclined to leave this country just to avoid them
10.29.2007
asian flare
This creepy old man came up to me around 4:30 PM at the bus stop. The brightest blue eyes, the most wrinkly/disgusting old face. He was also dressed in a coat with adidas track pants. Out of all the people to ask for directions, he asks the Asian guy not native to the Bay Area and listening to 80s music through his iPod.
Learning about estuaries today, coupled with developing hate for those that pollute the environment.
I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or as an insult, B-米。Do not encourage these terrible mental occurrences of mine. I would rather not have another rendezvous tonight. or EVER.
Enrich your life? You have no idea how much you tarnish MY life.
A quiet girl who's cute, stays to herself, and fits into my timetable perfectly.
I pop my zit/pimple 2 feet away from the bathroom mirror and it still manages to spray onto it in a circle with a 6 in. radius.
Besides ballroom dancing, I would like to also be finally able to solve a rubik's cube. And then be able to complete it in under half a minute.
Learning about estuaries today, coupled with developing hate for those that pollute the environment.
I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or as an insult, B-米。Do not encourage these terrible mental occurrences of mine. I would rather not have another rendezvous tonight. or EVER.
Enrich your life? You have no idea how much you tarnish MY life.
A quiet girl who's cute, stays to herself, and fits into my timetable perfectly.
I pop my zit/pimple 2 feet away from the bathroom mirror and it still manages to spray onto it in a circle with a 6 in. radius.
Besides ballroom dancing, I would like to also be finally able to solve a rubik's cube. And then be able to complete it in under half a minute.
live action rpg
Psh, I've always been a lightweight. That, and I don't drink as often as everybody else to build up a tolerance, which I'm fine with. We didn't go to FuFu every week! That was only because everybody else wanted to go to Fufu.
I am SO HAPPY today. I love chemical imbalances!
In cell neuro today, they started talking about how cough syrup could work like angel dust if taken in high doses. Would it be safe to ingest a lot of cough syrup? I'm not saying that I'm going to go out and purchase a crate's worth.
UWAHHHH!!!! I woke up from my dream as soon as it started getting awkward. Even though Drab didn't manage to ruin my dinner last night, he's still creeps in and ruins my dreams. And I thought the bad drab dreams had ended for good. Ugh.
Dream: My apartment complex was converted to a castle with secret passageways. Somehow I end up becoming this damsel in distress, with Drab as the heroic yet still geeky knight/wizard/whatever, dressed in Shakespearean attire. It's been 5 hours since I woke up, so I don't remember most of it except for Drab dragging me all over the place to save my life, involving the casting of spells, triggering of traps. I was in my own virtual nightmare.
At some point, we were walking through this passageway, and the enemy shows up behind us. Right as we traverse past some rune writings on the wall, Drab casts some spell or enchants that spot. The enemy unit continues walking towards us and triggers the trap that Drab had cast. All of a sudden there was this booming voice throughout the entire level, saying,"DEATH BY 140 SPEARSSS." This voice was reminiscent of the Killer Instinct voice that always shouted,"Su-su-su-super combo" or "ultra combo."
So the intruder was in the way of the spears, he gets hit by them, and vanishes in a cloud of dust. Soon after, my hand was being tugged into this passageway, which was essentially the hallway leading to the back alley of my apartment where storage and the trash cans were located.
I, being stuck in the body of this buxom beauty, was just then manhandled by Drab's character, being wedged in between him and the wall behind me. My last memory before waking up was that of salivAHHHHHHH!!!!!
WHAT THE HELL?! Why does this happen to me?!
I am SO HAPPY today. I love chemical imbalances!
In cell neuro today, they started talking about how cough syrup could work like angel dust if taken in high doses. Would it be safe to ingest a lot of cough syrup? I'm not saying that I'm going to go out and purchase a crate's worth.
UWAHHHH!!!! I woke up from my dream as soon as it started getting awkward. Even though Drab didn't manage to ruin my dinner last night, he's still creeps in and ruins my dreams. And I thought the bad drab dreams had ended for good. Ugh.
Dream: My apartment complex was converted to a castle with secret passageways. Somehow I end up becoming this damsel in distress, with Drab as the heroic yet still geeky knight/wizard/whatever, dressed in Shakespearean attire. It's been 5 hours since I woke up, so I don't remember most of it except for Drab dragging me all over the place to save my life, involving the casting of spells, triggering of traps. I was in my own virtual nightmare.
At some point, we were walking through this passageway, and the enemy shows up behind us. Right as we traverse past some rune writings on the wall, Drab casts some spell or enchants that spot. The enemy unit continues walking towards us and triggers the trap that Drab had cast. All of a sudden there was this booming voice throughout the entire level, saying,"DEATH BY 140 SPEARSSS." This voice was reminiscent of the Killer Instinct voice that always shouted,"Su-su-su-super combo" or "ultra combo."
So the intruder was in the way of the spears, he gets hit by them, and vanishes in a cloud of dust. Soon after, my hand was being tugged into this passageway, which was essentially the hallway leading to the back alley of my apartment where storage and the trash cans were located.
I, being stuck in the body of this buxom beauty, was just then manhandled by Drab's character, being wedged in between him and the wall behind me. My last memory before waking up was that of salivAHHHHHHH!!!!!
WHAT THE HELL?! Why does this happen to me?!
10.28.2007
i know j
The more I think about it, the more unrealistic I find myself having a drunken hook-up with a girl.
The recurring sequence in my head is that while making out with her, my head would be throbbing (my actual head), she would be suffocating me from kissing as I try to breathe in oxygen, and the scene would conclude with me throwing up in her mouth from not getting enough air.
Awkward, yes? It wouldn't be the first time I threw up in front of a girl. First grade. I was sitting across from a girl- Amber Brown. Our desks, with the cubbie holes, were arranged so that they were facing each other, and we were doing our homework. My mom had fed me pepto bismol and tylenol before going to school. Tylenol in all its forms makes me nauseous and dizzy to the point where the entire room/world appears slanted 45 degrees. It got to the point where dizziness exacerbated my nausea and poof! All over my desk as it trailed onwards to her end.
What would it take to become a world icon.
Feels like the crowd was saying gimme gimme (MORE), gimme (MORE). You want more???
The recurring sequence in my head is that while making out with her, my head would be throbbing (my actual head), she would be suffocating me from kissing as I try to breathe in oxygen, and the scene would conclude with me throwing up in her mouth from not getting enough air.
Awkward, yes? It wouldn't be the first time I threw up in front of a girl. First grade. I was sitting across from a girl- Amber Brown. Our desks, with the cubbie holes, were arranged so that they were facing each other, and we were doing our homework. My mom had fed me pepto bismol and tylenol before going to school. Tylenol in all its forms makes me nauseous and dizzy to the point where the entire room/world appears slanted 45 degrees. It got to the point where dizziness exacerbated my nausea and poof! All over my desk as it trailed onwards to her end.
What would it take to become a world icon.
Feels like the crowd was saying gimme gimme (MORE), gimme (MORE). You want more???
sweet cream n cookies
NO! Delete that post! Nothing happened! It's all a lie!
I walked around SOMA for about half an hour while Clare was doing some apartment interview. Every place was closed, so I ended up reading AsianWeekly. Or was it AsianWeek?
I started watching the music video to Inoj's "Love You Down," because of this morning. And Jalto's comment.
After the quest for Clare's future apartment, we went to Potrero Hill to dine at Goat Hill Pizza. Orders: Hot Wings and Meat Lover's Pizza. Upon first sitting down, I instantly noticed that the fork had crumbs of Parmesan cheese encrusted onto the tines. The hot wings were not that hot, and grease once again swam on top of my pizza. The pizza- enough tomato sauce, too much crust and cheese.
Later on in the evening Clare, Drab, and I would grab dessert at Ben & Jerry's. I ordered the cookies and cream on a sugar waffle cone, and soon enough realized why I haven't eaten ice cream in the longest time. Honestly I wouldn't know what to do if I were forced to choose between ice cream and coffee. Hang myself?
Although the dinner and dessert was slightly sub par, what made my night was that Drab had cut his hair. Drab's drab hair is no longer drab's? I also approve of the new american apparel hoodie- it brings out the eye color.
Peter- just plain crazy, but I suppose he can be an honorary Asian if he so pleases.
It's nice to be able to keep forcing wins on scrabulous. Why was I complaining in the first place about people not playing their move when I can just win after a week of inactivity from the other player?
Thanks for posting the ENTIRE lyrics to Love You Down, Jalto. No thanks to you and my obsessive behavior, I watch her music video's over and over again- both Time after Time and Love You Down. JEEZUS!
My stomach is not content. Who's to blame this time???
I walked around SOMA for about half an hour while Clare was doing some apartment interview. Every place was closed, so I ended up reading AsianWeekly. Or was it AsianWeek?
I started watching the music video to Inoj's "Love You Down," because of this morning. And Jalto's comment.
After the quest for Clare's future apartment, we went to Potrero Hill to dine at Goat Hill Pizza. Orders: Hot Wings and Meat Lover's Pizza. Upon first sitting down, I instantly noticed that the fork had crumbs of Parmesan cheese encrusted onto the tines. The hot wings were not that hot, and grease once again swam on top of my pizza. The pizza- enough tomato sauce, too much crust and cheese.
Later on in the evening Clare, Drab, and I would grab dessert at Ben & Jerry's. I ordered the cookies and cream on a sugar waffle cone, and soon enough realized why I haven't eaten ice cream in the longest time. Honestly I wouldn't know what to do if I were forced to choose between ice cream and coffee. Hang myself?
Although the dinner and dessert was slightly sub par, what made my night was that Drab had cut his hair. Drab's drab hair is no longer drab's? I also approve of the new american apparel hoodie- it brings out the eye color.
Peter- just plain crazy, but I suppose he can be an honorary Asian if he so pleases.
It's nice to be able to keep forcing wins on scrabulous. Why was I complaining in the first place about people not playing their move when I can just win after a week of inactivity from the other player?
Thanks for posting the ENTIRE lyrics to Love You Down, Jalto. No thanks to you and my obsessive behavior, I watch her music video's over and over again- both Time after Time and Love You Down. JEEZUS!
My stomach is not content. Who's to blame this time???
love you down
Someone was actually blasting that song during the morning. Let me luv ya dowwwwn.
"Surviving a night of food poisoning together was not the stuff of romance, but it was the stuff of lasting love." ick.
Ignore that last post. Lapse of judgment. Again.
Seville orange marmalade- spread it over your toast, and spread the most bitter taste all over your mouth.
PPQ Beef Pho Noodle House with Carl Jung and Clare last night. Whereas the time I ate the pork spring rolls with Drab was terrible, this time was somewhat improved. I tried the fried egg rolls and the 5 spice chicken pho- large. The fried egg rolls were fine except for the pool of oil lingering all over the plate. The chicken was also bathing in grease, while the beef broth reeked of smoked tea leaves. Hmm, yeah, not that much of an improvement.
"Surviving a night of food poisoning together was not the stuff of romance, but it was the stuff of lasting love." ick.
Ignore that last post. Lapse of judgment. Again.
Seville orange marmalade- spread it over your toast, and spread the most bitter taste all over your mouth.
PPQ Beef Pho Noodle House with Carl Jung and Clare last night. Whereas the time I ate the pork spring rolls with Drab was terrible, this time was somewhat improved. I tried the fried egg rolls and the 5 spice chicken pho- large. The fried egg rolls were fine except for the pool of oil lingering all over the plate. The chicken was also bathing in grease, while the beef broth reeked of smoked tea leaves. Hmm, yeah, not that much of an improvement.
YEAH
I KNOW I talked about drunk blogging, but I am WAY TOO TIPSY right now to care!
Asian flare, YEAH!!!!
Clare lost his keys, karmic retribution, YEAH!!!!
Getting drunk off one and a half beers, YEAH!!!!!
YEAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another side effect from drinking besides getting flushed: my toes and feet swell up from the rush of blood. I had trouble getting my shoes off- my toes look like little sausages!
I can feel my heart beating from within my head. There's literally a dance club inside my head. boom boom boom boom. AHHHHH!
I'm in my tank top and boxers right now. My ENTIRE body is red. teehee!
Asian flare, YEAH!!!!
Clare lost his keys, karmic retribution, YEAH!!!!
Getting drunk off one and a half beers, YEAH!!!!!
YEAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another side effect from drinking besides getting flushed: my toes and feet swell up from the rush of blood. I had trouble getting my shoes off- my toes look like little sausages!
I can feel my heart beating from within my head. There's literally a dance club inside my head. boom boom boom boom. AHHHHH!
I'm in my tank top and boxers right now. My ENTIRE body is red. teehee!
10.27.2007
rude awakening
GOD DAMN! What the fuck is wrong with these homeless people?! WHY does this one guy have to crowd right under my apartment within earshot and scream, "I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!!"?!?
You're HOMELESS! You have no home to go to!
Sheesh.
I've been having dreams lately, but when I wake up, I'm remembering the one before last.
So the next to last dream that I had involved me walking around in a department store when I spot my Dad and another woman walking around. Immediately I walk over to him and start yelling at him, "What do you think you're doing?!" Some other words were said, but all of a sudden my mother, shopping with my brother at the time, walks from the other side of the department store to where we were. Drama ensues. I wake up before it does.
It's very odd, because the day that dream occurred, my mom emails me saying that my dad had to go to the emergency room. They found out that he has vertigo.
I'm taking a shower to drown out the noise.
NOW the guy's saying, "I know the fire's coming. I'll make sure they spray on you!"
You're HOMELESS! You have no home to go to!
Sheesh.
I've been having dreams lately, but when I wake up, I'm remembering the one before last.
So the next to last dream that I had involved me walking around in a department store when I spot my Dad and another woman walking around. Immediately I walk over to him and start yelling at him, "What do you think you're doing?!" Some other words were said, but all of a sudden my mother, shopping with my brother at the time, walks from the other side of the department store to where we were. Drama ensues. I wake up before it does.
It's very odd, because the day that dream occurred, my mom emails me saying that my dad had to go to the emergency room. They found out that he has vertigo.
I'm taking a shower to drown out the noise.
NOW the guy's saying, "I know the fire's coming. I'll make sure they spray on you!"
curare
I was supposed to go to bed, but I decided to get it over with and write KP a latter.
I've spent the last hour listening to Mika and writing the latter. I enjoyed neither.
First of all, it's handwriting a letter. Besides the stress on my hand, writing enough to fill the printer paper (because I suddenly realized I didn't have any lined notebook paper) requires accessing the depths of the region of the brain associated with memory and mood. All that emotional chow-chow gushing forth onto the paper- very taxing on my absence of a soul.
Relax, take it easy. I wish I could, Mika.
Ugh, Janey, you better not dress up as Toad. Next time I see you, I'm going to take your breath away, i.e. asphyxiation through my hands.
A whole lotta woman needs a whole lot more.
Ballroom dance, beginner's level: check. Job: check again later.
Collaborating with my aunt about potential plans next year.
I've spent the last hour listening to Mika and writing the latter. I enjoyed neither.
First of all, it's handwriting a letter. Besides the stress on my hand, writing enough to fill the printer paper (because I suddenly realized I didn't have any lined notebook paper) requires accessing the depths of the region of the brain associated with memory and mood. All that emotional chow-chow gushing forth onto the paper- very taxing on my absence of a soul.
Relax, take it easy. I wish I could, Mika.
Ugh, Janey, you better not dress up as Toad. Next time I see you, I'm going to take your breath away, i.e. asphyxiation through my hands.
A whole lotta woman needs a whole lot more.
Ballroom dance, beginner's level: check. Job: check again later.
Collaborating with my aunt about potential plans next year.
10.26.2007
MikaDonalds
They were playing Mika at McDonalds today. Don't ask. Just know that one sausage egg and cheese McGriddle, no matter how good it may taste, contains 21g of fat. I felt gross afterwards. The coffee to wash down my breakfast didn't help either. I don't like coffee because it's so bitter, yet I'm a bitter person. Does that mean I don't like myself?
Oh, and I suppose there's this aura about me that causes mishaps at dining establishments. This old man sitting two tables away from me dropped food all over his pants and the floor. I chuckled under my breath while reading my comp sci notes.
I know you like colby jack, Janey. You used to always buy it by the block or cubes and eat it straight. ewwwww.
My mouth's watering from watching an R & G Lounge clip. Salt and Pepper Dungeness Crab- mmmmmm. Honey and Walnut Shrimp- ohhhhhh. Although, my parents don't believe in ordering the honey walnut shrimp since it's not so authentic. I'd like to make the most heavenly sauce for that dish. Anybody can deep-fry shrimp. Then again, I tried deep frying the walnuts, and they all ended up charred and black while my apartment last year filled to the brim with smoke. This was at 8 in the morning, before I would have to drive quickly to campus and then dash all the way from the parking lot to Keck Hall, and present my dish to KP.
I'd like to learn how to carve designs out of food. Presentation can make the difference. Unless it's an abomination like spahetti and pork chops with corn and overtly sweet soup on the side. HA HA HA.
I get a school holiday for Veteran's Day and a week for Thanksgiving Recess. Where to go. LA, of course.
My inclination right now is to spend next year in Asia with my aunt.
The other dancing dvd came in today. My love handles are in pain, probably because the lack of love in them can't handle the tension in those dances. New dances: merengue and the hustle. Oh no, this dvd is going to be trippy as well. Sheesh.
Another old man smiled weirdly at me today.
Oh, and I suppose there's this aura about me that causes mishaps at dining establishments. This old man sitting two tables away from me dropped food all over his pants and the floor. I chuckled under my breath while reading my comp sci notes.
I know you like colby jack, Janey. You used to always buy it by the block or cubes and eat it straight. ewwwww.
My mouth's watering from watching an R & G Lounge clip. Salt and Pepper Dungeness Crab- mmmmmm. Honey and Walnut Shrimp- ohhhhhh. Although, my parents don't believe in ordering the honey walnut shrimp since it's not so authentic. I'd like to make the most heavenly sauce for that dish. Anybody can deep-fry shrimp. Then again, I tried deep frying the walnuts, and they all ended up charred and black while my apartment last year filled to the brim with smoke. This was at 8 in the morning, before I would have to drive quickly to campus and then dash all the way from the parking lot to Keck Hall, and present my dish to KP.
I'd like to learn how to carve designs out of food. Presentation can make the difference. Unless it's an abomination like spahetti and pork chops with corn and overtly sweet soup on the side. HA HA HA.
I get a school holiday for Veteran's Day and a week for Thanksgiving Recess. Where to go. LA, of course.
My inclination right now is to spend next year in Asia with my aunt.
The other dancing dvd came in today. My love handles are in pain, probably because the lack of love in them can't handle the tension in those dances. New dances: merengue and the hustle. Oh no, this dvd is going to be trippy as well. Sheesh.
Another old man smiled weirdly at me today.
10.25.2007
wishful thinking
new favorite cheese: colby jack.
I was at borders the other day when they started playing David Bowie's Under Pressure, which reminded me of the time when Leigh-ugh and Lizbean were talking to each other about how they both liked that song.
Pressure, pushing down on me, pushing down on you, no man ask for.
MMM Banh Mi!
Former Michelle Kwan fan. Kind of still am. Yeah.
I woke up early yesterday morning to go to school and design the powerpoint slides with my middle-aged partner, who's taking developmental biology but wanting to become a lawyer, and along the way towards the bus this old man is walking towards the other direction and smiles at me. Why do weird old people gravitate towards me? I wasn't wearing a cane, my back wasn't bent at a right angle, but I am ornery. Maybe that's how it works: single old men pair off like the odd couple.
I was at borders the other day when they started playing David Bowie's Under Pressure, which reminded me of the time when Leigh-ugh and Lizbean were talking to each other about how they both liked that song.
Pressure, pushing down on me, pushing down on you, no man ask for.
MMM Banh Mi!
Former Michelle Kwan fan. Kind of still am. Yeah.
I woke up early yesterday morning to go to school and design the powerpoint slides with my middle-aged partner, who's taking developmental biology but wanting to become a lawyer, and along the way towards the bus this old man is walking towards the other direction and smiles at me. Why do weird old people gravitate towards me? I wasn't wearing a cane, my back wasn't bent at a right angle, but I am ornery. Maybe that's how it works: single old men pair off like the odd couple.
AbFab
So in one day, I've learned the basic steps to the foxtrot, waltz, tango, cha cha, rumba, and jive. One I'm having trouble with is salsa. Fucking latins and their disconnected hips.
"There should be only one driver and it should be the man." HAHA!
I should have bought a more difficult DVD. Basic steps, sheesh.
AbFab = absolutely fabulous? The Asian guy/white lady couple keep using that phrase throughout the DVD- it was annoying as hell.
Because the Rice webmail servers went down the other day, I get old emails sent back to me as if they were new, one being the email from Drab describing his night of intense cuddling. That led to my night of intense hurling, and so it happens again.
"There should be only one driver and it should be the man." HAHA!
I should have bought a more difficult DVD. Basic steps, sheesh.
AbFab = absolutely fabulous? The Asian guy/white lady couple keep using that phrase throughout the DVD- it was annoying as hell.
Because the Rice webmail servers went down the other day, I get old emails sent back to me as if they were new, one being the email from Drab describing his night of intense cuddling. That led to my night of intense hurling, and so it happens again.
10.24.2007
2^12
Here's to hoping that 2^12 = 1024. My number sense has gone to shits, but my birthday sense has remained. Happy Birfday, Ray. Had to blog that before I forget.
A new option has arisen: culinary and alternative med school in HK for the next years to come. EEK!
Beer Bike is March 15th?! So much for coming to Beer Bike.
I should edit the paper and prepare for my presentation tomorrow. Oh, and go to bed, but who remembers to do that, nowadays?
A new option has arisen: culinary and alternative med school in HK for the next years to come. EEK!
Beer Bike is March 15th?! So much for coming to Beer Bike.
I should edit the paper and prepare for my presentation tomorrow. Oh, and go to bed, but who remembers to do that, nowadays?
10.23.2007
battlestar
Whatever, I bet there's a lot of engaging going on, it's just all hidden behind everyone's nerdy banter.
So this new product that I've been trying out- Enviga- by Nestea/Coke: calorie burner, sparkling green tea with other natural flavors. These may include eau de spoiled meat. "Enviga contains an optimum blend of ass and naturally active plant micro-nutrients designed to work against your body, causing uncontrolled bowel movements and enhancing your already shitty day. Three cans per day of enviga have been shown to increase calorie burning in 18-35 year olds as well as induce a diabetic coma. Drinking more than three cans per day will not have an additional effect other than stimulating nausea and vomiting."
Refreshing!?
If I were to start dating, I would clearly ask the person out, not ask them to go somewhere with me like some people and ASSUME that it was a date and go gaga over some meaningless encounter.
MMMM dirty jokes! I know I should stray from them and aim towards more sophistication, more topical humor. But they're SO good.
International Film Festival in two weeks!
Such a dork- I voted online for a TV show. Jeez.
So if I stay and take classes, I would be free March 21-31, inclusive. Does this coincide with beer bike?
Hmm, well, the 2007 beer bike ran from the 26th to the 31st, so there MAY be a chance that I will paint Houston red. In the name of communism.
I'm going to be the 40-year-old virgin, you say? Maybe I could make a documentary out of it. Hopefully I won't be working in an electronics store after having gone to college to earn a B.S. and a B.A. Then again I'm considering culinary school, which doesn't really require a college degree unless I were to combine Culinary Arts with Food Science.
Fine dining establishments to try out: Tommy Toy's Cuisine Chinoise (not only a dining feast, but a visual experience, they say), and R&G Lounge (Classic Cantonese Cooking). I've been to R&G, but this time I'd like to go it alone or without my parents. Such a rich palette. MMMMM!
Do you ever get that feeling of disgust from having oil and sweat caked onto your face from not having showered for a number of days, a number which you can't even remember anymore? Yeah. I'm feeling it.
So this new product that I've been trying out- Enviga- by Nestea/Coke: calorie burner, sparkling green tea with other natural flavors. These may include eau de spoiled meat. "Enviga contains an optimum blend of ass and naturally active plant micro-nutrients designed to work against your body, causing uncontrolled bowel movements and enhancing your already shitty day. Three cans per day of enviga have been shown to increase calorie burning in 18-35 year olds as well as induce a diabetic coma. Drinking more than three cans per day will not have an additional effect other than stimulating nausea and vomiting."
Refreshing!?
If I were to start dating, I would clearly ask the person out, not ask them to go somewhere with me like some people and ASSUME that it was a date and go gaga over some meaningless encounter.
MMMM dirty jokes! I know I should stray from them and aim towards more sophistication, more topical humor. But they're SO good.
International Film Festival in two weeks!
Such a dork- I voted online for a TV show. Jeez.
So if I stay and take classes, I would be free March 21-31, inclusive. Does this coincide with beer bike?
Hmm, well, the 2007 beer bike ran from the 26th to the 31st, so there MAY be a chance that I will paint Houston red. In the name of communism.
I'm going to be the 40-year-old virgin, you say? Maybe I could make a documentary out of it. Hopefully I won't be working in an electronics store after having gone to college to earn a B.S. and a B.A. Then again I'm considering culinary school, which doesn't really require a college degree unless I were to combine Culinary Arts with Food Science.
Fine dining establishments to try out: Tommy Toy's Cuisine Chinoise (not only a dining feast, but a visual experience, they say), and R&G Lounge (Classic Cantonese Cooking). I've been to R&G, but this time I'd like to go it alone or without my parents. Such a rich palette. MMMMM!
Do you ever get that feeling of disgust from having oil and sweat caked onto your face from not having showered for a number of days, a number which you can't even remember anymore? Yeah. I'm feeling it.
10.22.2007
radio flyer
For such a decent writer/doctor, Dr. Jerome Groopman seems to lack a funny bone, as deduced from his appearance on the Colbert Report.
I also have some sort of ear irritation/infection now. Ugh.
A on the Marine Bio exam. whoo.
If I were to start working at a restaurant, it would probably be easiest to get into a Chinese one first, no? And then work my way from there.
NO, not explosive as in diarrhea. YES. Embrace the shame!
Observations:
Hipster guys wear tight jeans to squish their nuts to oblivion, or to crush them into blueball hell. hipster girls wear tight jeans to try and disguise annorexia as street chic.
Graduate school is a collection of sexually repressed geeks from band camp, all gathering in the same location again to engage sexual partner-swapping.
I also have some sort of ear irritation/infection now. Ugh.
A on the Marine Bio exam. whoo.
If I were to start working at a restaurant, it would probably be easiest to get into a Chinese one first, no? And then work my way from there.
NO, not explosive as in diarrhea. YES. Embrace the shame!
Observations:
Hipster guys wear tight jeans to squish their nuts to oblivion, or to crush them into blueball hell. hipster girls wear tight jeans to try and disguise annorexia as street chic.
Graduate school is a collection of sexually repressed geeks from band camp, all gathering in the same location again to engage sexual partner-swapping.
10.21.2007
polish dill
New food: Hawaii kettle-cooked maui bbq chips, Enviga green tea carbonated beverage by Nestle/Coca-cola.
OOOOOOOHhhhhhhhhhhhhh my stomach! SO much pain! Fuck you, seaweed salad and explosive sushi roll! I better not be sick again, like that time with the feta cheese pizza. AHH!!!!
OOOOOOOHhhhhhhhhhhhhh my stomach! SO much pain! Fuck you, seaweed salad and explosive sushi roll! I better not be sick again, like that time with the feta cheese pizza. AHH!!!!
another woman's sushi
Do you need an Olympic gold to define your career? Nobel prize? Fields medal?
Another show I'm getting hooked back on: How I Met Your Mother.
Men's ballroom dance shoes have heels?!
Everyone's experiences can be shortened to weekly half-hour episodes. Like tonight's dinner with Drab.
So earlier I mentioned that I had a pizza craving. Giving in to my impulses like always, I walk 7 or 8 blocks to Safeway and start stocking the cart with pizza items: flour, mushrooms, pizza sauce (which I still don't know what it is: spaghetti sauce, tomato puree, tomato paste?!), garlic, salt, pepper, cooking spray, when I feel this tingling all over my body.
I was wondering whether or not my nervous system was malfunctioning since this isn't normal, to me at least. My torso kept vibrating and I was wondering what the hell was going on until I realized that my cell phone was on silent. So I open the back pocket of my messenger bag only to see that it was Drab calling. I always pause before answering those calls, because if it involves dinner, something awkward, terrible, or terribly awkward is going to ensue. AND I was trying to satisfy my pizza craving, but I acquiesced to go on this dinner at Castro of all places. 2 boys on a dinner date. No judgment.
I started walking outside my apartment and see this train stop right along my street. I decide to stall and not board it, reluctant to go out to dinner, but I walked up a few blocks to the MUNI stop and waited for the train to arrive, all while these creepy old people walked around me and Asians fluttered about at the Asian dessert place.
Along the train up the West Portal, I receive a text message from Drab saying that he may not make it to dinner. I start texting him that I was ALREADY ON the train, except I see myself going into the tunnel. What happened before at the tunnel? I tried to tell Drab not to get me that CIA shirt but when I tried to send the text, I lost my signal. Luckily, that didn't happen this time, and the Castro stop was only one more away from Forest Hills, so I could go above ground and start button-mashing to drag his ass from lab.
Since he didn't leave lab yet, I was stuck waiting around Castro. So I popped in my earbuds and started listening to music while walking up and down both sides of Castro, picking up take-out menus whenever available, gawking at the stores, and being approached by creepy men. Who's attracted to young, skinny Asians? WELL, apparently this creepy old homeless man and a creepy old fat man. Upon walking down Castro for the first time that night, I notice this old man hanging out beside the newspaper stands and smiling at me while I pass by, muttering something that was inaudible. On my round trip back up the street, I see him again, only this time I notice him say, "How you doin'?" while having this odd grin on his face. I just smile and go about my way. On another round trip, being on the other side of the street, I walk near the Castro theater only to be accosted by this fat man who was staring at me and asked,"Where ya goin'?" What the hell? Are these people Castro's version of hookers?
On a side note, Clare mentioned how he would never buy clothes from Diesel because they give off a certain impression to those that see you wearing that brand name. As I turned my head to view the mannequins and their outfits, I instantly noticed Clare in one of the window panes: scarf, tight jeans, black, white, and grey colors. HAH!
Finally, Drab arrived and decided on Japanese food for the night. The restaurant, whose name I didn't bother to remember, was run by Cantonese people in this bold multi-colored pastiche (I don't even know if I used that word correctly; I had to look it up just now). They had these fish motifs but set against a wall with sky and clouds painted right next to them. Their bathroom was nice though: black tiles, tan paint above.
My dinner: Combination dinner (Chicken katsu and Tempura) and some explosive spicy tuna roll? The miso soup that came with the combo: lukewarm, grainy, not so good. The tempura: your typical cookie-cutter assortment of vegetables and ebi. Satisfactory. The chicken katsu: if I had eaten it earlier, it could have been better, but the sauce was too tangy- more sour than sweet, inappropriate ratio of both flavors. The salad was surprising in that under the sauce seaweed was laid atop the lettuce, tomatoes and sliced carrots. The explosive tuna roll: made my nose runny the rest of the night.
One of our waiters was this Cantonese man who was loud and quite the character along with the rest of the staff. He also laughed sonorously at Drab for no reason, which was reason enough for me to laugh at Drab.
As I effortless accomplished the task of finishing this meal, Drab had finished his portions before me, and I noticed him eyeing my katsu. Being the Asian that I am, I decide to offer him some of the fried pieces off my plate, secretly thinking,"WAH How much is he going to eat Stop eating my food!!!!" Yeah, that's me. I'm hungry. Always.
Considering that most dinners I have with Drab end in disaster, this evening hadn't been bad, right? WRONG. As I was about to finish off the last two pieces of my chicken katsu, thinking that at least ONE dinner with Drab would end peacefully, this sudden pain poked my stomach. HOLY SHIT! It hurt like hell! UGH, such wishful thinking to believe that Drab wouldn't ruin my night! The pain didn't subside until I finally arrived at my apartment.
Here's where I end up: watching old and new clips of Dancing with the Stars, scrabbling, and not completing any homework assignments. Laundry time tomorrow.
I honestly can't remember the last time when nothing went wrong on dinner with drab, or should I call them drab dinners?
Moral of the story: I'm converting my living room into a dance floor/studio. Oh wait, that's not right. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you.
Quotes of the night: "I'm rich!"
HAHAHA You tell 'em, grad student!
Either that, or, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" by the middle-aged Asian waiter, to Drab.
Another show I'm getting hooked back on: How I Met Your Mother.
Men's ballroom dance shoes have heels?!
Everyone's experiences can be shortened to weekly half-hour episodes. Like tonight's dinner with Drab.
So earlier I mentioned that I had a pizza craving. Giving in to my impulses like always, I walk 7 or 8 blocks to Safeway and start stocking the cart with pizza items: flour, mushrooms, pizza sauce (which I still don't know what it is: spaghetti sauce, tomato puree, tomato paste?!), garlic, salt, pepper, cooking spray, when I feel this tingling all over my body.
I was wondering whether or not my nervous system was malfunctioning since this isn't normal, to me at least. My torso kept vibrating and I was wondering what the hell was going on until I realized that my cell phone was on silent. So I open the back pocket of my messenger bag only to see that it was Drab calling. I always pause before answering those calls, because if it involves dinner, something awkward, terrible, or terribly awkward is going to ensue. AND I was trying to satisfy my pizza craving, but I acquiesced to go on this dinner at Castro of all places. 2 boys on a dinner date. No judgment.
I started walking outside my apartment and see this train stop right along my street. I decide to stall and not board it, reluctant to go out to dinner, but I walked up a few blocks to the MUNI stop and waited for the train to arrive, all while these creepy old people walked around me and Asians fluttered about at the Asian dessert place.
Along the train up the West Portal, I receive a text message from Drab saying that he may not make it to dinner. I start texting him that I was ALREADY ON the train, except I see myself going into the tunnel. What happened before at the tunnel? I tried to tell Drab not to get me that CIA shirt but when I tried to send the text, I lost my signal. Luckily, that didn't happen this time, and the Castro stop was only one more away from Forest Hills, so I could go above ground and start button-mashing to drag his ass from lab.
Since he didn't leave lab yet, I was stuck waiting around Castro. So I popped in my earbuds and started listening to music while walking up and down both sides of Castro, picking up take-out menus whenever available, gawking at the stores, and being approached by creepy men. Who's attracted to young, skinny Asians? WELL, apparently this creepy old homeless man and a creepy old fat man. Upon walking down Castro for the first time that night, I notice this old man hanging out beside the newspaper stands and smiling at me while I pass by, muttering something that was inaudible. On my round trip back up the street, I see him again, only this time I notice him say, "How you doin'?" while having this odd grin on his face. I just smile and go about my way. On another round trip, being on the other side of the street, I walk near the Castro theater only to be accosted by this fat man who was staring at me and asked,"Where ya goin'?" What the hell? Are these people Castro's version of hookers?
On a side note, Clare mentioned how he would never buy clothes from Diesel because they give off a certain impression to those that see you wearing that brand name. As I turned my head to view the mannequins and their outfits, I instantly noticed Clare in one of the window panes: scarf, tight jeans, black, white, and grey colors. HAH!
Finally, Drab arrived and decided on Japanese food for the night. The restaurant, whose name I didn't bother to remember, was run by Cantonese people in this bold multi-colored pastiche (I don't even know if I used that word correctly; I had to look it up just now). They had these fish motifs but set against a wall with sky and clouds painted right next to them. Their bathroom was nice though: black tiles, tan paint above.
My dinner: Combination dinner (Chicken katsu and Tempura) and some explosive spicy tuna roll? The miso soup that came with the combo: lukewarm, grainy, not so good. The tempura: your typical cookie-cutter assortment of vegetables and ebi. Satisfactory. The chicken katsu: if I had eaten it earlier, it could have been better, but the sauce was too tangy- more sour than sweet, inappropriate ratio of both flavors. The salad was surprising in that under the sauce seaweed was laid atop the lettuce, tomatoes and sliced carrots. The explosive tuna roll: made my nose runny the rest of the night.
One of our waiters was this Cantonese man who was loud and quite the character along with the rest of the staff. He also laughed sonorously at Drab for no reason, which was reason enough for me to laugh at Drab.
As I effortless accomplished the task of finishing this meal, Drab had finished his portions before me, and I noticed him eyeing my katsu. Being the Asian that I am, I decide to offer him some of the fried pieces off my plate, secretly thinking,"WAH How much is he going to eat Stop eating my food!!!!" Yeah, that's me. I'm hungry. Always.
Considering that most dinners I have with Drab end in disaster, this evening hadn't been bad, right? WRONG. As I was about to finish off the last two pieces of my chicken katsu, thinking that at least ONE dinner with Drab would end peacefully, this sudden pain poked my stomach. HOLY SHIT! It hurt like hell! UGH, such wishful thinking to believe that Drab wouldn't ruin my night! The pain didn't subside until I finally arrived at my apartment.
Here's where I end up: watching old and new clips of Dancing with the Stars, scrabbling, and not completing any homework assignments. Laundry time tomorrow.
I honestly can't remember the last time when nothing went wrong on dinner with drab, or should I call them drab dinners?
Moral of the story: I'm converting my living room into a dance floor/studio. Oh wait, that's not right. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you.
Quotes of the night: "I'm rich!"
HAHAHA You tell 'em, grad student!
Either that, or, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" by the middle-aged Asian waiter, to Drab.
10.20.2007
zapps
Missing you (Zapp's Dill Flavor).
I've been studying all day, yet it's so nice outside. There's really no worry about missing days like these, especially in San Francisco, since they're occur so often.
Maybe dark and cloudy would suit me better. Some place that snows often.
Cooped up in my apartment studying proteins.
My life needs meaning- I'm going to Safeway and buying ingredients to make pizza from scratch. Just reading online about how to make a pizza is making my mouth water. And NO FETA CHEESE as a topping, either.
If I had a car, I would drive up to Napa Valley just to eat at the French Laundry. *drool*
Have you ever done it in a restaurant bathroom?
I think I'll be ready to date. When I'm 35.
I've been studying all day, yet it's so nice outside. There's really no worry about missing days like these, especially in San Francisco, since they're occur so often.
Maybe dark and cloudy would suit me better. Some place that snows often.
Cooped up in my apartment studying proteins.
My life needs meaning- I'm going to Safeway and buying ingredients to make pizza from scratch. Just reading online about how to make a pizza is making my mouth water. And NO FETA CHEESE as a topping, either.
If I had a car, I would drive up to Napa Valley just to eat at the French Laundry. *drool*
Have you ever done it in a restaurant bathroom?
I think I'll be ready to date. When I'm 35.
10.19.2007
ballare
Conservative country boy. That's me. I blush at the thought of pairs dancing. Talk about full contact sport.
That's the other thing- how am I supposed to go learn how to ballroom dance when it requires a partner?! Found some more centers that offer tap dancing. We'll see how that goes.
I'm tired of just going out and drinking, as you can see.
My solution: buy DVDs that encompass the teach-it-yourself theme to practically everything.
Did women find Fred Astaire attractive back in the heyday?
What should I do if a circular region of necrotic tissue forms under my skin?
Do people in Japan avoid public displays of emotion still?
Random memory that popped up: I was in this crowd (or not), and Leigh-ugh happens to come up from watching a movie with Amber. It turned out that the movie was Playing by Heart. So either someone else (or I) began asking her how it was, what she thought of it, etc. She responds by saying it was a terrible movie/one of the most terrible movies she's ever seen. I told her that I bought the DVD for Amber as a Christmas present. AWKWARD.
That was a weird year where I decided to buy xmas gifts for the people in my o-week group. Nothing too big, everything was about 10 dollars or less per person. I only bought Amber that DVD because she has a thing for Angelina Jolie. Jon Stewart was in it too.
Speaking of which, my neuro teacher watches Jon Stewart. No, I don't have a little crush on her anymore.
Wet dreams??! Hardly. Hardly ever, as in never. The only thing whetting in my dreams is my appetite. Not my sexual appetite. Are we clear yet?
If I turned my life into a sitcom or dramedy, it would DEFINITELY include everyone's awkward sex lives. It would be Sex and the City meets Hare Guu meets Joy Luck Club?
Come to think of it, none of the Jones people in our friend group is going to medical school.
That's the other thing- how am I supposed to go learn how to ballroom dance when it requires a partner?! Found some more centers that offer tap dancing. We'll see how that goes.
I'm tired of just going out and drinking, as you can see.
My solution: buy DVDs that encompass the teach-it-yourself theme to practically everything.
Did women find Fred Astaire attractive back in the heyday?
What should I do if a circular region of necrotic tissue forms under my skin?
Do people in Japan avoid public displays of emotion still?
Random memory that popped up: I was in this crowd (or not), and Leigh-ugh happens to come up from watching a movie with Amber. It turned out that the movie was Playing by Heart. So either someone else (or I) began asking her how it was, what she thought of it, etc. She responds by saying it was a terrible movie/one of the most terrible movies she's ever seen. I told her that I bought the DVD for Amber as a Christmas present. AWKWARD.
That was a weird year where I decided to buy xmas gifts for the people in my o-week group. Nothing too big, everything was about 10 dollars or less per person. I only bought Amber that DVD because she has a thing for Angelina Jolie. Jon Stewart was in it too.
Speaking of which, my neuro teacher watches Jon Stewart. No, I don't have a little crush on her anymore.
Wet dreams??! Hardly. Hardly ever, as in never. The only thing whetting in my dreams is my appetite. Not my sexual appetite. Are we clear yet?
If I turned my life into a sitcom or dramedy, it would DEFINITELY include everyone's awkward sex lives. It would be Sex and the City meets Hare Guu meets Joy Luck Club?
Come to think of it, none of the Jones people in our friend group is going to medical school.
mangaka
Yes, I did feel shitty after eating 10 pieces of extra crispy chicken. But it's SO good.
Remember the previous posts about me being in close contact with the ladies on the bus?
I had a dream last night in a classroom where the girl sitting next to me just propped her leg(s) right on top of mine. I get pissed off about close contact, even in my dreams.
Nowhere else to go but down from here. We all reach our maximum height at this age, yes? All that's left is for posture to grow weak, backs to bend, cartilage between joints to wear away.
All these old people walking the streets. I wonder if they ever just ask themselves, "When am I going to die already?! It's taking SO long to walk back home!"
Ugh what did I say about drunk posting on my blog, Janey?! BIG NO-NO. Very taboo.
Developmental exam yesterday. Her questions aren't so challenging as trying to figure out how much information to write and what exactly she wants us to write. If we don't put down a specific word, no points. Stoopid.
I applied to a job. A neuro job, of all jobs. Ugh. I must have caught this disease from Drab or one of his colleagues.
Preference for next year: move to the East coast. East side is the best?
Remember the previous posts about me being in close contact with the ladies on the bus?
I had a dream last night in a classroom where the girl sitting next to me just propped her leg(s) right on top of mine. I get pissed off about close contact, even in my dreams.
Nowhere else to go but down from here. We all reach our maximum height at this age, yes? All that's left is for posture to grow weak, backs to bend, cartilage between joints to wear away.
All these old people walking the streets. I wonder if they ever just ask themselves, "When am I going to die already?! It's taking SO long to walk back home!"
Ugh what did I say about drunk posting on my blog, Janey?! BIG NO-NO. Very taboo.
Developmental exam yesterday. Her questions aren't so challenging as trying to figure out how much information to write and what exactly she wants us to write. If we don't put down a specific word, no points. Stoopid.
I applied to a job. A neuro job, of all jobs. Ugh. I must have caught this disease from Drab or one of his colleagues.
Preference for next year: move to the East coast. East side is the best?
10.18.2007
paso doble
Perhaps I went a bit far with the last post. Too bad.
The rhythm is gonna get you. TONIGHT.
Dr. Quinn, medicine woman, is enjoyable to watch on the dance floor. Very graceful.
You know that feeling you get after eating a bucket of chicken over a day? What would you call that?
Gingerbread yogurt?! It's very odd tasting liquefied bread laden with spices.
The rhythm is gonna get you. TONIGHT.
Dr. Quinn, medicine woman, is enjoyable to watch on the dance floor. Very graceful.
You know that feeling you get after eating a bucket of chicken over a day? What would you call that?
Gingerbread yogurt?! It's very odd tasting liquefied bread laden with spices.
10.17.2007
natural calm
"Fuck me like a dog."
(He proceeded to stuff her orifices and banged the shit out of her.)
"Cum all over my face!"
(He came.)
(All over her face.)
There you go. porn quality?
I don't get why some women would want a facial during sex. Thinking about their skin at a time like sex. Hmm, maybe he's not satisfying her, so she's making the most out of the situation? Natural lotion/moisturizer?
ewwwwwww.
Wellcome Supermarket, B－米！ PURI PURI! I'm still looking for a good tapatia here. I haven't found one as of yet.
I delete a lot of sent texts that I receive.
My lymphatic system is taking a toll. I ended up strangely at KFC tonight, no reason how, and decided upon the 10 piece double mash meal (10 pieces of chicken, two servings of mash potatoes w/ gravy, and a side of kernel corn) instead of the regular 8 piece meal because it was only 7 cents more. I ate a serving of the mashed potatoes, part of the corn, and 5 pieces of corn before realizing that I still had a long ways to go. Ohhhhhhhh.
New prospects: summer internships on the eastern seaboard, Master's program for the next year. That, or culinary school on the far eastern seaboard, mainly HK.
(He proceeded to stuff her orifices and banged the shit out of her.)
"Cum all over my face!"
(He came.)
(All over her face.)
There you go. porn quality?
I don't get why some women would want a facial during sex. Thinking about their skin at a time like sex. Hmm, maybe he's not satisfying her, so she's making the most out of the situation? Natural lotion/moisturizer?
ewwwwwww.
Wellcome Supermarket, B－米！ PURI PURI! I'm still looking for a good tapatia here. I haven't found one as of yet.
I delete a lot of sent texts that I receive.
My lymphatic system is taking a toll. I ended up strangely at KFC tonight, no reason how, and decided upon the 10 piece double mash meal (10 pieces of chicken, two servings of mash potatoes w/ gravy, and a side of kernel corn) instead of the regular 8 piece meal because it was only 7 cents more. I ate a serving of the mashed potatoes, part of the corn, and 5 pieces of corn before realizing that I still had a long ways to go. Ohhhhhhhh.
New prospects: summer internships on the eastern seaboard, Master's program for the next year. That, or culinary school on the far eastern seaboard, mainly HK.
novella romanze
ugh, a B on my text.
B-米‘s B-日。
PSH that was not porn-quality dialogue. It was at least at the level of romance novel. Porn dialogue involves ridiculous subplots: alien encounters, fantasy. More thrusting, less lusting.
What's worse than drunk texting? I believe it's drunk blogging! Enough of your nonsense.
From worse to worst: drunk texting, drunk blogging, drunk dialing.
Writing for middle-aged housewives?! I don't encourage that sort of behavior at ANY age, and I don't want to encourage the proliferation of unrealistic fantasies and cheesy romance novels, chick flicks, etc.
This side of me nobody sees often because my mind has a brainfart resulting in a lapse of judgment. Thank god.
Frog devo, Sea Urchin devo, Tunicate devo, C. elegans devo, Fish devo. Boring to the 5th power.
B-米‘s B-日。
PSH that was not porn-quality dialogue. It was at least at the level of romance novel. Porn dialogue involves ridiculous subplots: alien encounters, fantasy. More thrusting, less lusting.
What's worse than drunk texting? I believe it's drunk blogging! Enough of your nonsense.
From worse to worst: drunk texting, drunk blogging, drunk dialing.
Writing for middle-aged housewives?! I don't encourage that sort of behavior at ANY age, and I don't want to encourage the proliferation of unrealistic fantasies and cheesy romance novels, chick flicks, etc.
This side of me nobody sees often because my mind has a brainfart resulting in a lapse of judgment. Thank god.
Frog devo, Sea Urchin devo, Tunicate devo, C. elegans devo, Fish devo. Boring to the 5th power.
10.16.2007
berceuse
-----
"..."
"What is it?"
"It's not working. I want out."
"...okay."
"You've always had trouble communicating! Can't you just say more than one word?!"
"What do you want me to say?"
"ANYTHING! Something to show that you want to salvage this relationship!"
"Talk is cheap."
(He forces himself upon her against the wall, raising her arms and holding them up against her will with his left hand. Then he proceeds to kiss her neck and fondle her.)
(panting) "Stop. This isn't supposed to happen this way."
"Okay." (He continues exploring the rest of her body.)
"I mean it... we never talk anymore."
"Fine, I'll start. Where do you want me to put my hand?"
-----
Random fantasies/unrealistic scenes about a friend, when I actually want to study and ace my developmental biology exam. UGH!
"..."
"What is it?"
"It's not working. I want out."
"...okay."
"You've always had trouble communicating! Can't you just say more than one word?!"
"What do you want me to say?"
"ANYTHING! Something to show that you want to salvage this relationship!"
"Talk is cheap."
(He forces himself upon her against the wall, raising her arms and holding them up against her will with his left hand. Then he proceeds to kiss her neck and fondle her.)
(panting) "Stop. This isn't supposed to happen this way."
"Okay." (He continues exploring the rest of her body.)
"I mean it... we never talk anymore."
"Fine, I'll start. Where do you want me to put my hand?"
-----
Random fantasies/unrealistic scenes about a friend, when I actually want to study and ace my developmental biology exam. UGH!
pixar
I got impulsive.
I became a Film Society member. Just to watch the International Animation Festival.
The operator had a very sexy voice.
I think I made a mistake. Except I already gave them my credit card info.
Woe.
I became a Film Society member. Just to watch the International Animation Festival.
The operator had a very sexy voice.
I think I made a mistake. Except I already gave them my credit card info.
Woe.
rectal exams
junguru guu may be funny at times, but it does not deserve a party.
Sure you PRESUMABLY have a library of smell knowledge, but you could never satisfy me like Snapple Green Tea. It broadens my knowledge AND quenches my thirst. You can't do that, now can you???
The feelings come and go.
If only the buildings within my line of sight were destroyed, I'd get a perfect view of the ocean.
"He liked sleeping. Now he can sleep forever." Sometimes I picture that on my tombstone. I slept the afternoon away.
There's the highs and lows- days when you experience this rush, that you want to accomplish something earth-shattering. Then there are times when you just don't care.
Girls just happen to keep rubbing me on the public buses. I leave my hand on the pole, only sliding it down a bit so that the girl can grab on, only she rests her entire arm on it. So the entire trip back to my apartment from school, she's up against my hand. Today- I move back to make room for more people coming onto the bus, except the girls all around me won't budge. So the entire time back to my apartment again, I'm squeezed up against all these bodies. Needless to say, I was uncomfortable on both/all occasions.
Meet me halfway up upon the stars.
This black guy on the MUNI stop was listening to his music player, shaking his bum, and flailing his arms outward. From his movements, it seemed as though he were listening to a power ballad.
Some Asian on the L-line looked up directly to my window. I looked right back at them. They kept staring. I realized that I was only wearing a tank top and underpants. Oops.
Sure you PRESUMABLY have a library of smell knowledge, but you could never satisfy me like Snapple Green Tea. It broadens my knowledge AND quenches my thirst. You can't do that, now can you???
The feelings come and go.
If only the buildings within my line of sight were destroyed, I'd get a perfect view of the ocean.
"He liked sleeping. Now he can sleep forever." Sometimes I picture that on my tombstone. I slept the afternoon away.
There's the highs and lows- days when you experience this rush, that you want to accomplish something earth-shattering. Then there are times when you just don't care.
Girls just happen to keep rubbing me on the public buses. I leave my hand on the pole, only sliding it down a bit so that the girl can grab on, only she rests her entire arm on it. So the entire trip back to my apartment from school, she's up against my hand. Today- I move back to make room for more people coming onto the bus, except the girls all around me won't budge. So the entire time back to my apartment again, I'm squeezed up against all these bodies. Needless to say, I was uncomfortable on both/all occasions.
Meet me halfway up upon the stars.
This black guy on the MUNI stop was listening to his music player, shaking his bum, and flailing his arms outward. From his movements, it seemed as though he were listening to a power ballad.
Some Asian on the L-line looked up directly to my window. I looked right back at them. They kept staring. I realized that I was only wearing a tank top and underpants. Oops.
10.15.2007
beta catenin
Need to buy a plane ticket or find some form of transportation to get down to SD for the conference.
Have to write KP a letter.
Have to find motivation for classes. Even if the grades are fine for now, I'm getting bored of having to study for tests.
Applied for a restaurant gig. 28,000 square feet. 800 people. I've never operated in a restaurant of that scale. I think the maximum people that my parents stick into the restaurant even for banquets is 150 people.
Food reviews: Raspberry White Tea by Snapple. Look to that instead of Drab if you want interesting facts about smell-ology/olfaction. I twisted off the top and it reads: "The average smell weighs 760 nanograms."
Hawaii Kettle Cooked Original Potato Chips. Salted a tad too much, much oilier than your standard kettle chip, but the flavor was moderately good.
What's the purpose of acidophilus and bifidus? The Lucerne purple label reduced-fat milk claims that they added this to the milk. For what reason, though?
Have to write KP a letter.
Have to find motivation for classes. Even if the grades are fine for now, I'm getting bored of having to study for tests.
Applied for a restaurant gig. 28,000 square feet. 800 people. I've never operated in a restaurant of that scale. I think the maximum people that my parents stick into the restaurant even for banquets is 150 people.
Food reviews: Raspberry White Tea by Snapple. Look to that instead of Drab if you want interesting facts about smell-ology/olfaction. I twisted off the top and it reads: "The average smell weighs 760 nanograms."
Hawaii Kettle Cooked Original Potato Chips. Salted a tad too much, much oilier than your standard kettle chip, but the flavor was moderately good.
What's the purpose of acidophilus and bifidus? The Lucerne purple label reduced-fat milk claims that they added this to the milk. For what reason, though?
outride
ugh, quiet drab. I've had enough of your backtalk. You should be getting a haircut, too, since you've gotten your paycheck and everything, and you said that you WOULD get a haircut after that.
More hours of my life wasted towards Second Life. Altering my avatar's appearance, getting frustrated over something wrong with the software not letting me finish the tutorial.
I suppose I can use the CIA shirt when I need to do laundry. I SUPPOSE it's a nice enough color to wear outside in public. What a god-awful design. The logo stsnd-alone wouldn't be much of a deal except it's pasted onto the left breast.
TV obsessions- Heroes, ジャングルはいつもハレのちグゥ, Private Practice, Grey's Anatomy. Damn you, online TV. Hare reminds me of me; Guu- everybody else.
My clothes STILL smell like burning compost! Fucking carbon molecules in my clothes. Since the laundromat's already CLOSED by now, I'm going to have to try and douse my clothes with febreze again. sheesh.
More hours of my life wasted towards Second Life. Altering my avatar's appearance, getting frustrated over something wrong with the software not letting me finish the tutorial.
I suppose I can use the CIA shirt when I need to do laundry. I SUPPOSE it's a nice enough color to wear outside in public. What a god-awful design. The logo stsnd-alone wouldn't be much of a deal except it's pasted onto the left breast.
TV obsessions- Heroes, ジャングルはいつもハレのちグゥ, Private Practice, Grey's Anatomy. Damn you, online TV. Hare reminds me of me; Guu- everybody else.
My clothes STILL smell like burning compost! Fucking carbon molecules in my clothes. Since the laundromat's already CLOSED by now, I'm going to have to try and douse my clothes with febreze again. sheesh.
pycnocline
yes! yes yes yes I did join! And now I'm stuck as a cybergoth. UGH. I thought I would be able to choose an avatar later, so I selected no avatar, only it shoved in my face the last one I selected BEFORE selecting no avatar. Hmm, a fake blog, you say? Not a bad idea.
What the hell is a second nature event?! I've only begun salvaging my pallid appearance. I do NOT want to nerd all over each other. There's enough nerding around as it is in this life. God.
99 on my Neuro Test. whoo. Average was around a 77, and she's giving 10 points across the board for some stupid reason, maybe to make everything not feel so dumb about themselves.
100 on my Comp Test. whoo. He gave us 4 problems to do in 50 minutes, 3 of which were simply figure out what the output is, and the last one having you write a program. The average was also around a 79.
Marine Bio test today. Has anyone ever taken a test using the IF AT forms? SO nerve-wracking. Will tell you about them later.
Crassie is being very pesky on scrabulous. It will be difficult cleaning off her bones.
Bang a total stranger.
What the hell- they're opening ANOTHER Tennessee place in town? Ugh, the first place is bad enough as it is. I don't need Memphis in this town.
What the hell is a second nature event?! I've only begun salvaging my pallid appearance. I do NOT want to nerd all over each other. There's enough nerding around as it is in this life. God.
99 on my Neuro Test. whoo. Average was around a 77, and she's giving 10 points across the board for some stupid reason, maybe to make everything not feel so dumb about themselves.
100 on my Comp Test. whoo. He gave us 4 problems to do in 50 minutes, 3 of which were simply figure out what the output is, and the last one having you write a program. The average was also around a 79.
Marine Bio test today. Has anyone ever taken a test using the IF AT forms? SO nerve-wracking. Will tell you about them later.
Crassie is being very pesky on scrabulous. It will be difficult cleaning off her bones.
Bang a total stranger.
What the hell- they're opening ANOTHER Tennessee place in town? Ugh, the first place is bad enough as it is. I don't need Memphis in this town.
10.14.2007
caudate
so I've been talking to Janey about working in a fine dining establishment.
The job requires that I possess knowledge of wines old and new world, and liquor. BLEGH!
By the way, does anybody know what old world and new world wine means???
My levels of nerd-dom have increased a hundred-fold: I am now a part of second life. In addition to ineffectively managing this life, I get the opportunity to worry about my cyber-life.
So much for studying for the Marine Biology exam. Instead, I've been obsessed with trying to win all my games in Scrabulous. OH WELL! That's my way of "sticking it to 'em."
Notable quote of last night: "I'm so glad you're here!" Clare, in reference to the gas station and NOT Leigh-ugh nor me. Jackass.
The job requires that I possess knowledge of wines old and new world, and liquor. BLEGH!
By the way, does anybody know what old world and new world wine means???
My levels of nerd-dom have increased a hundred-fold: I am now a part of second life. In addition to ineffectively managing this life, I get the opportunity to worry about my cyber-life.
So much for studying for the Marine Biology exam. Instead, I've been obsessed with trying to win all my games in Scrabulous. OH WELL! That's my way of "sticking it to 'em."
Notable quote of last night: "I'm so glad you're here!" Clare, in reference to the gas station and NOT Leigh-ugh nor me. Jackass.
reliers
so I get addicted to board games.
With the help of the internet, I can feed my addiction.
I'm playing 7 games of scrabulous on facebook. I want to crush everybody.
Although I lost my first game to Liesel. That was a good game, though. Many 7-letter words were played.
With the help of the internet, I can feed my addiction.
I'm playing 7 games of scrabulous on facebook. I want to crush everybody.
Although I lost my first game to Liesel. That was a good game, though. Many 7-letter words were played.
chevaliers
Recap:
-Never stand around fires built out of compost. My jeans and hoodie both smell like manure. My quick solution: buy Febreze and spray the shit out of my clothes.
-Dinner at this taqueria in Glen Park with Clare and Leigh-ugh. I inadvertently ordered cow tongue in my tostada along with my chicken super baby burrito. Still, the tostada tasted better than the burrito. I was also impressed that Leigh-ugh would finish my almost-eaten burrito. Many people would find it gross to eat after someone.
-Dessert at Eggettes, an Asian dessert place also at Glen Park. I ordered a mango tofusion. They essentially just added tofu powder to the drink, Leigh-ugh told me. It was vile.
-Party at Drab's, which I didn't want to go to in the first place, which I didn't want to go to at all. But since we were all together, and Clare was driving, I ended up at the party. I applaud the house. Drab's room could use a little work. It's lacking a certain character. Met more neuroscience people as well as people working in tech jobs. I tried Black Butte beer after my Stella. I went to bed later that night and woke up with a headache. I went back to bed and woke up around noon- headache free. Never go to bed with a slight buzz.
-Find better scrabulous players. The ones I'm playing right now are either too slow or not challenging enough.
-Never stand around fires built out of compost. My jeans and hoodie both smell like manure. My quick solution: buy Febreze and spray the shit out of my clothes.
-Dinner at this taqueria in Glen Park with Clare and Leigh-ugh. I inadvertently ordered cow tongue in my tostada along with my chicken super baby burrito. Still, the tostada tasted better than the burrito. I was also impressed that Leigh-ugh would finish my almost-eaten burrito. Many people would find it gross to eat after someone.
-Dessert at Eggettes, an Asian dessert place also at Glen Park. I ordered a mango tofusion. They essentially just added tofu powder to the drink, Leigh-ugh told me. It was vile.
-Party at Drab's, which I didn't want to go to in the first place, which I didn't want to go to at all. But since we were all together, and Clare was driving, I ended up at the party. I applaud the house. Drab's room could use a little work. It's lacking a certain character. Met more neuroscience people as well as people working in tech jobs. I tried Black Butte beer after my Stella. I went to bed later that night and woke up with a headache. I went back to bed and woke up around noon- headache free. Never go to bed with a slight buzz.
-Find better scrabulous players. The ones I'm playing right now are either too slow or not challenging enough.
10.13.2007
ichthyos
Ugh, why are all the great research opportunities on the east coast? Specifically, the northeast coast.
Already looking into summer programs. But what am I going to do about my apartment here? It'll just be sitting for the summer, and I have to secure my own living on the east coast if I get accepted into the program.
I may take animal behavior next semester- yeah, the same class that I was in with Janey and Myra, and then dropped halfway even though I was planned to be Janey's partner for some in-class project we had to do.
I bought a doorway gym bar, except ALL my doorways are too wide to put it up! UGH!
Time to look for some research gigs. Paid. Volunteer. Whatever.
Already looking into summer programs. But what am I going to do about my apartment here? It'll just be sitting for the summer, and I have to secure my own living on the east coast if I get accepted into the program.
I may take animal behavior next semester- yeah, the same class that I was in with Janey and Myra, and then dropped halfway even though I was planned to be Janey's partner for some in-class project we had to do.
I bought a doorway gym bar, except ALL my doorways are too wide to put it up! UGH!
Time to look for some research gigs. Paid. Volunteer. Whatever.
ichi ni san
I find myself with my pants down, literally, every time the Russian comes over. It's embarrassing.
What else was embarrassing last night? I was dancing along 19th last night after coming back from Borders, and this girl on a bike was behind me trying to pass, but my arms kept swinging to the left and right, flailing all over the place, and I didn't stop until I realized she was behind me. UGH.
I registered for the SfN conference. Not too expensive for students. $40.
I drink water out of the other Russian lady's beer mug. I sure could use a beer right now, though.
What else was embarrassing last night? I was dancing along 19th last night after coming back from Borders, and this girl on a bike was behind me trying to pass, but my arms kept swinging to the left and right, flailing all over the place, and I didn't stop until I realized she was behind me. UGH.
I registered for the SfN conference. Not too expensive for students. $40.
I drink water out of the other Russian lady's beer mug. I sure could use a beer right now, though.
10.12.2007
hoshi
hiroshi sugimoto will be talking about japanese art, fashion, and history. hmm.
I finished watching Lust, Caution. Afterwards I was walking down Winston towards Borders, and this lady's running behind me saying, "Excuse me! Excuse me!"
She asked me how to get to the theater. I was willing to walk with her all the way to the place, but she just told me to give her a general idea of the location. From her speech, I could tell she spoke Mandarin- that, and having hear her say 对，对- so I told her in Mandarin that it was across from Macy's. I'm not really sure that it was even across from the mall. Oh well.
I didn't hate it. Although I felt hungry after watching all that sex.
I finally figured out what that familiar song was that they played at Borders ALL THE TIME! It was this song from a movie I watched as a little kid, although I'm not sure what I was doing watching a movie about a very sensual dance: the LAMBADA. The song was Lambada by Kaomo, a French pop group. AH!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AfTl5Vg73A
I owe it all to Yakitate, which I've been secretly watching again. and again. They mentioned the lambada in one of the episodes.
I finished watching Lust, Caution. Afterwards I was walking down Winston towards Borders, and this lady's running behind me saying, "Excuse me! Excuse me!"
She asked me how to get to the theater. I was willing to walk with her all the way to the place, but she just told me to give her a general idea of the location. From her speech, I could tell she spoke Mandarin- that, and having hear her say 对，对- so I told her in Mandarin that it was across from Macy's. I'm not really sure that it was even across from the mall. Oh well.
I didn't hate it. Although I felt hungry after watching all that sex.
I finally figured out what that familiar song was that they played at Borders ALL THE TIME! It was this song from a movie I watched as a little kid, although I'm not sure what I was doing watching a movie about a very sensual dance: the LAMBADA. The song was Lambada by Kaomo, a French pop group. AH!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AfTl5Vg73A
I owe it all to Yakitate, which I've been secretly watching again. and again. They mentioned the lambada in one of the episodes.
nexus
Neuroscience Nexus: cheesiest name of an email flyer EVER.
You could have asked me to get you a DP shirt- I DO live in Waco, after all. The chips- the ones without that much wasabi powder put on them are tolerable. Being one who doesn't enjoy wasabi on sushi in the first place, I was slightly impressed with the chips. Eat them with a glass of water.
I'd rather not learn about echidnas today. I'm going to watch acrobatic sex. That's right. Lust, Caution. Hopefully there won't be as many annoying Asians there this time.
Tomorrow- I may go hear a talk by Hiroshi Sugimoto, the same guy who had a photography exhibition at the De Young Museum a while back.
Crap. "I have to go poop," in the words of Clare.
You could have asked me to get you a DP shirt- I DO live in Waco, after all. The chips- the ones without that much wasabi powder put on them are tolerable. Being one who doesn't enjoy wasabi on sushi in the first place, I was slightly impressed with the chips. Eat them with a glass of water.
I'd rather not learn about echidnas today. I'm going to watch acrobatic sex. That's right. Lust, Caution. Hopefully there won't be as many annoying Asians there this time.
Tomorrow- I may go hear a talk by Hiroshi Sugimoto, the same guy who had a photography exhibition at the De Young Museum a while back.
Crap. "I have to go poop," in the words of Clare.
10.11.2007
weird science
After some careless consideration, I have applied to become a member of the Society for Neuroscience. Another stepping stone towards the bowels of hell, i.e., I can't escape this specialty.
Other thoughts to consider:
Food Science- M.S./Ph.D. programs. UC Davis has one, as well as CalPoly.
Culinary School- the CIA. The one in Hyde Park is ranked 1st in the U.S., while the one in Napa Valley is 14th. Not bad for either. What's ranked 2nd? Texas Culinary Academy in Austin, Texas. Focus? Product development, food chemistry. HAHA! There's actually a place called the sushi chef institute! A very stereotypical name: Chopsticks Cooking Centre in Hong Kong. Terrible.
Neuroscience/Marine Science- Ph.D. I think the better Marine Science programs are over on the East Coast (Woods Hole, places in Massachusetts, Duke, NY), but there are a few gems over here at USC and UCSB, I think. Why marine science? I like the sea. I like fish. Fried, grilled, steamed, you name it.
New food ventures: Wasabi flavored potato chips, by Jim (Yeah, that's the brand name), and an Indo Mi Goreng substitute, available now at most American convenience stores, i.e., NOT chinatown.
Other thoughts to consider:
Food Science- M.S./Ph.D. programs. UC Davis has one, as well as CalPoly.
Culinary School- the CIA. The one in Hyde Park is ranked 1st in the U.S., while the one in Napa Valley is 14th. Not bad for either. What's ranked 2nd? Texas Culinary Academy in Austin, Texas. Focus? Product development, food chemistry. HAHA! There's actually a place called the sushi chef institute! A very stereotypical name: Chopsticks Cooking Centre in Hong Kong. Terrible.
Neuroscience/Marine Science- Ph.D. I think the better Marine Science programs are over on the East Coast (Woods Hole, places in Massachusetts, Duke, NY), but there are a few gems over here at USC and UCSB, I think. Why marine science? I like the sea. I like fish. Fried, grilled, steamed, you name it.
New food ventures: Wasabi flavored potato chips, by Jim (Yeah, that's the brand name), and an Indo Mi Goreng substitute, available now at most American convenience stores, i.e., NOT chinatown.
acid hydrolase
Sure you went to the Coca Cola Museum, but does it top the Dr. Pepper Museum, in WACO???
I have a plan. A study plan at least.
I want magic. I'm starting to think I just have a thing for married people. That girl in my developmental bio group- HUGE ring she was wearing on her left finger in class today. Jesus. Which just goes to show that all the good ones are either married or dead.
What did I say about using the word ruv around me?! Don't feel special, I didn't tell you the news in the first place!
Acai mixed berry red tea by Snapple- not too sweet, yet not appetizing. It lacked any expression. Put this drink next to a coma patient. You wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
Private Practice- I wonder if Leigh-ugh was watching it this week as well.
I want magic.
No you can't be flash! If anything, I would name you Greased Lightning right now. But now I can't use that name, either, since people know I would append it to you. Owning a restaurant wouldn't be difficult- I'm sure if the restaurant won't be sold, then my brother and I would inherit it. Restaurant critic: possibly. I do enjoy sucking the life out of aspiring chefs, crushing people's dreams, things of that sort.
Why the hell did they add Sonic as a character to Smash Bros.??? What is he going to do, spin and eat a chili dog? Useless attacks.
I have a plan. A study plan at least.
I want magic. I'm starting to think I just have a thing for married people. That girl in my developmental bio group- HUGE ring she was wearing on her left finger in class today. Jesus. Which just goes to show that all the good ones are either married or dead.
What did I say about using the word ruv around me?! Don't feel special, I didn't tell you the news in the first place!
Acai mixed berry red tea by Snapple- not too sweet, yet not appetizing. It lacked any expression. Put this drink next to a coma patient. You wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
Private Practice- I wonder if Leigh-ugh was watching it this week as well.
I want magic.
No you can't be flash! If anything, I would name you Greased Lightning right now. But now I can't use that name, either, since people know I would append it to you. Owning a restaurant wouldn't be difficult- I'm sure if the restaurant won't be sold, then my brother and I would inherit it. Restaurant critic: possibly. I do enjoy sucking the life out of aspiring chefs, crushing people's dreams, things of that sort.
Why the hell did they add Sonic as a character to Smash Bros.??? What is he going to do, spin and eat a chili dog? Useless attacks.
10.09.2007
wen bie
Who's the first person you want to tell news to? For me today after my awkward moment with old roommates, it was Drab. Ugh, what's wrong with me?
This would be the first time I don't want passion in my food. Lucerne light yogurt: passion orange pineapple. Excellent source of calcium, and an excellent source of sourness beyond belief.
Also, don't buy any drinks not containing natural sugars with the name Fuze on it. I ended up not finishing the drink and just pouring it down the drain.
I need to come up with more pseudonyms, sort of a safe within a safe, if I want to talk about people's lives while protecting their identity.
Lust, Caution- viewing this Friday afternoon/night.
Current listen: Jacky Cheung.
This would be the first time I don't want passion in my food. Lucerne light yogurt: passion orange pineapple. Excellent source of calcium, and an excellent source of sourness beyond belief.
Also, don't buy any drinks not containing natural sugars with the name Fuze on it. I ended up not finishing the drink and just pouring it down the drain.
I need to come up with more pseudonyms, sort of a safe within a safe, if I want to talk about people's lives while protecting their identity.
Lust, Caution- viewing this Friday afternoon/night.
Current listen: Jacky Cheung.
windsor
It's the West Coast. Everything's released early here, or New York.
Bombs going off everywhere- not bad, but not so good day today. Another awkward moment to put in the books.
I need to go to the market and figure out which meats they use for that combination sandwich I like so much.
The Jive would be a fun ballroom dance to learn.
To travel to Europe or to Asia next summer? Forget Janey, Jalto's expressed more interest in going there.
I forgot to mention that I went to some Indian restaurant with Drab and Clare on Friday. Once again, Clare manages to make a mess of himself, spilling rice all over his pants and shirt. HAH!
They're using a Mika song to promote Ugly Betty.
So I'm waiting for one more sponsor email so that I can apply for membership to SfN. Where the hell is she?!
I approve of Wonton Food, fortune cookie company, for not-so-fortunate advice on their strips of paper. I would have done that years ago to stop people from supporting the consumption of such an awful cookie that's not even your typical cookie shape. Cookie in the shape of a wonton. I want my wontons and my cookies separate. Better yet, hold the cookies, or burn them.
All I wanna do is, see you. Don't you know that it's true?
Bombs going off everywhere- not bad, but not so good day today. Another awkward moment to put in the books.
I need to go to the market and figure out which meats they use for that combination sandwich I like so much.
The Jive would be a fun ballroom dance to learn.
To travel to Europe or to Asia next summer? Forget Janey, Jalto's expressed more interest in going there.
I forgot to mention that I went to some Indian restaurant with Drab and Clare on Friday. Once again, Clare manages to make a mess of himself, spilling rice all over his pants and shirt. HAH!
They're using a Mika song to promote Ugly Betty.
So I'm waiting for one more sponsor email so that I can apply for membership to SfN. Where the hell is she?!
I approve of Wonton Food, fortune cookie company, for not-so-fortunate advice on their strips of paper. I would have done that years ago to stop people from supporting the consumption of such an awful cookie that's not even your typical cookie shape. Cookie in the shape of a wonton. I want my wontons and my cookies separate. Better yet, hold the cookies, or burn them.
All I wanna do is, see you. Don't you know that it's true?
10.07.2007
crisis
Oh my. It's been three days since my last post.
Cell Neuro exam. Easy as shit. Getting tired of school, needing something more challenging to do. I need 6 months of restaurant experience at least before entering the CIA. Speaking of which, how Drab manages to go there before I do surprises me. I hate him. Hopefully the shirt will make up for it, but from the preview that I got, that shirt looked like one of those shirts people get from friends/relatives and either hang it up in their closet, never to wear it again, or they wear it only to sleep at night.
It seems the boys are catching up to the girls. When it comes to sex.
Bluegrass festival- didn't catch much of it, even though Clare came over, stayed over to watch it.
Darjeeling Limited- excellent soundtrack, minus the doodoodoo song. The movie was great, too. This is saying a lot since I don't really like any of Wes Anderson's movies except for Rushmore. I tried watching Lust, Caution today. What the movie should be called instead is Asians, Caution because you need to be warned about NOT going to see the movie on the weekends for two reasons: the tickets are sold out, and every Asian and their tactless Asian mother are going to see that movie. I'm going during the weekday, when people will be working. Jesus.
For dinner, Leigh-ugh Clare and I went to Luna Park, an Italian/American cuisine establishment at the Mission. Moderate pricing, available seating (even though it was a tiny round table at the front while the rest of the seats in the house were booths), and 80s muzak. 2 appetizers: Goat cheese fondue with apple slices and toasted pieces of bread, and Gourmet corn dogs with fluffy batter and filled with sausage, accompanied by three versions of mustard (honey, dijon, regular). Apples and cheese- not so great a combination. The goat cheese was fine along with the corn dogs.
Main dish: Pork cutlet stuffed with mushrooms and Gruyeres cheese, breaded and fried and sitting atop a mound of mashed potatoes with string beans on the side, finished off with a cranberry sauce atop the pork itself. I would recommend this plate for those who can eat pork. They fried the pork exactly as I would want most fried foods- crispy and without an excess of grease on my plate. You get a variety of flavor profiles that you can mix or experience separately to your liking. The string beans were boiled but still crisp and splashed with a sour lemon sauce while the cranberries contributed the sweet but not too sugary flavor to the dish. Mashed potatoes- these could have been better with more texture, but I guess that depends on the person's individual preferences. Onion slices were mixed in with a hint of garlic, no pepper. B+ to A-.
Dessert- WORST WAY TO END MY NIGHT. oh my god! So to celebrate the life and times of beloved Ray/Re, we three decide to eat an entire cake. What we ended up purchasing was a chocolate bundt cake from Bi-Rite, which we took with us to Twin Peaks to eat in the frigidity. What we ended up purchasing was vomit in the shape of a wheel. AHHH! I compromised to eat something sweet for Re, but this was semi-sweet, dense, and lacking in flavor/moisture. It took me forever to finish my third. So we all know that chocolate contains flavonoids and endorphins, which are supposed to make us happy. After eating that cake, I believe I sank into a deep clinical depression. I knew I should have said something when we were picking the cake at the supermarket.
: I wasn't doing anything IMPORTANT when you called. Oh right. Romantic crisis. It definitely sounded like a crisis, as you were gabbing and I couldn't understand your nonsense.
I'm considering going to Hong Kong next year, which may interfere with interviews if I applied to any professional/grad school.
Ideas considered: research with birds or marine organisms, particularly squid (I think either Euprymna scolopes, or Loligo pealei- 2 different kinds of squid); culinary certificate/degree.
Cell Neuro exam. Easy as shit. Getting tired of school, needing something more challenging to do. I need 6 months of restaurant experience at least before entering the CIA. Speaking of which, how Drab manages to go there before I do surprises me. I hate him. Hopefully the shirt will make up for it, but from the preview that I got, that shirt looked like one of those shirts people get from friends/relatives and either hang it up in their closet, never to wear it again, or they wear it only to sleep at night.
It seems the boys are catching up to the girls. When it comes to sex.
Bluegrass festival- didn't catch much of it, even though Clare came over, stayed over to watch it.
Darjeeling Limited- excellent soundtrack, minus the doodoodoo song. The movie was great, too. This is saying a lot since I don't really like any of Wes Anderson's movies except for Rushmore. I tried watching Lust, Caution today. What the movie should be called instead is Asians, Caution because you need to be warned about NOT going to see the movie on the weekends for two reasons: the tickets are sold out, and every Asian and their tactless Asian mother are going to see that movie. I'm going during the weekday, when people will be working. Jesus.
For dinner, Leigh-ugh Clare and I went to Luna Park, an Italian/American cuisine establishment at the Mission. Moderate pricing, available seating (even though it was a tiny round table at the front while the rest of the seats in the house were booths), and 80s muzak. 2 appetizers: Goat cheese fondue with apple slices and toasted pieces of bread, and Gourmet corn dogs with fluffy batter and filled with sausage, accompanied by three versions of mustard (honey, dijon, regular). Apples and cheese- not so great a combination. The goat cheese was fine along with the corn dogs.
Main dish: Pork cutlet stuffed with mushrooms and Gruyeres cheese, breaded and fried and sitting atop a mound of mashed potatoes with string beans on the side, finished off with a cranberry sauce atop the pork itself. I would recommend this plate for those who can eat pork. They fried the pork exactly as I would want most fried foods- crispy and without an excess of grease on my plate. You get a variety of flavor profiles that you can mix or experience separately to your liking. The string beans were boiled but still crisp and splashed with a sour lemon sauce while the cranberries contributed the sweet but not too sugary flavor to the dish. Mashed potatoes- these could have been better with more texture, but I guess that depends on the person's individual preferences. Onion slices were mixed in with a hint of garlic, no pepper. B+ to A-.
Dessert- WORST WAY TO END MY NIGHT. oh my god! So to celebrate the life and times of beloved Ray/Re, we three decide to eat an entire cake. What we ended up purchasing was a chocolate bundt cake from Bi-Rite, which we took with us to Twin Peaks to eat in the frigidity. What we ended up purchasing was vomit in the shape of a wheel. AHHH! I compromised to eat something sweet for Re, but this was semi-sweet, dense, and lacking in flavor/moisture. It took me forever to finish my third. So we all know that chocolate contains flavonoids and endorphins, which are supposed to make us happy. After eating that cake, I believe I sank into a deep clinical depression. I knew I should have said something when we were picking the cake at the supermarket.
I'm considering going to Hong Kong next year, which may interfere with interviews if I applied to any professional/grad school.
Ideas considered: research with birds or marine organisms, particularly squid (I think either Euprymna scolopes, or Loligo pealei- 2 different kinds of squid); culinary certificate/degree.
10.04.2007
fabrique en chine
So there's this blonde girl, who's one of my partners in my devo group for a class project. It'll be fun.
I ordered a mattress, finally. I get too indecisive with furniture, especially when I move around every year now.
I'm studying for my neuro test, and I get this text from Clare. More drinking with Clare in the city- he better pay for the locksmith this time around.
I also get this call from Janey, babbling about something that I didn't quite catch because I was in the middle of watching Dancing with the Stars (started watching it, I obsess, yadda yadda), wiki-ing the stars on the show, and studying for my first neuro exam all while ordering stuff on ikea. My mom also called to tell me that my brother's credit card info got stolen and he lost some money in the bank.
I ordered a mattress, finally. I get too indecisive with furniture, especially when I move around every year now.
I'm studying for my neuro test, and I get this text from Clare. More drinking with Clare in the city- he better pay for the locksmith this time around.
I also get this call from Janey, babbling about something that I didn't quite catch because I was in the middle of watching Dancing with the Stars (started watching it, I obsess, yadda yadda), wiki-ing the stars on the show, and studying for my first neuro exam all while ordering stuff on ikea. My mom also called to tell me that my brother's credit card info got stolen and he lost some money in the bank.
10.03.2007
sensationalism
This weekend, besides uber-studying/not really, I have to clean the floors of this apartment and start buying furniture.
Now that guy is an internationally renowned neurosurgeon/pilot/gourmet chef with his own private jet that he recently sold since he's too old to fly, and commutes via train to UCSF.
I ran into the Russian lady today. She wants me to drop by her place anytime. These neighbors are so nice. Too nice. Why weren't my neighbors this nice in Texas?
My friend who is currently living and working in Salt Lake City invited me to stay at his place during winter break to go skiing since his 1-BR apartment, which is only costing him a cool grand over there, also happens to have an extra bedroom. It would be nice to see snow again, and to see one of the rare few high school friends that I managed to keep in touch with over the years. Oddly enough, I would often silence/ignore his calls whenever I was in Austin at the same time he was, because I didn't feel like hanging out. So I'm a bad friend. Whatev.
I still do that sometimes, if not by accident, to certain people who are also living in the Bay Area.
Now that guy is an internationally renowned neurosurgeon/pilot/gourmet chef with his own private jet that he recently sold since he's too old to fly, and commutes via train to UCSF.
I ran into the Russian lady today. She wants me to drop by her place anytime. These neighbors are so nice. Too nice. Why weren't my neighbors this nice in Texas?
My friend who is currently living and working in Salt Lake City invited me to stay at his place during winter break to go skiing since his 1-BR apartment, which is only costing him a cool grand over there, also happens to have an extra bedroom. It would be nice to see snow again, and to see one of the rare few high school friends that I managed to keep in touch with over the years. Oddly enough, I would often silence/ignore his calls whenever I was in Austin at the same time he was, because I didn't feel like hanging out. So I'm a bad friend. Whatev.
I still do that sometimes, if not by accident, to certain people who are also living in the Bay Area.
red tides
You spelled my name wrong, B－米!!! A-hole.
Sometimes? I don't think Drab has difficulty picking restaurants. I think he has difficulty picking restaurants with good food. ALL the time. And yes, I realized that I didn't want a restaurant with that type of setting, after having gone to Ten last night. Gone to ten, out by nine. OH ho ho ho.
Looking back on last night, Drab asked me to dinner, knowing fully well that he's sick/has the flu. How considerate.
Stop crushing, Janey. It's not healthy. I was listening to Maroon 5 today and wondered why I ever had a man-crush on Adam Levine. I have a different man-crush now. Same old girl-crush. Very odd.
1 pair of my glasses came in today. I don't think wayfarers are good for my face shape. One other problem: they have transparent lenses, so they're technically not wayfarers.
I haven't changed. I woke up at 4:52 PM today, having a class at 5:10. I bolted out of my apartment and ran 1-2 miles to school in about 15 minutes and made it in time for the quiz. 7/7 baby. My ass was still sweaty even after class ended an hour and fifteen minutes later. I also had a stomachache before leaving the apartment and after class ended. ugh.
This Schoolhouse program I have for the Mac is pretty useful. I would recommend to anybody who's taking classes for a grade. Sorted list of all my assignments, and I can input grades- raw scores or percentages- into it so that I can monitor my progress throughout the semester. You can adjust the weights of each assignment/quiz/exam also for each class.
I'm considering taking more Marine Bio classes. Maybe I like the subject. Maybe I just have a thing for Canadian teachers. It may seem that I might care more for the environment- it gives me another excuse to hate people.
Has it always been acceptable for Hispanics to use the N-word as well?
Sometimes? I don't think Drab has difficulty picking restaurants. I think he has difficulty picking restaurants with good food. ALL the time. And yes, I realized that I didn't want a restaurant with that type of setting, after having gone to Ten last night. Gone to ten, out by nine. OH ho ho ho.
Looking back on last night, Drab asked me to dinner, knowing fully well that he's sick/has the flu. How considerate.
Stop crushing, Janey. It's not healthy. I was listening to Maroon 5 today and wondered why I ever had a man-crush on Adam Levine. I have a different man-crush now. Same old girl-crush. Very odd.
1 pair of my glasses came in today. I don't think wayfarers are good for my face shape. One other problem: they have transparent lenses, so they're technically not wayfarers.
I haven't changed. I woke up at 4:52 PM today, having a class at 5:10. I bolted out of my apartment and ran 1-2 miles to school in about 15 minutes and made it in time for the quiz. 7/7 baby. My ass was still sweaty even after class ended an hour and fifteen minutes later. I also had a stomachache before leaving the apartment and after class ended. ugh.
This Schoolhouse program I have for the Mac is pretty useful. I would recommend to anybody who's taking classes for a grade. Sorted list of all my assignments, and I can input grades- raw scores or percentages- into it so that I can monitor my progress throughout the semester. You can adjust the weights of each assignment/quiz/exam also for each class.
I'm considering taking more Marine Bio classes. Maybe I like the subject. Maybe I just have a thing for Canadian teachers. It may seem that I might care more for the environment- it gives me another excuse to hate people.
Has it always been acceptable for Hispanics to use the N-word as well?
10.02.2007
NRG 927
Talked to Crassie and Joshhest. Janey called me randomly, somewhere between a rock and a blue lake. Even the people I don't keep in touch with are breaking up with their significant others.
What is it about Tuesdays that makes Drab think I want to go out to dinner on that night???
Ten. Tian. Heaven. Sky. Food tonight with Drab actually wasn't that bad. (I think it's because he didn't pick the place this time. HAHA!)
I met doe-eyed Dana and her roomie Gabe. She talks this time. Things may be getting interesting? Oh and this other fellow, I can't remember his name. I thought I would be shelling out cash since we were eating sushi, but their other friend was kind enough to pay for us.
That restaurant was similar to the one I had in my head, if I ever owned a place. Techno music, anime playing in the background, red and black color scheme. Things seem much cheesier in reality than in my head.
After Drab went off by himself to a cafe to talk to tall one, I was stuck with his friends. I thought it would be awkward, (it was, kind of), but we didn't walk far before they turned the corner to get to their car. Nice people? I'd have to talk to them one on one before I should make any judgments. Or should I just say off the top of my head what I really think of them now?
They offered a ride, but I declined and walked towards 19th with my iPod playing. Scissor sisters came up, so I started dancing down the street. Once I took the bus and got off at my street, there was an N'Sync song that played (Tearin' Up My Heart?) on my Ipod, and there was this girl that looked like my ex walking in front of me, so I was dancing behind her. Reaching out, gyrating, stepping. She didn't notice, I don't think. Then she turned the corner, and this old couple was walking in front of me. I kept dancing behind them for a block before I reached my place. Then I kept dancing in front of the full-length mirror until I got too sweaty.
I wouldn't mind having my living room as a dance floor.
What is it about Tuesdays that makes Drab think I want to go out to dinner on that night???
Ten. Tian. Heaven. Sky. Food tonight with Drab actually wasn't that bad. (I think it's because he didn't pick the place this time. HAHA!)
I met doe-eyed Dana and her roomie Gabe. She talks this time. Things may be getting interesting? Oh and this other fellow, I can't remember his name. I thought I would be shelling out cash since we were eating sushi, but their other friend was kind enough to pay for us.
That restaurant was similar to the one I had in my head, if I ever owned a place. Techno music, anime playing in the background, red and black color scheme. Things seem much cheesier in reality than in my head.
After Drab went off by himself to a cafe to talk to tall one, I was stuck with his friends. I thought it would be awkward, (it was, kind of), but we didn't walk far before they turned the corner to get to their car. Nice people? I'd have to talk to them one on one before I should make any judgments. Or should I just say off the top of my head what I really think of them now?
They offered a ride, but I declined and walked towards 19th with my iPod playing. Scissor sisters came up, so I started dancing down the street. Once I took the bus and got off at my street, there was an N'Sync song that played (Tearin' Up My Heart?) on my Ipod, and there was this girl that looked like my ex walking in front of me, so I was dancing behind her. Reaching out, gyrating, stepping. She didn't notice, I don't think. Then she turned the corner, and this old couple was walking in front of me. I kept dancing behind them for a block before I reached my place. Then I kept dancing in front of the full-length mirror until I got too sweaty.
I wouldn't mind having my living room as a dance floor.
10.01.2007
out anthems
My new food ventures take me elsewhere- the supermarket. I'm contemplating trying all the frozen foods. I've been away from those aisles for such a long time. I also can't keep any promises when it comes to food: eating better. All I'm doing is eating more healthy food to compensate for less junk food consumed.
These old memories keep popping up. I was thinking about KP the other day, when I used to have a crush on her fall semester. Oh, so embarrassing. I would wake up around 5/6 in the morning on some- a lot, actually- Tuesdays/Thursdays just to cook something for her. If I didn't have the ingredient, I would seriously make a trip to Kroger, buy it, and go back to the apartment and start cooking instead of studying for the in-class quizzes (which I always guessed on and usually got 2 or 3 out of 3, oddly enough). In the end, I smelled like Chinese food every morning in class since the oil splattered all over my body. I guess oil clings to your skin; sometimes I cooked shirtless or just with my tank top on. That's how I know. I'm having crushes on old crushes. How weird is that.
Another hilarious moment from the past: when Jalto recently broke up with Me-shell and started going on dates with some of my Asian girl friends. Car crash in slo-mo. Slow-motion for me. Should I have been more responsible and advised against those dates? Meh.
Fucking hipsters littering their empty Parliament cigarette boxes all over the city.
I can't believe Mah Jong tiles are that expensive online. I want to invite Clare and his friends over to play MJ since they've been meaning to get better/faster at it. So if there were money on the line, I could also milk them for all they've got. Heh heh heh. I think Drab wanted to learn how to play as well. He also likes texting me dirty sex terms.
Cleaning the apartment tomorrow. Then I can finally start ordering furniture? And I've been here how long?! And who in their right mind cuts a rug so that it would fit into a certain room? Wouldn't it have been more logical to buy a smaller rug? Sheesh.
Some asshole made 3 more points than me on the neuro problem set due last Friday. They weren't even calculation mistakes- it was experimental design and literature research. Apparently I need to write a treatise on action potentials because half a page isn't enough. Psh.
These old memories keep popping up. I was thinking about KP the other day, when I used to have a crush on her fall semester. Oh, so embarrassing. I would wake up around 5/6 in the morning on some- a lot, actually- Tuesdays/Thursdays just to cook something for her. If I didn't have the ingredient, I would seriously make a trip to Kroger, buy it, and go back to the apartment and start cooking instead of studying for the in-class quizzes (which I always guessed on and usually got 2 or 3 out of 3, oddly enough). In the end, I smelled like Chinese food every morning in class since the oil splattered all over my body. I guess oil clings to your skin; sometimes I cooked shirtless or just with my tank top on. That's how I know. I'm having crushes on old crushes. How weird is that.
Another hilarious moment from the past: when Jalto recently broke up with Me-shell and started going on dates with some of my Asian girl friends. Car crash in slo-mo. Slow-motion for me. Should I have been more responsible and advised against those dates? Meh.
Fucking hipsters littering their empty Parliament cigarette boxes all over the city.
I can't believe Mah Jong tiles are that expensive online. I want to invite Clare and his friends over to play MJ since they've been meaning to get better/faster at it. So if there were money on the line, I could also milk them for all they've got. Heh heh heh. I think Drab wanted to learn how to play as well. He also likes texting me dirty sex terms.
Cleaning the apartment tomorrow. Then I can finally start ordering furniture? And I've been here how long?! And who in their right mind cuts a rug so that it would fit into a certain room? Wouldn't it have been more logical to buy a smaller rug? Sheesh.
Some asshole made 3 more points than me on the neuro problem set due last Friday. They weren't even calculation mistakes- it was experimental design and literature research. Apparently I need to write a treatise on action potentials because half a page isn't enough. Psh.
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