rendition

one of the possible positions/contortions from Monday.



So it's not a manga yet. I'm just following the beginner's guide, which is telling me to sketch with the pen feature.

showboating

So if I wore a shirt one day under a zipped up hoodie, and nobody saw it, would it be considered reworn if I wear it again the next day?

Even when I don't hang out with Drab, he still manages to have the same interests as me. Ugh. Hmm, maybe I can just steal old magazine issues from him rather than pay all that money. Mua ha ha.

I almost got hit by a car again coming back from dinner with the group tonight. Only this time, the car jutted forward a little. The guy next to me got mad and started banging the front of the car with his umbrella. There was also a drunk guy swaggering about at the West Portal stop.

Dinner: King of Thai noodle. WHO picked the place??? Hopefully it wasn't Drab again this time. Someone else needs to take responsibility for poor decision-making.

Clare's friends: met Carl Jung before. The other two girls- I suppose I could see why Drab's friends at that party would hit on them. One of them was being overly friendly with me outside the restaurant. I approve of the ladies. At some point, I couldn't understand Carl and thought he asked me, "Got a dog?" in a casual manner similar to asking one, "Got a light?" The situation probably would have been more hilarious if I did pull out a dog to hand over to him. So Asian, that Carl Jung.

Rice people: it was nice seeing Leigh-ugh again. Although I may portray her as more of a specimen now that I'm taking a parasitology class. The professor mentioned how it was more than likely for people traveling to foreign countries to contract a parasite, and I remembered Leigh-ugh's trip to Panama. His research also deals with the relation between deforestation and increasing prevalance of parasites in their respective hosts. I wonder if there's a tree-cutting problem in Panama right now? Also glad to know that she's doing better over on the East Bay. Drab- I had hoped he would have cut his hair by the time I got back. I noticed a different pair of sneakers in a color that isn't blue or grey, colors that Drab typically picks, colors that are usually considered conservative. I guess I could approve of this new change, although I didn't get a closer look at the footwear. Also, either he's gotten fat or the way he sits in a chair tends to push against his belly, leading it to accumulate atop his belt and protrude from the core. Clare- typically hipster. That alone pisses me off. Finit.

Question: Would you like regular posts, or would you rather have me draft up a weekly post in illustrative/manga attire? Although, manga artists can produce around 20 pages within a week. Maybe I could do a couple pages per week plus commentary?

sing for your supper

Would it be nerdy to buy a problem-solving book in clinical cases by the New England Journal of Medicine?

dinner w/ clare and leigh-ugh? i can't wait to see what unravels.

dot product

I got hit by the old lady because APPARENTLY orange isn't a bright enough color for hags to see while driving. What's the point of wearing a jacket that SCREAMS caution when people would rather step on the pedal?! UGH.

Terrible day. Besides the headache, the appearance of soiling my pants, and seeing ANOTHER person from this summer recognize me along the streets, I don't know what else could make it worse. No wait, Rufus Wainwright for H&M. Icing on the cake.

With one hand full- I continued reading Wicked again- I placed my water bottle between my legs so that I could twist open the cap with my other hand. Once opened, the water somehow leaped from the bottle and onto the seat, slowly soaking past my crotch to my ass region. It looked like I soiled myself.

I walked past this biker wearing those unbearable bike shorts tighter than the jeans on a hipster, and he suddenly braked really hard. I thought I had knocked something off his bike, so I turned around to see what the matter was. Through the wind I managed to be able to hear "Jason??" as if the person knew me. The person knew me! It was this philosophy-turned-premed who was trying to go for the M.D./Ph.D., only he had no clue about what it takes to get into that program.

I did talk to this cute-in-a-tiny way cashier. She noticed Texas on my driver's license and proceeded to ask me about it, so I was there at the counter talking to her about the differences between here and SF. Sigh. I should have approached it with my southern hospitality angle. That would have made for another entertaining story.

New anime obsession: Gintama. SO funny.

Sex in the future will be about sleeping not with men or women, but with individuals. Who are your individual(s)?

crash into me

Why does everybody ask me out to dinner on my blog? I suppose it's the easiest way to reach me.

Kimberley Clarke toilet paper: Feeling cheap today, I decided to use one of the bathrooms on campus. That, and I had to go really bad. Once again, I hear another guy come into the bathroom and walk out WITHOUT washing his hands. I don't know what pissed me off more, that or finding out that my pathophysiology class is just another neuro class in disguise.

Hella: While conversing with myself inside my head a few weeks ago, my inner voice used the word hella. I hate San Franciscans. I heard someone else use that word again today.

Pathophysiology: I had thought taking a class like this would be fun, considering it's not offered at Rice. I head to the bookstore to find out what book we have to purchase, and guess what the title is? Clinical Neuropharmacology. UGH Why can't I escape neuro?! This just reminds me of how much I hate Drab and his neuro-toxicity contaminating my life.

Microbiology: What I had thought would be an exciting and interesting microbiology class soon turned out to be an intro lecture to chemistry. Atoms, ions, and bonds. I sat in the wrong class. I couldn't have gotten up, being seated in a corner surrounded by annoying students. That would have caused an unnecessary ruckus.

Old ladies in automobiles: I have plenty of ideas of how to start this one, so I'm just going to put it all down.
-I had hypothetically wondered a while ago what it would feel like to be hit by a car. I didn't realize that I would ACTUALLY be hit by one today!
-I decided to wear my bright orange safety snow jacket today because it was cold this morning, but EVEN THAT couldn't warn this old lady from hitting me as I crossed the sidewalk!
-What can top off being scarred by a giant penis and losing my apartment keys? Getting hit by a car driven by an old hag while crossing- correction, TRYING to cross- an intersection!

UGH!@#$!

cherry boy

Trying to remove as much fat intake from one's diet is tough when one realizes that almost everything he indulges in is high in fat.

Aiming for classes that last only until 1 in the afternoon. Then I'd have free afternoons/night all week-long.

Subscribing to all those magazines would be a waste of money. It's probably better/cheaper just to read the free articles online along with newspapers.

Flipping through my course planner, I realize that I copied down the wrong room number for TWO of my classes today. I thought one of the classes I wanted to take was actually full. Turns out that I wasn't supposed to be in that classroom! UGH! What a hella-ish day.

jitney

So I skipped the first day of class. Instead, I've finally come up with new resolutions for the year.

Per diem:
drink a glass of milk and orange juice
eat yogurt with granola
" cottage cheese
" a fruit and vegetable
exercise
wear clothes. around the house
sleep at least 8 hours

Randomly:
try out different kinds of coffee
eat various cheeses (this may require wine drinking as well. that can wait.)
subscribe to magazines (economist, time, men's health, gourmet or bon appetit, gq, scientific american, sciam mind)

free education

My tales of being penis-kissed run as far as the east coast. My, how information spreads. And here I thought Heath Ledgers' death was well-known.

Someone is playing/listening to Christmas music either in the apartment next to mine or above it. These walls are paper-thin. Like I said, NO privacy.

Why drink alcohol if not to forget my sorrows of the day? Perhaps I abstained from alcohol to clear it out of my system. And now that my mind is cleared, I am READY to muddy it up again.

I found a blueberry pomegranate juice today that has NO high fructose corn syrup! Do you know how rare it is to find no corn in any of your foods today?!

I need something productive to do. All I did today was shop for food, eat some food, and plan to buy more food tomorrow. Seems like my Tuesdays and Thursdays will be free this semester as well.

Now that I am back with my manga soft/hardware, I can resume my preliminary drawings once more. Stay tuned.

pollyanna

I recycled for the first time today! It felt nice.

Why does everyone have to like the one frozen pizza that I like to indulge in?

New obsession for the month: different varieties of cheese with tuna/salmon and crackers. There was this one cheese at the 4N floor party that was white, very smooth, creamy. I'm thinking that it's goat cheese, because I remember Lizbean telling me that Aaron liked it a lot.

There is no privacy in a Chinese family. I feel like I've lost my privacy since coming back. One lady has the keys to all the rooms in the apartment complex. The Jewish man and Russian lady still have a copy of my key. The landladies occasionally drop in from time to time.

Basically I was caught with my clothes off again. Not totally. I was wearing a black tank and short shorts, which is basically naked to me.

philip roth

Coming across this name in an episode of Ugly Betty, along with American Pastoral. Somehow that strikes a bell in my head. Who would I possibly know that's read that book and blabbed about it to me recently?

How my mind works, I have no clue. Maybe this might help: my internet road map.

1.) BBA America website, learning about different ballroom dances
2.) Wiki MLK Jr.
3.) Wiki the supposed assassin, James Earl Ray
4.) Wiki Presidential assassinations
5.) Wiki Lee Harvey Oswald
6.) Wiki Jack Ruby
7.) Wiki Jeopardy
8.) Wiki Ken Jennings, longest winning streak on Jeopardy
9.) News on the growing interest of the world on our Presidential primaries
10.) Banking frauds, which I incidentally wrote a paper about in my Econ class

social pariah

would it be wrong to consider a tailcoat as a necessity?

since I can't get into medical microbio, I'm instead considering linear algebra, ballroom dance, or some english class about "the short story."

One great thing about SF: my PG&E bills are always around $10/month.

what are your thoughts on bio research involving plants? fun, yes/no?

Fine. I'll accept your dinner proposal, drab, but my window is very narrow. Like Hank Hill's urethra. Since I don't have any homework or classes yet, I suppose I have no reasonable excuse not to go out of my way to interact with a fraction of society.

The problem with a rainy day and a fat hipster smoker is that if he's in the front of this herd of people, his smoke blows past everyone and ultimately reaches your nose, to much discontent.

moral majority

sampled two classes today: medical microbio, which deals with clinical cases and disgusting images (much to my liking), and AIDS, a public health-related class mistakenly listed under the biology department. Too bad I can't take med microbio since i haven't taken the general microbio class. I may not want to take the AIDS class, even though it's interesting, because it's an afternoon class. Having to get out of my apartment on Tuesdays and Thursdays just to go to one class in the afternoon isn't worth, especially when it's raining and/or cold (both of which applied to today).

This calls for shoes that aren't made of suede, as I found my socks becomingly increasingly moist as I walked home. I also keep noticing the Adidas Samba sneakers, which always remind me of either B-米 or Isle, which reminds me not to get that pair.

Annoyances of the day: some fat guy to the right of me in my AIDS class. I must warn all of you to NEVER sit next to fat people in class- they just can't seem to breathe without making the faintest, agitating wheeze come right out of their noses.

If only Kucinich had kept campaigning. Light musings.

Economists and terrorists will one day rule the world. That's my prediction. What do people need to understand economics? A few principles, one equation accounting for the only things that vary in economics, and wit. If only there were perfect information on both sides.

haruka ayase

psh DUH, that line's supposed to be cheesy. it's from an asian song. all asian songs are cheesy. this coming from the girl who creams all over her relationship with dan.

asking me out to dinner. on my blog? how 21st century of you, drab. you wouldn't be asking unless you knew what the response could be, no?

dinner with leigh-ugh, drab, and clare. that certainly spells trouble. initial thoughts: who's actually going to pick the place, am i going to be conned into going to a party or drinking afterwards, and what disasters should i be expecting at this meeting?

13 classes to choose from. blah. only 2 to go to tomorrow, 7 mwf, and a couple seminars spread out over monday or wednesday. what a pain.

i somehow ended up with a movies application on facebook. i made the mistake of taking the never-ending quiz. seeing my rank rise, i kept answering more and more questions. 3 hours later, i realize it's 3 AM. still losing sleep over trivial matters. that's me.

johnnycake

a mix between a pancake and cornbread. who wouldn't like it?

would it be fun working for a biotech company?

就算全世界离开你，还有一个我来陪。

back in the city. oh the problems. where do i begin?

kylie kwong

i don't know what to hate more: packing or unpacking. always a bitch to do either. you could forget to bring something with you, forget to take something back. then for those that fly outside of SF in, say, Oakland, they have to lug their huge ass suitcase from the airport to the shuttle, from the shuttle to the station, from the train to the other train, and then from their stop up the stairs to their respective floor.

yes, i'm sure me stomping all over someone's face would be equally as charming as if a bird had done it for me instead.

yes, it's from the episode with the yoga instructor.

i'm not watching anything with ueto aya in it. her name caught my eye as i was shamelessly glossing over my azn entertainment news.

i've accomplished nothing extraordinary with my time here, yet that doesn't really concern me. what i am concerned about are those bitches slacking off on the east coast. i think i need to go over there, if only to kick their asses into shape and offer my honest abrasive opinions.

fine-tuning my widget so that i may preview what it's like in SF right now, i find myself disgusted that it's going to be raining and in the 50s all week long. maybe i'll go shopping wednesday for new clothes. and a suitable umbrella.

ueto aya

My brother's beginning to develop crow's feet around his eyes. Hopefully that doesn't happen to me. Come to think of it, I think crows have also begun nesting around Drab's pools of blue. I blame it on the smoking.

The only thing hotter than sex is not having sex.

Is it possible to overuse the body after 8 hours of physical activity? I feel like laying in bed all day. Every time I twitch a muscle I feel sore.

I was asking my cousins what kind of food they like to eat. What were they? Fried foods and sweets. They were definitely born in America. My cousin, in another conversation at the supermarket, was describing foods that she liked to eat: hash browns, sausage, pancakes. She might as well eat at McDonald's for the rest of her life.

I told her to get me a coffee from there when she comes over to visit this Monday.

What can one make at home that's fried and/or sweet that kids will like to eat?

big bear

I never knew the pain of having a bony ass. Until today when I went snowboarding. Ohhh. I wish I had more cushion. You know, for the cushion. Both of my cheeks are bruised. They're as swollen as getting wisdom teeth removed, only whatever the ass equivalent of that is.

As I traveled through the mountains on the way to big bear, I was reminded about Ray and her death, things that are greater than us and beyond our control.

My brother was flipping through his terrible song collection, and he was trying to get me to guess the singer and title of each song. Since I'm a fan of trivia games, I decided to play along and we happened to run across "Nothing's gonna stop us now." I guessed Jefferson Airplane, and that it was also played in the movie, Mannequin, and his girlfriend just kept getting more and more excited. "yes! YES!" Exact words. So I may approve of her relationship with my brother, if only for an obscure, good movie that hardly anyone recognizes these days. Well, good in the fact that it was a childhood film, and who doesn't remember the movies that influenced them as a kid? What was YOUR kid flick?

Also coming soon: illustrated events of having my ass handed to me in snowboarding.

Also watched Juno on dvd. Not bad. It felt like an attempt at a sun dance version of Knocked Up though (not that I have seen Knocked Up), and I had no idea that girl played kitty pryde in x-men 3.

fooderati

another website reports that only 20% of the world does not eat insects. so when you see a fly in your soup, or a cockroach in your salad, don't complain. just dig right in and enjoy that added crunch to your munch!

ohhhhh no, i'm not dragging you back into asian dramas, B-米. those asians are a bad influence on you. don't listen to any of them. (tokyo juliet, contract lover, and the hospital.)

i've been to 2 japanese stores since i've been here. what is it about the japanese and having all their products placed in cute packaging? although it does tempt me to buy it even more. i even get mistaken for being japanese. i almost bumped into this lady running the vhs section, and she responds, "konichiwa."

ASSHOLE, hesse, i'm NOT back in SF yet! we'll hang out when you stop hanging out married couples. those things disgust me.

what to do with cousins on their day off? california adventure, six flags, disneyland, legoland, universal studios... any suggestions?

fire crotch

Some recent article in Forbes discussed top growing trends "sweeping the globe." I have shamelessly been tagged with 3 on the list: learning to draw anime, making banh mi, and grooving to kpop. Oy, woes.

you HEAR it's nice? has somebody been pounding away at your otic orifice? that's dirty. sex is dirty. how can anyone sleep in their bed after having two bodies sweat so much in it? that's disgusting. you know what else is dirty? my grandmother picking her nose on the couch and not wiping her hands afterwards.

you know what? i've only had either shirtless or naked guys in my bed throughout college. oh wait, there was one shirtless girl: Klean. oh, and krazy katie. come to think of it, there was me sleeping in other girl's beds.

wait, i'm also part of another trend: scrabulous.

i plead guilty to falling back into asian romantic comedies/dramas.

888 dim sum restaurant today: horrendous service, poor quality tea leaves, and mediocre food. D+.

fidelity

i wouldn't mind rewriting the code to my website so that every time people came, they would enter with flashing lights and a techno beat. hmm, i may as well move my site right into a gay club- that would probably be easier but less PG.

that asshole clare. more text messages from people, always about sex. jesus!

dim sum today. soooooo i forgot to bring my passport with me, so it turns out i MAY not be able to obtain a CA driver's license. i brought my social security card instead. whoops.

the problem with going to bookstores is that you'll always be looking at something you can't buy. the problem with relationships is that people get married to try and solve the onset of boredom. how people solve the oncoming boredom during marriage? having a baby.

apologize

Back in SF for a few more months. No wait, I'll be there until September. Better fill my time with something productive. Like getting out of my apartment more often and enjoying (?) the city for the full year.

Even though I toyed with the idea of research, and a couple of people did tell me that they saw me doing neuro research, I don't think it's for me. I need something less stable and more chaotic.

I'm not going to blog any more pictures of my adventures in D.C. Except for maybe this one:



I've never come across a sign along the street such as this one, but I do like where it's headed.



I was trying to take pictures of our nation's penis envy, but the sun kept casting shadows all over everything.



I forget. A curry puff on the right, and some kind of spring roll on the left?

carabiner

was anyone ever taught the interview dress code? as in what colors to wear in your first, then second interviews along with what shoes to wear, the type of soles, etc.? i never learned any of that until meeting Tony that other day.

my recent internet surfing took me on a trip about tiramisu, one of the FEW rare desserts that i can tolerate because of its delicate yet extreme/intense taste. i suppose that would make sense since nothing in my life is in moderation. either at one extreme or the other, as yeshua once told me. oh well. so i was basically flipping through pictures of tiramisus some people made at home and others that appear as if made by well-versed chefs.

the only place my pen will be going any time soon is in writing. i've taken up a pen pal! it's an odd dynamic, getting tiring already since one can only have so many ideas before exhausting the possibility of having something to say. which confuses me since i would expect people to break up after that point- i would anyway because of boredom and lack of interest.

janey and nants always say the nicest things about me- a heart of ice. i'm touched, but in a manner that is acceptable and less inappropriate than drab's emails.

my grandfather's nose was running at the table, except he wasn't doing anything about it. my gramms had to finally shout at him- losing his hearing and all- to wipe his nose.

i have yet to hang out with poorneel. maybe this weekend?

my dung

That last picture of the squirrel was terribly fuzzy. Here's a better view of the rodent. and my crotch.



Nuts! I petted one of the squirrels as it was eating. Not sure if I caught any disease from it yet.

monocle

Some structure you see to the left of you as you pass the gates of the Smithsonian, and the people that got in the way of my picture.



One of the posts said something or another about the garden, how it's tended well or something important, dedicated to the founder of the Smithsonian, maybe.



The springtime of youth.

insatiable

as i eagerly watch my random downloaded anime on my laptop, i notice this screen name pop up on my adium. it's drab's, which rarely shows up, as often as i turn up at the ballot boxes to vote in presidential elections. somehow, i don't want to ask the reason for his online existence, for i think i might know the answer but fear that it's the right one. so i go back to my food, as will you.

those answers MAY be correct, janey. i can't remember.



A frankfurter from another stand outside the smithsonian. It was disappointing to find out AFTER my aunt ordered it that a frankfurter is just a hot dog.



I think it's the Smithsonian this time.



African Art Museum? Took this picture because it reminded me of Lizbean and some other people who took that African Art History class. Let's see, who else was there. Ah yes, Leigh-Ugh!

winkie

This building = ? Help? Anybody?



My aunt was telling me that pictures look better with people in it. I call it her cry for attention. So here it is, some building with my aunt in the bottom left corner.



Identify this picture, and win some recognition on my burougu.



Building next to the previous one? Oh wait, this one COULD be the Smithsonian.

pretzel wagon

Pretzel Wagon! or, Hot Dog Stand!



Some building next to the stand. As you can see, not much to do in D.C. besides work your ass off in some boring office building or lobbying somewhere else. So let's go back to what the pretzel wagon has to offer!



Bratwurst!

vgr 100

haha i was kidding. it wasn't offensive at all.

today: my cousin has to suit up for business interviews, so we went to irvine where our uncle bought him a suit at this italian store.

the store owner: interesting. his abrasive language towards my uncle, which i'm fine with, combined with his sense of style for high fashion business, made for a hilarious time. that, along with the liquor behind the counter and offerings of little blue pills.

i never really understood what people meant about the little blue pill until i saw it in person. $50 a pop. that's the price tag for one session.

lollicup

uh, NO. I no like-a the drunk dial!

Why am I always on the receiving end of drunk calls? You know what's worse than getting a drunk dial at midnight from someone on the east coast? A drunk dial consisting of conversations with TWO drunk people on the east coast! Dwarfy and Nilk, what the hell?! Pasta at 3:30 in the morning?! Even though I approve of the food, calling me at such ungodly hours is unacceptable. Still, I managed to catch up- kind of- on their lives over on the east coast. More secrets spilling into my unfortunate ear from drunk people. The usual. Nilk better not be having inappropriate encounters with Korean women- we all know how THOSE usually turn out.

My mom thinks she's SO funny. She just ims me, even when nothing's wrong, asking me whether I've seen the doctor or not yet about my face. Crush her.

Nants: still in love, still grossing me out with that nonsense.

There is only one true love in this world, and it's that for food.

Haha, my baby cousins want me to move down to LA so that they can spend more time with me. SO CUTE. unlike those other brats on my grandmother's side of the family. They are just plain ugly. And what was even uglier? This Mandarin chick at the Lollicup I went to tonight with my cousin. I was asking about the ingredients that I could put in the shaved ice, except every time I looked up, I would lose my appetite from the appearance of this one Asian girl. Unibrow, slackjawed, blank stare in her eyes. It was horrendous. That, and she had no idea what any of the jellies/ingredients were. I give that Lollicup a D+, even though there was nothing positive about that experience. I'm going to draw that lady's face when I get back to SF. Hopefully. You'll have to remind me if you want a graphic representation of my experience.

Random encounters: Clare's rice website. Some designs were tasteful, others outdated, and a few I saw as imitations of other works.

Oh yes, and me trying to respond to comments:

Jalto- you did NOT just comment with "brog" in your comment. That's ALMOST as offensive as this Japanese woman at Orochon Ramen in Little Tokyo. I was shocked to actually find someone who incorrectly R-ticulates their L's. Overheard snippets at Orochon:
"Just a moment, PREASE." "PREASE sit down."
I couldn't help but laugh at fobs. It's a sad reality.

okra

I had a recent obsession with old white men and their graying hair.



I think this was either the pentagon, or the bus station. I can't remember. Regardless, they both have one thing in common: neither are interesting. The pentagon only serves a small use in trivia games. It's the largest office building in the U.S., even more than the Empire State Building. Or was it the other way around?



If you look closely, there's this black man in uniform on the left, who started waving and screaming at me, "No pictures!" even when I was just holding it in my hand while it was turned off.

东江小馆

Another restaurant review!



The workers at this place make noodles. In your face!



These were supposed to be the specials at this restaurant. I think the left is pork/chive dumplings and xiaolongbao on the right. They were especially awful.



My reaction to the food: miffed, less than pleased. This restaurant = C. The pork and chives were dry, surprising since dumplings are boiled in WATER, and there was no soup in the xiaolongbao. They were even drier than the dumplings, more of a shock since soup is cooked inside with the meat. The watercress I had later was too oily and overpriced.



Watercress fried in oil and garlic. It was more like it was bathed in a pool of oil.

I wasn't full, so I decided to order one more dish: 牛腩馄饨河粉。



The shrimp was undercooked in the wontons, in addition to there being too much cornstarch. When told this, the waitress there said that the wontons were precooked already, and they just heated it up before serving. What was offensive was that they were still undercooked AND that they weren't served fresh, but people wouldn't know this unless they spoke Chinese there. The 4 guys sitting at the table next to me thought the food was good. I thought they couldn't tell the difference between their mouth and ass.



My fortune at the end of dinner- something about physicians. Another sign I should go to med school? Blah.

emeril

i can't update more. not when i'm having so much fun with my cousins! I barely have enough to check my emails. we're either snowboarding this friday, or next. I think we're going to disneyland sometime soon, too. Besides, I'm still trying to learn ballroom and my manga illustrator while tackling what to do about next semester, where to go, etc.

Tonight's dinner- twice baked potatoes, stuffed mushrooms, homemade chili, and 8-layer taco dip. oh yeah, and no-fry chicken nuggets with a honey-mustard-bbq sauce. it all got cold before everyone started eating. people are so slow sometimes.

And the cake that I actually enjoy eating is here! Kee Wah Bakery. They also had a tiramisu cake, but it wasn't enough for 16 people. I think there's going to be a large family dinner Saturday as well. MMMM FOOD.

What I've been watching on TV with my cousins' satellite: Food Network and G4/Tech TV.

Kaiser recommends that I go to culinary school before med so that my med school experience is more enjoyable. A tastier venture.

Coming soon: my review of a ramen restaurant in Little Tokyo. I think the name was Orochon Ramen? Order Special 2, eat it in 30 minutes, and your name/picture is glorified upon 1 of 2 shrines of those who have managed to accomplish this feat. I still have a sore throat, so food challenges are out of the question for now, as anything that enters the back of my mouth instantly irritates the sore.

I'm reconsidering going to Beer Bike. My spring break is the week right after- I may just go then to spend a longer time there than having to fly in and out for a 2-day weekend. I tire- trying to go to bed by midnight tonight.

paula dean

HEY Y'ALL! Know what would go well with ______? A stick of butter!

I was trying to figure out what he ate for dinner that night.

Barack wins. Then Hillary. If only I were more interested in the primaries. Since it is a big deal and all- the presidential election.

What I've been thinking about instead- why did they decide to squeeze 4 letters onto the 7 and 9 on the number pad while leaving 3 letters on the others, with the exception of 1 and 0?

My aunt's leaving me to plan a going away dinner. for HER. Relatives coming over, even my brother.

citadel

my comic strips of every day: the life of britney spears. now there's one crazy girl.

oops i forgot to post more picters for my few readers.

has school started for rice already? i woke up today to find it QUITE peaceful, because my uncle who shouts at his normal tone left for work, and my cousin started school today.



My aunt thought that there would be fresh fruit to purchase at this "market."



Some drunk black man crossed the street, while the light was still red, with a brown paper bag and a bottle in hand. In the middle of the street he paused, bent over, and threw up. A few seconds later he paused, bent over, and threw up again. I took pictures to analyze later since my aunt and I were headed to dinner. I think it's Asian food, seeing as how we were in Chinatown.

twinsen's odyssey

some of my favorite games back in the late '90s: Twinsen's Odyssey and Theme Hospital, both of which I started playing or will play soon. Progess? I made the world stop raining, and aliens landed onto my hometown. gEEK.

One observation from tonight's dinner- how I acquired my ability to eat. At an Asian table there are two, and ONLY TWO options: either you're not full, or you don't like what's being served at the table. Seriously. If you don't extend your chopsticks toward a certain plate, expect the automatic question, "Do you not like ____?" Or, when you're not eating much at the table: "Did you not like tonight's meal?" That, and everyone keeps dumping more food onto your plate that you can NEVER empty your plate ever again.

betty everett

European-style architecture? In any case, I like it. Maybe I should travel to Europe for the real deal.



A pig and a cow?



First night at Singapore Bistro: happy hour sushi. B+. The fish was fresh.

mamma mia

there's this movie that's narrated through abba songs. i don't know if i should watch it just because i like the music. tired of writing, here's some picters.





my attempt at liking sweets: Krispy Kreme's regular, chocolate glaze, and pumpkin pie.



my reaction.

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I suppose B-mi was right about pictures sprucing up my blog. It also goes to show how we move from picture books to lengthy text-only books back to picture books again. Are our brains devolving, or are we just becoming lazy?



Julie's Emapanadas: "Hot N' Ready to Go!" is her slogan "Hot N' Ready to go to the toilet to throw up" is my more appropriate slogan for her hot cakes. C+. Janey later explained to me that this was a "drunk foods" place. I guess I understand now- you eat these when you're drunk so that you can't tell whether it's the food that's making you throw up, or the alcohol.



DuPont Circle? My next destination where I stopped to see if I could acquire a taste for sweets. I thought it would be a much easier challenge than acquiring a taste for alcohol. Up Next: Krispy Kreme super love explosion?

How long did it take me to write a simple email? The thinking, planning, composing, witty reparte, comic one liners- it all took from morning until a few hours ago. Just for one girl. Ugh. I gross myself out at times.

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I really should research about this election business, to be more mindful of what's going on in America. Plus, I'm registering to vote in California, so I suppose my vote counts?

Nope, don't lie.



downtown D.C.?



friends I made in D.C. I think they were actually just using me for my food.

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You know where I WOULD have liked to have gone in, B-米？ The Smithsonian, but my Aunt isn't into that type of sightseeing, so I had to pass on it. Ugh.



I considered entering this establishment, to verify the authenticity of Texas BBQ on the east coast, as well as the choppy translation of the name.



I ended up eating at Potbelly sandwich, having had a memory lapse that I had already eaten at this place in Houston with Poorneel. Not so impressed. "A Wreck" sandwich, a tuna salad sandwich, a garden vegetable soup, and iced tea for a drink. $15, just about. B-. It lacked depth.

In the shower tonight, I was thinking of blogging (typical), and I remembered but had just forgotten to wish my Lizbean a nice birthday. Last year. Approximately 6 days ago.

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i heart my cousins. we played with nerf guns, played on the wii, played maple story, had burgers and dogs, played are you smarter than a 5th grader on the ds, and played head of the class (a board game). all day today. joy.

i still find myself going gaga if i get a response from particular women. i'm not a fool. only fools fall in love.

more pictures of my journeys in d.c.



This place looked important, so I took a picture of it. Can you guess what it is?



Here's another snapshot. Getting warmer?



How about now? I hadn't eaten lunch at that time, which was around 3/4PM, so go in for free, or satiate my inner desires? It's a given, no?

supershuttle

Hesse- I don't miss you. Go away.

3 text messages from Rox, Nilk, and Drab about some Happy New Year. Whatever.

Since I have to wait at my cousins' place until their dad comes back so that we can go to our other aunt's place for lunch, I will post! PICTERS!



We stayed at the Quincy in downtown. My bed is on the left.



The gate to Chinatown. Don't walk too far- about 10 steps- or you'll find yourself out of Chinatown again.