Jeez it's been a long week- I wouldn't even consider it a break.
Bolivians, Saabs, y'all, Chinese food, cousins, Crack, ladies of the night, karaoke, awkward tension, Kaiser, pigeon death.
"100 dollars an hour? Pretty stiff."
"Well, no, but it's got potential."
Hookers are hilarious.
How I end up with Drab's jacket, I have no idea. Maybe I'll just keep it.
3.31.2008
3.24.2008
dreaming of revenge
Kaki King has a new album coming out/came out. Saw a picture of her. Quirky. Why did I know that name as I read it in Entertainment Weekly? Why was I reading Entertainment Weekly? I open iTunes and search for Kaki, and my eyes glaze across the screen to see the album: Love Songs for Siu. Jesus. I wonder WHO gave me THAT album.
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I was going through my brother's closet the other day and come across this folder with giant letters across the front: J SUI. It was a graduation gift from his friends with pictures, construction paper, stuff of memories. When your friends can't even spell your last name, which consists of only three letters, after 4 years, you have to wonder how good of friends they actually were.
Besides poking fun at my brother's friends, I also came across several articles of clothing that fit me. Odd, since I also found 36 size jeans in the closet. It's like a thrift store, only better because I don't have to pay for any of it. MMM!
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My mother made some off-color comments about which girls of certain color were okay to date: the back of my hand almost connected with her face at 60 mph.
"Appreciate it" counter: +1.
I thought my cousins were making dinner for me tonight, which was impressive. Then I found out that they were serving leftovers and Long John Silver's takeout. My hand's been itching all day.
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I was going through my brother's closet the other day and come across this folder with giant letters across the front: J SUI. It was a graduation gift from his friends with pictures, construction paper, stuff of memories. When your friends can't even spell your last name, which consists of only three letters, after 4 years, you have to wonder how good of friends they actually were.
Besides poking fun at my brother's friends, I also came across several articles of clothing that fit me. Odd, since I also found 36 size jeans in the closet. It's like a thrift store, only better because I don't have to pay for any of it. MMM!
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My mother made some off-color comments about which girls of certain color were okay to date: the back of my hand almost connected with her face at 60 mph.
"Appreciate it" counter: +1.
I thought my cousins were making dinner for me tonight, which was impressive. Then I found out that they were serving leftovers and Long John Silver's takeout. My hand's been itching all day.
3.23.2008
bolivia
I suppose I should update.
What's the first thing I do after coming home to Texas?
Start a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle of olde San Francisco. Guh.
What's the first thing I do after coming home to Texas?
Start a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle of olde San Francisco. Guh.
3.22.2008
public transit
FUCK YOU BART!
UGH!!! I have a 7:00AM flight! I didn't know that BART didn't take people to oakland until 6AM. It's a good thing I planned this thing ahead of time. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! And I've only slept for one hour- that was LAST NIGHT!
Good night.
UGH!!! I have a 7:00AM flight! I didn't know that BART didn't take people to oakland until 6AM. It's a good thing I planned this thing ahead of time. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! And I've only slept for one hour- that was LAST NIGHT!
Good night.
3.20.2008
king of cups
I had to purchase a few things for my father's operation coming up soon, and one of the things I had to look for was laxatives. They must be the rage right now or something- Walmart had them stockpiled on those center islands that stand out from the usual racks in between aisles. It was hilarious seeing my dad cringe as I had to explain to him what to take the day before his surgery (4 pills of Dulcolax around 2PM, 238 grams Miralax mixed with 64 oz. Gatorade- one glass every 10-15 minutes starting at 5PM), and he asked me for clarification if those pills and powder were going to make him shit like crazy. YEE-ES!
I've heard the expression "Appreciate it" for about the nth time after hearing B-米 say it around Beer Bike. Heard it at the Dallas airport, hear it in Waco. It's rubbing me in a way that Hella rubs me. What's next, hella appreciate it??
Would it be wrong of me to make my own t-shirt with the slogan, "The hottest thing to come out of Waco since the Branch Davidians"?
2/3 of the way done with the SF puzzle.
I've heard the expression "Appreciate it" for about the nth time after hearing B-米 say it around Beer Bike. Heard it at the Dallas airport, hear it in Waco. It's rubbing me in a way that Hella rubs me. What's next, hella appreciate it??
Would it be wrong of me to make my own t-shirt with the slogan, "The hottest thing to come out of Waco since the Branch Davidians"?
2/3 of the way done with the SF puzzle.
3.19.2008
orion
Because everyone was sleeping? PSH, then I take back everything- you're not independent at all! The coffee I can tolerate since it has positive benefits for the body. It will also be my future torture device for those addicted to it. Hide all the coffee, watch everyone go through terrible headaches from the withdrawal. Mwahaha.
You're not the only game I'm playing.
I was thinking about B－米 today after having seen a girl wearing shoes that may have been the same pair as his- blue, black, white plaid vans- and ended up walking into the women's restroom. Luckily no one was in there. When exactly did I KNOW that it was the women's restroom? When I noticed that there were no urinals in sight. I guess B－米 makes me feel like a natural... WOMAN! Disgusting.
I miss take out.
I don't know why, but I decided to try out two meatloaf recipes from the cookbook- what was I thinking?! UGH! No matter if it's turkey or beef, meatloaf is just like that crappy Chinese dish parents make when they can't come up with anything else for that night. The only difference is that the Chinese use pork, sometimes with shrimp.
You're not the only game I'm playing.
I was thinking about B－米 today after having seen a girl wearing shoes that may have been the same pair as his- blue, black, white plaid vans- and ended up walking into the women's restroom. Luckily no one was in there. When exactly did I KNOW that it was the women's restroom? When I noticed that there were no urinals in sight. I guess B－米 makes me feel like a natural... WOMAN! Disgusting.
I miss take out.
I don't know why, but I decided to try out two meatloaf recipes from the cookbook- what was I thinking?! UGH! No matter if it's turkey or beef, meatloaf is just like that crappy Chinese dish parents make when they can't come up with anything else for that night. The only difference is that the Chinese use pork, sometimes with shrimp.
3.17.2008
gegege no kitaro
Nutty reminds me of the second Austin Powers movie where he drinks the stool sample, thinking it's coffee: "It's a bit nutty."
OH HELL NO! Don't you misinterpret my blogs! I in no way said I miss anybody. JESUS.
My Oliver Sacks books came in! Drab's roommate has a mahjong set! Now if only they were good at it and had a decent table on which to play the damn game.
Final Round:
Drab: racist.
A spare key? For me?? Crack is just too good to me.
After my short nonrandom survey of people's favorite sex positions, I've come to the conclusion that my favorite one would be lying on the bed next to a bucket of fried chicken with the woman doing all the work. No wait, fried chicken along with flat rice noodles, potato chips, fruit, and pizza.
UGH! I can't believe I forgot to eat Zapp's while in Houston! ERGH!!!
OH HELL NO! Don't you misinterpret my blogs! I in no way said I miss anybody. JESUS.
My Oliver Sacks books came in! Drab's roommate has a mahjong set! Now if only they were good at it and had a decent table on which to play the damn game.
Final Round:
Drab: racist.
A spare key? For me?? Crack is just too good to me.
After my short nonrandom survey of people's favorite sex positions, I've come to the conclusion that my favorite one would be lying on the bed next to a bucket of fried chicken with the woman doing all the work. No wait, fried chicken along with flat rice noodles, potato chips, fruit, and pizza.
UGH! I can't believe I forgot to eat Zapp's while in Houston! ERGH!!!
skiperoo
Round 3:
Mousse: The bangs draw more focus to the eyes. It felt like a hurricane blew through the inside of her car and carefully left a tree branch on the dash. Good Cranium partner. Genius idea about opening up a restaurant called DUMPS.
Emilia Bedelia: Quirky garment. Looking back on it, I probably should have ordered more vegetable dishes instead of listening to whoever told me to order two times what is normally ordered. That would have led to more variety. Quiet, amused, baby hater.
Clare: Tired, sick. Surprised even he needs time away from people, having called him to discover he's at a coffee shop by himself in Houston when time could have been allocated to spending as much time with those in town. Something is not quite right. Perhaps discontent.
B-米: I don't hate the hair as I thought I would have. In fact, I approve. Nice watch, nice shoes. More wrinkles around the eyes than Drab, possibly due to having a leaner face or more recessed eyes. Yet somehow it suits B－米 more than Bio-rad. Interesting smile as well. While there is a tiny triangular gap between the central and right lateral incisor, this imperfection adds a certain character to already quite the character. Yeah, at times talked way too fast- I think uber may be appropriate for this situation- and softly for my brain to process input in enough time to generate witty banter, so I just smiled and let him think he was being funny, or just guessed what he was trying to say from one word that I caught and hoped the response would fit. It all worked out in the end.
Drab:
Mousse: The bangs draw more focus to the eyes. It felt like a hurricane blew through the inside of her car and carefully left a tree branch on the dash. Good Cranium partner. Genius idea about opening up a restaurant called DUMPS.
Emilia Bedelia: Quirky garment. Looking back on it, I probably should have ordered more vegetable dishes instead of listening to whoever told me to order two times what is normally ordered. That would have led to more variety. Quiet, amused, baby hater.
Clare: Tired, sick. Surprised even he needs time away from people, having called him to discover he's at a coffee shop by himself in Houston when time could have been allocated to spending as much time with those in town. Something is not quite right. Perhaps discontent.
B-米: I don't hate the hair as I thought I would have. In fact, I approve. Nice watch, nice shoes. More wrinkles around the eyes than Drab, possibly due to having a leaner face or more recessed eyes. Yet somehow it suits B－米 more than Bio-rad. Interesting smile as well. While there is a tiny triangular gap between the central and right lateral incisor, this imperfection adds a certain character to already quite the character. Yeah, at times talked way too fast- I think uber may be appropriate for this situation- and softly for my brain to process input in enough time to generate witty banter, so I just smiled and let him think he was being funny, or just guessed what he was trying to say from one word that I caught and hoped the response would fit. It all worked out in the end.
Drab:
congress of the cow
Patient: "Thank God."
House: "Don't make me slap you!"
OH, Dr. Gregory House. How I adore you.
Vans- the MOST comfortable pair of shoes I have ever worn. And I thought New Balances were comfortable. A. There's just a slight problem with getting the heel into the shoe, but nothing that a good shoehorn can't solve.
Round 2:
Janey: Too tamed. Makes a big fuss about coming to Fufu and then not going. Ho. Splurging on dresses still- green was a surprising choice of color. Usually it's black and/or white. I wouldn't know how many times it could be worn besides on St. Patrick's Day.
Klean: More mellow, not as stressed as back in the day. Tiny dancer.
Yoshi: Still into videogames, which is also still a guilty pleasure of mine. I had no idea Smash Bros. Brawl got such a high rating on Gamespot. His teeth also seem to be in fit biting condition.
Jalto: Physique seems to have been maintained even in Asia. Doesn't get as crazy drunk as I remember. I'd like to posit more confidence, less needing validation. That, or just crazier. Still maintains that Southern hospitality even after being abroad this entire time.
Lolita: At first I was taken aback by the blue eye makeup. I was also expecting a fob (no clue why), so I was shocked upon hearing decent English come out of her mouth. I think her crotch accidentally grazed my hand as she fell out of the car at Gingerman. And she and B-米 were not all over each other when I was around or right next to them in the car. She also laughed at some/most of my jokes. I don't hate her!
House: "Don't make me slap you!"
OH, Dr. Gregory House. How I adore you.
Vans- the MOST comfortable pair of shoes I have ever worn. And I thought New Balances were comfortable. A. There's just a slight problem with getting the heel into the shoe, but nothing that a good shoehorn can't solve.
Round 2:
Janey: Too tamed. Makes a big fuss about coming to Fufu and then not going. Ho. Splurging on dresses still- green was a surprising choice of color. Usually it's black and/or white. I wouldn't know how many times it could be worn besides on St. Patrick's Day.
Klean: More mellow, not as stressed as back in the day. Tiny dancer.
Yoshi: Still into videogames, which is also still a guilty pleasure of mine. I had no idea Smash Bros. Brawl got such a high rating on Gamespot. His teeth also seem to be in fit biting condition.
Jalto: Physique seems to have been maintained even in Asia. Doesn't get as crazy drunk as I remember. I'd like to posit more confidence, less needing validation. That, or just crazier. Still maintains that Southern hospitality even after being abroad this entire time.
Lolita: At first I was taken aback by the blue eye makeup. I was also expecting a fob (no clue why), so I was shocked upon hearing decent English come out of her mouth. I think her crotch accidentally grazed my hand as she fell out of the car at Gingerman. And she and B-米 were not all over each other when I was around or right next to them in the car. She also laughed at some/most of my jokes. I don't hate her!
melty blood
Round 1:
Nants: looks better, as if she's lost some weight, but still looks healthy.
My-oh-Myra: still as caustic. And scary. Very in your face. And yet she's in HR- how DOES she deal with people?
Water Closet: asshole. Boring as ever.
Sophbox: new 'do that I thought was old. Maybe I can see the future!
Nilk: grabbed my ass. Right cheek.
Doerfy: also grabbed my ass. Left cheek.
MattPatt: bountiful hair. What was I asked to say? Fierce and something else. Can't quite remember. Don't know the reason.
Elle: Lost some weight? Same old same old.
Amber Waves of Grain: shorter hair, nice aviators. She looked like she got toned as well.
Isle: Horny as ever. Still the touchy-feely person. Touching and feeling all over me. I checked to make sure there were no bite marks or bruises. Everyone needs to remember I'm a paraplegic- NO action whatsoever below the belt.
Nants: looks better, as if she's lost some weight, but still looks healthy.
My-oh-Myra: still as caustic. And scary. Very in your face. And yet she's in HR- how DOES she deal with people?
Water Closet: asshole. Boring as ever.
Sophbox: new 'do that I thought was old. Maybe I can see the future!
Nilk: grabbed my ass. Right cheek.
Doerfy: also grabbed my ass. Left cheek.
MattPatt: bountiful hair. What was I asked to say? Fierce and something else. Can't quite remember. Don't know the reason.
Elle: Lost some weight? Same old same old.
Amber Waves of Grain: shorter hair, nice aviators. She looked like she got toned as well.
Isle: Horny as ever. Still the touchy-feely person. Touching and feeling all over me. I checked to make sure there were no bite marks or bruises. Everyone needs to remember I'm a paraplegic- NO action whatsoever below the belt.
furlong
Hopefully I get the internship so that I have an excuse not to take classes this summer.
I had a dream that I wet my pants last night, only this morning I woke up relieved to find out that it wasn't true. Then I went to the bathroom. I only slept for 4 hours because I was brooding over the cover letter/CV, and so I had my eyes closed while I was peeing, only to open my eyes and find my left leg kind of wet, my boxer briefs partially wet. This is one of those times when dreams shouldn't come true. I immediately changed before going to school.
I don't know- Yoshi the dinosaur and Yoshi the sushi/jazz club don't seem too shabby. Deal with it!
Things I heard on the plane to DFW from Seattle: "... back of the boat" or "...back of the cattle car." They were playing 98 degrees' "All Because of You" while we were sitting in the plane. I also had no idea they installed Children's Playrooms at airports now to round up all the rugrats. At the Seattle airport some old woman was walking around with her neck pillow still around her neck.
Things I head on the plane to DFW from HOU: "Welcome to Dallas, where the good life keeps getting better." This was said over the PA system by the main stewardess whose voice was a cross between the lady from the movie Airplane and a phone sex operator. What else did I hear: "Mercy's sake", "Appreciate it," and "Aw shucks."
I accidentally registered to vote in California during lunch today even though I still have a Texas driver's license. I also happened to sign 4 petitions instead of just one. The lady asked if I wanted to sign a petition for fuel efficient cars, so I agreed. Only then did she flip the board over, have me sign, give me another clipboard, and have me sign both sides of that one. Then she asked for my personal information to register me to vote.
There were also some Kansas hicks sitting right behind me flying to SF just to shop. So that's what a Kansas hick accent sounds like. They also have this rivalry with Texas- I'm assuming football- and like to cheer whenever they win against Texans.
I had a dream that I wet my pants last night, only this morning I woke up relieved to find out that it wasn't true. Then I went to the bathroom. I only slept for 4 hours because I was brooding over the cover letter/CV, and so I had my eyes closed while I was peeing, only to open my eyes and find my left leg kind of wet, my boxer briefs partially wet. This is one of those times when dreams shouldn't come true. I immediately changed before going to school.
I don't know- Yoshi the dinosaur and Yoshi the sushi/jazz club don't seem too shabby. Deal with it!
Things I heard on the plane to DFW from Seattle: "... back of the boat" or "...back of the cattle car." They were playing 98 degrees' "All Because of You" while we were sitting in the plane. I also had no idea they installed Children's Playrooms at airports now to round up all the rugrats. At the Seattle airport some old woman was walking around with her neck pillow still around her neck.
Things I head on the plane to DFW from HOU: "Welcome to Dallas, where the good life keeps getting better." This was said over the PA system by the main stewardess whose voice was a cross between the lady from the movie Airplane and a phone sex operator. What else did I hear: "Mercy's sake", "Appreciate it," and "Aw shucks."
I accidentally registered to vote in California during lunch today even though I still have a Texas driver's license. I also happened to sign 4 petitions instead of just one. The lady asked if I wanted to sign a petition for fuel efficient cars, so I agreed. Only then did she flip the board over, have me sign, give me another clipboard, and have me sign both sides of that one. Then she asked for my personal information to register me to vote.
There were also some Kansas hicks sitting right behind me flying to SF just to shop. So that's what a Kansas hick accent sounds like. They also have this rivalry with Texas- I'm assuming football- and like to cheer whenever they win against Texans.
3.16.2008
prcoshas
This is probably going to be a long one. Just a warning.
I guess most importantly would be thanking everyone. Very surprised, very impressed by the generosity/hospitality this weekend. Yoshi for driving indecisive people around (I would have been pissed off by the end of the night), Mousse, Sophbox as well. Nants for letting me stay over, picking me up/dropping me off from the airport. The girls for offering a place to stay. Jalto and Clare for the pitchers of beer last night, not for the groping. Janey for the swim trunks that didn't fit me. Oh right, and I GUESS Drab for the racist present. I left Nants' care this morning with a feeling- a little bit short of love. There just needs to be a little more of something that was lacking- I'll know when it comes. I'd probably cry like when I were a kid- that's usually what happened after staying a summer at the grandparents' place and then having to fly back to Texas.
Nevermind. I'm applying for an internship, and I'm tired. I'll do the analysis tomorrow.
I guess most importantly would be thanking everyone. Very surprised, very impressed by the generosity/hospitality this weekend. Yoshi for driving indecisive people around (I would have been pissed off by the end of the night), Mousse, Sophbox as well. Nants for letting me stay over, picking me up/dropping me off from the airport. The girls for offering a place to stay. Jalto and Clare for the pitchers of beer last night, not for the groping. Janey for the swim trunks that didn't fit me. Oh right, and I GUESS Drab for the racist present. I left Nants' care this morning with a feeling- a little bit short of love. There just needs to be a little more of something that was lacking- I'll know when it comes. I'd probably cry like when I were a kid- that's usually what happened after staying a summer at the grandparents' place and then having to fly back to Texas.
Nevermind. I'm applying for an internship, and I'm tired. I'll do the analysis tomorrow.
3.14.2008
baby slice
Muchas Gracias for the clarification, MattPatt.
Everything's bigger and better in Texas. I'll start with my appetite.
Shit, I still haven't packet yet.
Everything's bigger and better in Texas. I'll start with my appetite.
Shit, I still haven't packet yet.
3.13.2008
saisons
Isn't it Saint Patrick's Day today?
Sunny and warm- exactly the opposite of what I was hoping for Houston.
UGH! Still studying for my test! UGH, still haven't packed! UGH have to head straight to BART after class! UGH just remembered I have another quiz to study for! UGH the new manga issue is out! UGH!!!!!
Sunny and warm- exactly the opposite of what I was hoping for Houston.
UGH! Still studying for my test! UGH, still haven't packed! UGH have to head straight to BART after class! UGH just remembered I have another quiz to study for! UGH the new manga issue is out! UGH!!!!!
3.12.2008
tritsch-tratsch polka
I can't believe I still mess up on direction of transcription on the template strand.
Microbiology- great teacher. Worse class EVER.
100 on the Parasitology quiz. Only bad thing is, the midterm is next week and even though the midterm is open book/notes, I could only come up with 2 of the answers from memory. One answer, I could come up with because I had done a research paper on Sea Otters last semester, so I know how they could acquire T. gondii from runoff mixed with cat feces/litter.
Your advice, Drab, MAY have helped 4 days ago when I made the pasta. But I already knew to do that. I only mixed it this time because it reminded me of how my gramma makes it in LA. She also uses a wok. Yeah, Chinese, I know. Speaking of Drab, I was reading this book called the Cheap Bastard's Guide to San Francisco. It turns out the two Asian supermarkets I frequent are in the book along with the Good Luck Dim Sum place that I was wanting to try out. Many more, including Goat Hill Pizza, which I went to with Clare; only thing is that they had all you can eat pizza on MONDAY. I think we went on a Sunday. Damn.
Sluttier. That could also be it.
Beer, rodeo, and then dinner with B－米. What could make the day better? Naked pagan ritual around a giant bonfire, or slumber party/pillow fight/lesbian love session in Nants' room. Oh yeah, and my diet is on sabbatical leave this weekend. No holds barred.
Julia Child. I don't know if I can take advice from someone who chose to have French onion soup as her last meal. Egh.
Microbiology- great teacher. Worse class EVER.
100 on the Parasitology quiz. Only bad thing is, the midterm is next week and even though the midterm is open book/notes, I could only come up with 2 of the answers from memory. One answer, I could come up with because I had done a research paper on Sea Otters last semester, so I know how they could acquire T. gondii from runoff mixed with cat feces/litter.
Your advice, Drab, MAY have helped 4 days ago when I made the pasta. But I already knew to do that. I only mixed it this time because it reminded me of how my gramma makes it in LA. She also uses a wok. Yeah, Chinese, I know. Speaking of Drab, I was reading this book called the Cheap Bastard's Guide to San Francisco. It turns out the two Asian supermarkets I frequent are in the book along with the Good Luck Dim Sum place that I was wanting to try out. Many more, including Goat Hill Pizza, which I went to with Clare; only thing is that they had all you can eat pizza on MONDAY. I think we went on a Sunday. Damn.
Sluttier. That could also be it.
Beer, rodeo, and then dinner with B－米. What could make the day better? Naked pagan ritual around a giant bonfire, or slumber party/pillow fight/lesbian love session in Nants' room. Oh yeah, and my diet is on sabbatical leave this weekend. No holds barred.
Julia Child. I don't know if I can take advice from someone who chose to have French onion soup as her last meal. Egh.
lawrence king
Even if roasting a chicken in an oven is better, that still leaves the problem of me eating the entire thing in one go.
Christian Siriano- I saw an interview with him on Ellen. Never heard of him before. WOW. Hilarious.
UGH! David Chang getting another article in the NY* Dining&Wine section?!
Had a moment of deja vu in Linear Algebra today- I think I dreamed about that moment once, me sitting in math class learning about matrices, but I searched through my blog and couldn't find any mention of a dream involving those exact circumstances.
This black girl was nice to me in class today, asking if her huge head was blocking my view. Then she proceeded to annoy me by whispering with her friend sitting right next to her.
What do Californians think about their governor spending almost every night in LA instead of his home base in Sacramento? I probably would be doing the same thing if I were governating for as long as he has. Speaking of governors, it doesn't seem surprising that Spitzer ran a prostitution ring. Just look at his face- VERY sleazy. His mouth is always pursed as if he's gone down on one too many STD-laden hookers. You have to wonder if his wife knew about the thing from the start- she does NOT look happy in the NY* photo.
1 in 4 teenage girls having STDs- just a sign that the younger generations are getting stupider. Or careless. Same thing.
Christian Siriano- I saw an interview with him on Ellen. Never heard of him before. WOW. Hilarious.
UGH! David Chang getting another article in the NY* Dining&Wine section?!
Had a moment of deja vu in Linear Algebra today- I think I dreamed about that moment once, me sitting in math class learning about matrices, but I searched through my blog and couldn't find any mention of a dream involving those exact circumstances.
This black girl was nice to me in class today, asking if her huge head was blocking my view. Then she proceeded to annoy me by whispering with her friend sitting right next to her.
What do Californians think about their governor spending almost every night in LA instead of his home base in Sacramento? I probably would be doing the same thing if I were governating for as long as he has. Speaking of governors, it doesn't seem surprising that Spitzer ran a prostitution ring. Just look at his face- VERY sleazy. His mouth is always pursed as if he's gone down on one too many STD-laden hookers. You have to wonder if his wife knew about the thing from the start- she does NOT look happy in the NY* photo.
1 in 4 teenage girls having STDs- just a sign that the younger generations are getting stupider. Or careless. Same thing.
3.10.2008
Spitzer swallows
It's that time again- homeless cardboard slogan of the month! "Family kidnapped by ninjas!"
Got a haircut today. There are so many restaurants around Clement that I really want to try: all you can eat hot pot/sushi/bbq, something banquet, dim sum. Gelled Asian hair feels like needles.
Then I headed downtown to try and find a nice pair of casual sneakers. DSW, Shoe Pavilion, Niketown, Adidas, Puma. I was so frustrated with finding a decent pair that I ended up buying a pair of pants from H&M. It was so disorienting moving about the shopping district; I usually let Clare do that while I allow my mind to wander elsewhere. Stores that reminded me of Clare: Levi's, Barney's, Bloomingdales. Stores that reminded me of Drab: Rasputin music, H&M. Oh right, Janey: Aldo.
In order to roast a chicken, I would need a spit. And the last time a friend's family presented a roasted chicken in front of me, I ended up eating it all and leaving none for his family. I would have felt more guilty if the chicken weren't so FINGER-LICKIN' good.
Staying with Nants for the weekend seems to be turning out into an ideal situation. I get to sleep on her full-sized bed, and she and My-oh-Myra will be making out on the air mattress in the same room.
L'Chaim!
Got a haircut today. There are so many restaurants around Clement that I really want to try: all you can eat hot pot/sushi/bbq, something banquet, dim sum. Gelled Asian hair feels like needles.
Then I headed downtown to try and find a nice pair of casual sneakers. DSW, Shoe Pavilion, Niketown, Adidas, Puma. I was so frustrated with finding a decent pair that I ended up buying a pair of pants from H&M. It was so disorienting moving about the shopping district; I usually let Clare do that while I allow my mind to wander elsewhere. Stores that reminded me of Clare: Levi's, Barney's, Bloomingdales. Stores that reminded me of Drab: Rasputin music, H&M. Oh right, Janey: Aldo.
In order to roast a chicken, I would need a spit. And the last time a friend's family presented a roasted chicken in front of me, I ended up eating it all and leaving none for his family. I would have felt more guilty if the chicken weren't so FINGER-LICKIN' good.
Staying with Nants for the weekend seems to be turning out into an ideal situation. I get to sleep on her full-sized bed, and she and My-oh-Myra will be making out on the air mattress in the same room.
L'Chaim!
T-birds
Don't EVER say that you miss pink lady. Jesus, talk about cookie-cutter Christian ditz. If you want to make any more friends like that, move to the Bible Belt.
Tonight:
-1 tsp olive oil in the pan. Cook the minced garlic, yellow onions, edamame, mushrooms to drain vegetables out of the water. If the water doesn't evaporate, drain it out. Oh, and add black pepper and red chili pepper flakes.
-Add the extra lean ground beef to the vegetables, cooking it until browned. Drain the fat/oil.
-On the side, boil water and cook whatever pasta you like, al dente. I can't believe I'm using that word. I don't even like semi-hard pasta, but apparently that's how pasta is eaten, that's how you know that a restaurant knows what it's doing. Hooey.
-Once the beef is dong cooking, add the pasta sauce, basil, and oregano. Cook until the excess liquid is drained.
I just mixed the pasta and sauce all together at the end since I'm storing most of it as leftovers for the rest of the week. This would be a good time to have roommates- get them to finish off the rest of your food, free up more fridge space, and gauge the quality of the cooking.
Tonight:
-1 tsp olive oil in the pan. Cook the minced garlic, yellow onions, edamame, mushrooms to drain vegetables out of the water. If the water doesn't evaporate, drain it out. Oh, and add black pepper and red chili pepper flakes.
-Add the extra lean ground beef to the vegetables, cooking it until browned. Drain the fat/oil.
-On the side, boil water and cook whatever pasta you like, al dente. I can't believe I'm using that word. I don't even like semi-hard pasta, but apparently that's how pasta is eaten, that's how you know that a restaurant knows what it's doing. Hooey.
-Once the beef is dong cooking, add the pasta sauce, basil, and oregano. Cook until the excess liquid is drained.
I just mixed the pasta and sauce all together at the end since I'm storing most of it as leftovers for the rest of the week. This would be a good time to have roommates- get them to finish off the rest of your food, free up more fridge space, and gauge the quality of the cooking.
Naegleria fowleri
One amoeba- 1 micron in size, illuminating as a desperate cry for attention.
I spend my time between classes going through cookbooks at the campus store now. One exciting find was a book by James Beard, or a compilation of his articles in whatever magazine/newspaper he used to write for. I could see why a foundation was named after him.
People ask such stupid questions in class. Always fighting off the tendency to tell them to shut up.
The girl was smoking on the sidewalk in front of me, only she was bobbing her head left and right, leading to trails of unavoidable smoke as I upped the pace to overtake her. She would have been better suited to give a blowjob up and down. At least then someone would have enjoyed what she did with her mouth. Nobody wants to experience secondhand smoke. What I COULD try doing next time is to walk in front of her and start shitting left and right to see if she likes secondhand crap.
Finished studying Toxoplasma in Parasitology. Along with the Alzheimer's research, I can now diagnose Leigh-ugh.
I can't stop laughing every time I walk past that movie poster ad at the bus stop and think what a BLAST Drab and his family will have watching STEP UP 2: the STREETS! OH HO HO TOO GOOD!
Tonight will be pasta with a beefy mushroom tomato sauce with edamame, onions, herbs. Stay tuned. I'd like to start learning how to make Bento boxes.
I spend my time between classes going through cookbooks at the campus store now. One exciting find was a book by James Beard, or a compilation of his articles in whatever magazine/newspaper he used to write for. I could see why a foundation was named after him.
People ask such stupid questions in class. Always fighting off the tendency to tell them to shut up.
The girl was smoking on the sidewalk in front of me, only she was bobbing her head left and right, leading to trails of unavoidable smoke as I upped the pace to overtake her. She would have been better suited to give a blowjob up and down. At least then someone would have enjoyed what she did with her mouth. Nobody wants to experience secondhand smoke. What I COULD try doing next time is to walk in front of her and start shitting left and right to see if she likes secondhand crap.
Finished studying Toxoplasma in Parasitology. Along with the Alzheimer's research, I can now diagnose Leigh-ugh.
I can't stop laughing every time I walk past that movie poster ad at the bus stop and think what a BLAST Drab and his family will have watching STEP UP 2: the STREETS! OH HO HO TOO GOOD!
Tonight will be pasta with a beefy mushroom tomato sauce with edamame, onions, herbs. Stay tuned. I'd like to start learning how to make Bento boxes.
3.09.2008
Morris water maze
Tonight: Rosemary Chicken with Mixed Vegetables
Potatoes- cut, rub in extra virgin olive oil, toss, bake for a quarter of an hour, 450F.
(in this time, chop up yellow onions, green beans, celery, cherry tomatoes)
When the potatoes are browned, add chicken broth, dry white wine, lemon juice.
Then layer the boneless, skinless chicken breasts on top of the vegetables. (I was only supposed to have 4 pieces, but my package ended up having 5.)
Sprinkle sage, rosemary, thyme, and black pepper over the chicken.
Cover the baking pan with foil, and bake for 40 minutes, 350F.
Remove the foil and bake for another quarter of an hour, same temperature.
I'm waiting to see how it'll turn out! I'm only wary of the celery because I generally don't like celery- the aroma's too strong.
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Results: The cherry tomatoes weren't too sweet, the celery was soft, the chicken was thoroughly cooked, the broth was rich. I didn't hate it!
Potatoes- cut, rub in extra virgin olive oil, toss, bake for a quarter of an hour, 450F.
(in this time, chop up yellow onions, green beans, celery, cherry tomatoes)
When the potatoes are browned, add chicken broth, dry white wine, lemon juice.
Then layer the boneless, skinless chicken breasts on top of the vegetables. (I was only supposed to have 4 pieces, but my package ended up having 5.)
Sprinkle sage, rosemary, thyme, and black pepper over the chicken.
Cover the baking pan with foil, and bake for 40 minutes, 350F.
Remove the foil and bake for another quarter of an hour, same temperature.
I'm waiting to see how it'll turn out! I'm only wary of the celery because I generally don't like celery- the aroma's too strong.
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Results: The cherry tomatoes weren't too sweet, the celery was soft, the chicken was thoroughly cooked, the broth was rich. I didn't hate it!
peggy parish
I also found this list of quotes under the same file. Enjoy.
"Music make Siu lose control." -JAlto
"oh... there's no contest here, baby." -ChiDawg
"I'm gonna eat you out." "OH Dicks."~Elle Ng-er
"I'm Louis Anderson!" ~JoshHest
"ridiculous." "excuse me?!" "that is incorrect." "that does not make sense." ~Clare Foo Yung
"Picture yourself having diarrhea." "Embrace the shame." "Quit trying to dissect a 3D world." "Anal explosion."~Nants
"A 4th-dimensional god is not impressive." ~Janey
"Hey, wanna come up to my room?" ~Alice in CHaIns
"I'm gonna KILL YA!" ~ My oh Myra
"Is she tall?" "I can make borscht." "My chromosomes are humming." "I only wish to see your pants on my floor." "god i love you. this makes my morning, which unfortunately ends in 20 minutes" "i'll pay you back... in KISSES!"~Bradford Assay
"and why only girls?"
"cause that's what she likes. no wang." ~My oh Myra
"I find you attractive... you're very charming." ~Isle
"you're a catch. will you date me?" ~Pam-I-Am
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight. you know, a dinner and a movie. i heard there's this really nice Italian restaurant downtown." ~Raggedy Andy
"that's what she said." ~Jack n the Box
"I HATE you too Mr. Siu. And Hello." ~B-米
"Shake your money maker
Like somebody's bout to pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you're a faker" ~ Mousse, prompting me for the next few lines
"... all these bitches want to ride on your tip... all these women have a crush on you. you have to outstretch your hand. of course all these women have weird mental issues." ~J.Alto
"if you consider that i was an american citizen born abroad at like 3am on the 26th in taiwan and there's the 13 hr window, then i'm already 21. i would've been born on the 25th had my mommy stayed in the US. so hah!" ~Madame Kai Shek
"delightful!" "jason siu's also the love of our lives."~Emilia Bedelia
"you will go goo goo for the moo goo gai pan." ~Magic China reader board
"Music make Siu lose control." -JAlto
"oh... there's no contest here, baby." -ChiDawg
"I'm gonna eat you out." "OH Dicks."~Elle Ng-er
"I'm Louis Anderson!" ~JoshHest
"ridiculous." "excuse me?!" "that is incorrect." "that does not make sense." ~Clare Foo Yung
"Picture yourself having diarrhea." "Embrace the shame." "Quit trying to dissect a 3D world." "Anal explosion."~Nants
"A 4th-dimensional god is not impressive." ~Janey
"Hey, wanna come up to my room?" ~Alice in CHaIns
"I'm gonna KILL YA!" ~ My oh Myra
"Is she tall?" "I can make borscht." "My chromosomes are humming." "I only wish to see your pants on my floor." "god i love you. this makes my morning, which unfortunately ends in 20 minutes" "i'll pay you back... in KISSES!"~Bradford Assay
"and why only girls?"
"cause that's what she likes. no wang." ~My oh Myra
"I find you attractive... you're very charming." ~Isle
"you're a catch. will you date me?" ~Pam-I-Am
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight. you know, a dinner and a movie. i heard there's this really nice Italian restaurant downtown." ~Raggedy Andy
"that's what she said." ~Jack n the Box
"I HATE you too Mr. Siu. And Hello." ~B-米
"Shake your money maker
Like somebody's bout to pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you're a faker" ~ Mousse, prompting me for the next few lines
"... all these bitches want to ride on your tip... all these women have a crush on you. you have to outstretch your hand. of course all these women have weird mental issues." ~J.Alto
"if you consider that i was an american citizen born abroad at like 3am on the 26th in taiwan and there's the 13 hr window, then i'm already 21. i would've been born on the 25th had my mommy stayed in the US. so hah!" ~Madame Kai Shek
"delightful!" "jason siu's also the love of our lives."~Emilia Bedelia
"you will go goo goo for the moo goo gai pan." ~Magic China reader board
nadia boulanger
Definitely not from Mars.
Thumbing through files under my documents folder, and I happen to run across this text file of people owing me favors? No idea I kept this sort of thing:
"clare- driving him to the airport summer 06
nilK- also driving him to the airport summer 06
lizbian- housing her for a night
drab- picking him up from the airport January 07"
Under this file, I also have my screen name and password for Second Life, which I stopped using after a while since the program wouldn't let me get past a certain point in the tutorial.
To the date, even. Most of it seems to be from taking my car to the airport. Let's see, summer of 2006. Clare must have been going home for a little bit before school started, or was it LA? Nilk, same. Memory from this: definitely remember the drama in that place over the summer. Yet somehow it got worse over the year with the introduction of new Indians. Talk about the most passive aggressive bunch. The one thorn that sticks out from picking Drab up is that I wasn't even one of his first choices of contacts to call in order to get picked up. Not only does he insult me over the phone- telling me that I was the 10th or so person on the list- but he also makes me drive to the airport and then to campus when I was living O/C at the time, thus extending the amount of time I had to spend catering to his whims.
Do you know where a heart of gold can be found?
Thumbing through files under my documents folder, and I happen to run across this text file of people owing me favors? No idea I kept this sort of thing:
"clare- driving him to the airport summer 06
nilK- also driving him to the airport summer 06
lizbian- housing her for a night
drab- picking him up from the airport January 07"
Under this file, I also have my screen name and password for Second Life, which I stopped using after a while since the program wouldn't let me get past a certain point in the tutorial.
To the date, even. Most of it seems to be from taking my car to the airport. Let's see, summer of 2006. Clare must have been going home for a little bit before school started, or was it LA? Nilk, same. Memory from this: definitely remember the drama in that place over the summer. Yet somehow it got worse over the year with the introduction of new Indians. Talk about the most passive aggressive bunch. The one thorn that sticks out from picking Drab up is that I wasn't even one of his first choices of contacts to call in order to get picked up. Not only does he insult me over the phone- telling me that I was the 10th or so person on the list- but he also makes me drive to the airport and then to campus when I was living O/C at the time, thus extending the amount of time I had to spend catering to his whims.
Do you know where a heart of gold can be found?
cryptobiosis
I FINALLY beat that stupid game. Vertical shooters would probably be more fun to play with a brother. Or someone that you want to beat.
If you had the chance would you want to put yourself in suspended animation just to see what the future would be like, or are you content with the present? If you could go back in time to discover the truth about certain events, would you, even if the truth isn't what you expected?
Always add twice as much cumin in proportion to any other spice you put in chili.
Eating healthy = less variety of food choices during the week. It involves cooking large quantities one or two days of the week and then eating the leftovers for the remainder.
Tonight: Rosemary Chicken and Mixed Vegetables.
Science- reading about biokinetics, rate-limiting steps, enzyme-substrate interactions at the laundromat. Very orgasmic.
This time, I decided to exercise with my iPod on. Only problem is, I forgot to edit my music so that it would be suitable to the occasion. Midway through, I was listening to Helen Reddy. "I am woman." Hear me roar. Definitely NOT appropriate for exercising.
If you had the chance would you want to put yourself in suspended animation just to see what the future would be like, or are you content with the present? If you could go back in time to discover the truth about certain events, would you, even if the truth isn't what you expected?
Always add twice as much cumin in proportion to any other spice you put in chili.
Eating healthy = less variety of food choices during the week. It involves cooking large quantities one or two days of the week and then eating the leftovers for the remainder.
Tonight: Rosemary Chicken and Mixed Vegetables.
Science- reading about biokinetics, rate-limiting steps, enzyme-substrate interactions at the laundromat. Very orgasmic.
This time, I decided to exercise with my iPod on. Only problem is, I forgot to edit my music so that it would be suitable to the occasion. Midway through, I was listening to Helen Reddy. "I am woman." Hear me roar. Definitely NOT appropriate for exercising.
cat power
DST- daylight savings time. UGH! Because of the inaccuracies of timekeeping with the solar calendar, my plans for the day are ruined.
On the other hand, more of my kitchen utensils have shipped! Chinese cooking will be shelved for a while- I guess what I'm trying now are simple American meals that anybody can do at home, with the proper utensils.
Laundry day! Which means lugging one of my science textbooks to the laundromat and read while I wait.
On the other hand, more of my kitchen utensils have shipped! Chinese cooking will be shelved for a while- I guess what I'm trying now are simple American meals that anybody can do at home, with the proper utensils.
Laundry day! Which means lugging one of my science textbooks to the laundromat and read while I wait.
3.08.2008
cartoon motion
I supposed my next set of entries will deal with beginnings. And food, of course. We'll see how long it lasts.
Who would you like to hear about next?
Who would you like to hear about next?
barcarolle
I was staring at myself in the mirror before taking my shower.
If God had a grand design, he obviously messed up at the part where he inserted too much fat into the ass.
While the cushion may help the impact from falla, sitting down, and dare I say it, sex, walking upright instead of all fours reduces the necessity for adipose tissue on the derrière.
Another memory- I first knew Janey, but then Janey kept trying to introduce me to her friend Poorneel, who was intrigued just by reading my Xanga. Then one day someone I didn't know imed me wanting to talk. So I played along, and here we are. Then again, I was always accidentally on the receiving end about drama that actually occurred between the two. This shocked me, because I didn't know about the history behind them and never really bothered to ask about how the two met. Although, I would always hear Poorneel's side of the story, never Janey's. Maybe because Janey was always more inebriated than the other. It did get awkward when I was living with Janey in the summer, because she would ask what stories I heard from him. I think she actually tried telling me her sides of the story then, but I was too busy trying to get away from the Pink Lady and into my new apartment or another MCAT section.
My earliest instance of meeting Nants could have been in Nilk's room sophomore year, but I'd have to confirm this with her. I could remember Hanszen people dawdling around in their room, Nush with her high-pitched ramblings, Nants with her psychological musings, and Janey with her drunken stupor. HAHA!
If God had a grand design, he obviously messed up at the part where he inserted too much fat into the ass.
While the cushion may help the impact from falla, sitting down, and dare I say it, sex, walking upright instead of all fours reduces the necessity for adipose tissue on the derrière.
Another memory- I first knew Janey, but then Janey kept trying to introduce me to her friend Poorneel, who was intrigued just by reading my Xanga. Then one day someone I didn't know imed me wanting to talk. So I played along, and here we are. Then again, I was always accidentally on the receiving end about drama that actually occurred between the two. This shocked me, because I didn't know about the history behind them and never really bothered to ask about how the two met. Although, I would always hear Poorneel's side of the story, never Janey's. Maybe because Janey was always more inebriated than the other. It did get awkward when I was living with Janey in the summer, because she would ask what stories I heard from him. I think she actually tried telling me her sides of the story then, but I was too busy trying to get away from the Pink Lady and into my new apartment or another MCAT section.
My earliest instance of meeting Nants could have been in Nilk's room sophomore year, but I'd have to confirm this with her. I could remember Hanszen people dawdling around in their room, Nush with her high-pitched ramblings, Nants with her psychological musings, and Janey with her drunken stupor. HAHA!
blinded by the light
I was showering when this memory popped up.
Sophomore year. Spring semester.
What was happening on 4N that night? In any case, it was a party, partying from room to room, including Leisel's. We were drinking and drinking. I had met my limit, but Ray kept on drinking. People could have stopped her; I could have stopped her. But she was getting belligerent to the point where I just ended up telling her, "Fine. Do whatever you want. I don't care anymore." It was Goldschlager. I wish I hadn't let her have one more shot.
Moments later we were at the long end of the same floor, except Ray was propped against the wall, mumbling, while everyone was standing around waiting for her to get better. During her mumble, the one thing I remember her saying was, "I don't want to live anymore." I didn't know what to believe, in her drunken state. EMS finally came after she had thrown up and become unresponsive.
Ray was at the hospital overnight, but was released the next day. She had come up to my room and asked if I wanted to go out to Subway and have lunch with her. Never could understand her fascination with Subway. A bit quirky. I agreed, we walked to the student center, she picked up her sandwich- I had already eaten- and we sat in Sammy's. That was one of the rare instances where I refused to force a smile and pretend things were okay. Even if Ray put on a smile, I didn't believe her. I told her bluntly, "Everyone's really worried about you." She kept insisting that she was fine, and being the person who can't be serious for too long, I continued the conversation on a lighter note with Ray. She was really satisfied with the sandwich; it made sense since she didn't have anything left in her stomach after that night. I think it was the oven roasted chicken breast, footlong, lettuce, tomato, olives, pickles, honey mustard.
Either later that week or the next week, she stormed into my room accusing me of having told the Master's about the things she said that night. She was rambling to me about how the Master's were now concerned for her. She kept asking me if I told them, I repetitively told her no. Lizbean eventually told me later that it was her, but I never went back to Ray to give her the truth- at the moment it was better for their friendship to mend, living in the same room and all.
Certain memories tend to rewind, replay in my head a lot. Defining moments, I guess.
Sophomore year. Spring semester.
What was happening on 4N that night? In any case, it was a party, partying from room to room, including Leisel's. We were drinking and drinking. I had met my limit, but Ray kept on drinking. People could have stopped her; I could have stopped her. But she was getting belligerent to the point where I just ended up telling her, "Fine. Do whatever you want. I don't care anymore." It was Goldschlager. I wish I hadn't let her have one more shot.
Moments later we were at the long end of the same floor, except Ray was propped against the wall, mumbling, while everyone was standing around waiting for her to get better. During her mumble, the one thing I remember her saying was, "I don't want to live anymore." I didn't know what to believe, in her drunken state. EMS finally came after she had thrown up and become unresponsive.
Ray was at the hospital overnight, but was released the next day. She had come up to my room and asked if I wanted to go out to Subway and have lunch with her. Never could understand her fascination with Subway. A bit quirky. I agreed, we walked to the student center, she picked up her sandwich- I had already eaten- and we sat in Sammy's. That was one of the rare instances where I refused to force a smile and pretend things were okay. Even if Ray put on a smile, I didn't believe her. I told her bluntly, "Everyone's really worried about you." She kept insisting that she was fine, and being the person who can't be serious for too long, I continued the conversation on a lighter note with Ray. She was really satisfied with the sandwich; it made sense since she didn't have anything left in her stomach after that night. I think it was the oven roasted chicken breast, footlong, lettuce, tomato, olives, pickles, honey mustard.
Either later that week or the next week, she stormed into my room accusing me of having told the Master's about the things she said that night. She was rambling to me about how the Master's were now concerned for her. She kept asking me if I told them, I repetitively told her no. Lizbean eventually told me later that it was her, but I never went back to Ray to give her the truth- at the moment it was better for their friendship to mend, living in the same room and all.
Certain memories tend to rewind, replay in my head a lot. Defining moments, I guess.
super famicom
Right in the middle of being bombarded by text messages from Drab today, I was going through my text message inbox today, only to come across one message sent by Clare: "Suck it long. And sure" I have NO idea when and why that message was sent, but I bursted out laughing on my bed upon reading it.
Oh right: the only problem with the recipe below is that you have to pay twice as much to get meat that has about 1/3 of the fat found in just regular ground beef.
I can't be limited to just one meat choice: I'm going to be making Chinese food tonight and a chicken dish tomorrow night.
Supposedly John Cho and Daniel Wu are coming to San Francisco for the International Asian American Film Festival?
Playing classic arcade/console games for free over the internet is one of the quickest ways to zap your afternoon even IF you get to play games that have never been distributed in the states. Gametap. It's online. It's free. It doesn't take up that much space on the computer.
Oh right: the only problem with the recipe below is that you have to pay twice as much to get meat that has about 1/3 of the fat found in just regular ground beef.
I can't be limited to just one meat choice: I'm going to be making Chinese food tonight and a chicken dish tomorrow night.
Supposedly John Cho and Daniel Wu are coming to San Francisco for the International Asian American Film Festival?
Playing classic arcade/console games for free over the internet is one of the quickest ways to zap your afternoon even IF you get to play games that have never been distributed in the states. Gametap. It's online. It's free. It doesn't take up that much space on the computer.
acolyte
Homemade chili:
use only extra lean ground beef (96% lean, 4% fat I think)
garlic
bell peppers (1 red, 1 green, and/or 1 yellow)
kidney beans
tomato sauce
tomato paste
red wine reduction
medium sweet onions
ground black pepper
paprika
chili powder
cumin
NO SALT
I bought a little bit much... again. I probably made about 5 days worth? I'm going through the beef section first before moving on to the chicken.
I had to ask my group members how to get to SFO from the campus, and they were asking me why I was flying out of town. Without even thinking, I said, "...drinking?" Hearing that come out of my mouth, it doesn't sound like a really good reason to fly out of state.
use only extra lean ground beef (96% lean, 4% fat I think)
garlic
bell peppers (1 red, 1 green, and/or 1 yellow)
kidney beans
tomato sauce
tomato paste
red wine reduction
medium sweet onions
ground black pepper
paprika
chili powder
cumin
NO SALT
I bought a little bit much... again. I probably made about 5 days worth? I'm going through the beef section first before moving on to the chicken.
I had to ask my group members how to get to SFO from the campus, and they were asking me why I was flying out of town. Without even thinking, I said, "...drinking?" Hearing that come out of my mouth, it doesn't sound like a really good reason to fly out of state.
3.07.2008
Lund Skane
There was a guest lecture in my Parasitology class today- a Lithuanian! I fell madly for that European accent. I was more obsessed with taking down observations of his accent instead of the course material. His name? Gediminas Valkiunas! Now THAT'S a name. He's from Lund University. The only connection that comes to mind with Lund is that Mousse calls Drab Lund, why I still have no idea. I searched wiki for Lund and came up with a city in southern Sweden. AGAIN with the Swedish. Ugh. Anyway, his speech. "I like this... very much." Trite phrase expected of Europeans. Smacking of the lips, bald pate. His "oo" as in book sound more like oohs. Many of his sentences omitted the article "a." Europe is pronounced as Yoo-rup, nuclei as nuclay, different as dEEfarent. er's go to uh's, it's go to eet's, false is fellse, good is gut(+umlaut). Depending on the vowel that follows, th can be pronounced differently. The becomes zee, this becomes dis, and though becomes so.
Drab's middle name walked me out after neuro today. He listens to NPR, and his grade was better than mine in a science class. I can NOT deal with 2 Drabs anymore. One is exhausting enough for a lifetime.
Checking analytics today, I noticed that one of the more frequent queries was for Janey. Most likely guess, Janey searching for her own name to specifically find articles in which I talk about her.
This girl in Microbio annoyed the hell out of me. In particular, people who ramble on and on in class trying to show off their intelligence in the subject when they in reality don't know shit, really need to just shut up. What a waste of breath. That girl obviously didn't learn anything from her genetics class because the answer she told her friend was COMPLETELY wrong.
So when defending a dissertation, you just sit in a room in front of some old geezers? Is that how it goes? Also, Ph.D. comics. I'm just thrilled how I can relate so much to the comics even though I'm not in graduate school. Sad.
Drab's middle name walked me out after neuro today. He listens to NPR, and his grade was better than mine in a science class. I can NOT deal with 2 Drabs anymore. One is exhausting enough for a lifetime.
Checking analytics today, I noticed that one of the more frequent queries was for Janey. Most likely guess, Janey searching for her own name to specifically find articles in which I talk about her.
This girl in Microbio annoyed the hell out of me. In particular, people who ramble on and on in class trying to show off their intelligence in the subject when they in reality don't know shit, really need to just shut up. What a waste of breath. That girl obviously didn't learn anything from her genetics class because the answer she told her friend was COMPLETELY wrong.
So when defending a dissertation, you just sit in a room in front of some old geezers? Is that how it goes? Also, Ph.D. comics. I'm just thrilled how I can relate so much to the comics even though I'm not in graduate school. Sad.
3.06.2008
presidential biographies
The Land Before Time was my childhood movie. I used to have it on VHS- no idea where that tape went. My brother's was Bambi. Last year or the one before that I ended up purchasing it at Target during one of my impulsive shopping moments. Strangely, I could tolerate watching the film through the end unlike other childhood shows, like Chip and Dale. SO GLAD I sold that off to Hesse and got some money back for it.
I was a big baby as a kid. The points in the movie that led to my ocular eruptions were when the mother died and when they all reunited with their families/loved ones, to stay as friends until the film ended, topped with Diana Ross' song, "If we hold on together." If they stuck to that formula, the 9 sequels that followed would have probably been more successful.
I rarely cry now. Except in those moments when I laugh too hard.
Whatever happened to those days when you could just go swimming in you friends' pool every day of the summer? Or where you could just sit in a diner with someone and talk the night away, not having to look at the watch to catch the next ride home or go back to work.
My aunt's coming back to the states. New phase in her life. Am I ready for the next phase?
The things I'd like to have back from my childhood: more trust in people, being able to look more optimistically at the world, being genuinely kind and generous.
Have a little faith in me.
I was a big baby as a kid. The points in the movie that led to my ocular eruptions were when the mother died and when they all reunited with their families/loved ones, to stay as friends until the film ended, topped with Diana Ross' song, "If we hold on together." If they stuck to that formula, the 9 sequels that followed would have probably been more successful.
I rarely cry now. Except in those moments when I laugh too hard.
Whatever happened to those days when you could just go swimming in you friends' pool every day of the summer? Or where you could just sit in a diner with someone and talk the night away, not having to look at the watch to catch the next ride home or go back to work.
My aunt's coming back to the states. New phase in her life. Am I ready for the next phase?
The things I'd like to have back from my childhood: more trust in people, being able to look more optimistically at the world, being genuinely kind and generous.
Have a little faith in me.
mee krob
There's something hot about relationships in the work place.
Clare called me today. He sounded like shit. Must have been really tired. Going to an art gallery and seeing him looking like shit. Well, I probably should have recommended he just go him and sleep. I decided not to go, finish all my problem sets for tomorrow and next week, so that my weekend would be entirely free instead. That's assuming that we will hang out this weekend. We'll see. Drab still owes me that dinner and walk in the park.
My new obsession is Oliver Sacks. Jewish, British, and a neurologist. So hot.
It never really caught on until today, but the term ball-and-stick model used in chemistry is very dirty.
I wish I could value friendship the way I used to as a child. Back in second grade, this one kid in elementary school invited me to his birthday party. I went- the only thing I could remember about it involved a lot of obstacle courses because he was obsessed with that one show on nickelodeon- Double Dare? Legends of the Hidden Temple?
The only thing now that sticks out in my mind is this wooden carving in his computer room that belonged to his dad, a psychiatrist. It might not have been a representation of Shakespears, but that was what I had always believed it to be. Anyway, we formed a bond, but through what common interest? Kids at that age only care about a few things: games, games, games.
I used to eat at his place quite often, and his family would hold hands at the table to say prayer before we ate. This always weirded me out because I would always lower my head while prayer was said, even though I don't believe in the whole god thing. This trend, eating at friend's houses, was quite frequent- I would usually show up at least every week, often eating more than the family combined. Looking back on it, that was really quite intrusive of me, but if their own kids won't appreciate their parents' cooking, I might as well should, right?
He would also invite me to have sleepovers with him, also weird for me because growing up Asian, your parents usually don't allow for this sort of thing where you piggyback off other people, having to owe them later. My parents would never allow other families/friends to give anything to me without repaying them back, whether it be in meals or presents. I guess it was their way of always trying to stay "out of debt" with people.
My best friend at the time would also freak me out because he would show me pamphlets/manuals that his father gave him to teach him about the human body, that everything is natural and beautiful or whatever. He was always quick to point out the penises and vaginas and the detailed illustrations that served as examples of variety in the world. Years later in college, he came out of the closet, which makes this childhood story somewhat awkward for me to this day. That's my life, never dull with the awkward moments.
It was great until about middle school, I suppose the time when kids try to assert themselves in the social food chain. Some people would crack and conform, others would falter and do whatever it took to be accepted into that oh-so glorified niche of the popular group. My best friend was stricken with this illness. He would make fun of me whenever that crowd loomed around us. His jokes being meaner aside, his visits decreased, except at those critical moments in life when homework was due.
There's only one thing someone can do to survive: adapt. I became more selective about friendships, particularly for those that would last unconditionally.
Maybe this was why I chose not to open up to people immediately. You can't befriend someone if you don't offer a piece of yourself in return.
Clare called me today. He sounded like shit. Must have been really tired. Going to an art gallery and seeing him looking like shit. Well, I probably should have recommended he just go him and sleep. I decided not to go, finish all my problem sets for tomorrow and next week, so that my weekend would be entirely free instead. That's assuming that we will hang out this weekend. We'll see. Drab still owes me that dinner and walk in the park.
My new obsession is Oliver Sacks. Jewish, British, and a neurologist. So hot.
It never really caught on until today, but the term ball-and-stick model used in chemistry is very dirty.
I wish I could value friendship the way I used to as a child. Back in second grade, this one kid in elementary school invited me to his birthday party. I went- the only thing I could remember about it involved a lot of obstacle courses because he was obsessed with that one show on nickelodeon- Double Dare? Legends of the Hidden Temple?
The only thing now that sticks out in my mind is this wooden carving in his computer room that belonged to his dad, a psychiatrist. It might not have been a representation of Shakespears, but that was what I had always believed it to be. Anyway, we formed a bond, but through what common interest? Kids at that age only care about a few things: games, games, games.
I used to eat at his place quite often, and his family would hold hands at the table to say prayer before we ate. This always weirded me out because I would always lower my head while prayer was said, even though I don't believe in the whole god thing. This trend, eating at friend's houses, was quite frequent- I would usually show up at least every week, often eating more than the family combined. Looking back on it, that was really quite intrusive of me, but if their own kids won't appreciate their parents' cooking, I might as well should, right?
He would also invite me to have sleepovers with him, also weird for me because growing up Asian, your parents usually don't allow for this sort of thing where you piggyback off other people, having to owe them later. My parents would never allow other families/friends to give anything to me without repaying them back, whether it be in meals or presents. I guess it was their way of always trying to stay "out of debt" with people.
My best friend at the time would also freak me out because he would show me pamphlets/manuals that his father gave him to teach him about the human body, that everything is natural and beautiful or whatever. He was always quick to point out the penises and vaginas and the detailed illustrations that served as examples of variety in the world. Years later in college, he came out of the closet, which makes this childhood story somewhat awkward for me to this day. That's my life, never dull with the awkward moments.
It was great until about middle school, I suppose the time when kids try to assert themselves in the social food chain. Some people would crack and conform, others would falter and do whatever it took to be accepted into that oh-so glorified niche of the popular group. My best friend was stricken with this illness. He would make fun of me whenever that crowd loomed around us. His jokes being meaner aside, his visits decreased, except at those critical moments in life when homework was due.
There's only one thing someone can do to survive: adapt. I became more selective about friendships, particularly for those that would last unconditionally.
Maybe this was why I chose not to open up to people immediately. You can't befriend someone if you don't offer a piece of yourself in return.
3.05.2008
parabiotic
Some fish can live over 200 years in age.
I was in a near-death state all day. I ate Indo Mie around 4AM, got up at 6 to prepare for my Alzheimer's presentation, had a protein shake at 7, and didn't get a chance to eat anything until 2PM. I finally fell asleep in class for once. I hope I wasn't snoring. Never again. On the other hand, I am almost an expert in Alzheimer's and can probably diagnose Leigh-ugh to see what her chances are.
Japantown's having a Cherry Blossom festival.
I was walking past the Queer section of the campus store to find a seat, only to find myself next to the Gender studies section. I picked out a book that had information on sexual fantasies/dreams and why we have them. I flipped to a section that included 14 reasons as to why we have such dreams. The first reason is wish fulfillment. You can't always believe everything you read.
What exactly does a Jewfro look like?
I was in a near-death state all day. I ate Indo Mie around 4AM, got up at 6 to prepare for my Alzheimer's presentation, had a protein shake at 7, and didn't get a chance to eat anything until 2PM. I finally fell asleep in class for once. I hope I wasn't snoring. Never again. On the other hand, I am almost an expert in Alzheimer's and can probably diagnose Leigh-ugh to see what her chances are.
Japantown's having a Cherry Blossom festival.
I was walking past the Queer section of the campus store to find a seat, only to find myself next to the Gender studies section. I picked out a book that had information on sexual fantasies/dreams and why we have them. I flipped to a section that included 14 reasons as to why we have such dreams. The first reason is wish fulfillment. You can't always believe everything you read.
What exactly does a Jewfro look like?
3.04.2008
hassalah
The one thing I find wrong with armpit hair is when it's staring at me in the face. Sticking out god knows how far from the sleeve of the guy standing next to me on the bus. Seriously, if your armpit hair protrudes that far from the sleeve of your shirt, either buy shirts with longer sleeves or just trim the damn thing. Nobody wants pubic hair staring back at them while riding public transit.
I'm presenting a case on Alzheimer's tomorrow. FINALLY I don't have to stay on campus until 6 anymore! What did one group member say to me in a group email? She thanked me for coming to meetings with a smile. It'll probably be the last time I see Drab 2.0 for an extended period of time, get rides home in a car. Then I'll have to downgrade back to Drab 1.0. Sigh.
On a not so brighter note, I have discovered the secret base of those Asian Christians running around campus scaring people. Well, I got their website in an email, but it's a start. http://ydjesus.org/
Forbes was right about Bhangra becoming a trend- the workers at the campus store were playing Indian music right after Mika and company.
My one week to splurge before detoxing on a healthy diet. So far this week: McDonald's, KFC, greasy Chinese, frozen pizzas, Lean Pockets, kettle chips. What will I have to look forward to after that? Unsalted matzos. Think- you can soak those crackers in water, squish them into a ball, and convert them into another Jewish treat. Mmm???
Crassie wants to take me back to South Beach when I go back to Texas.
I want a taste of Hillary. Apparently so does Texas.
I'm presenting a case on Alzheimer's tomorrow. FINALLY I don't have to stay on campus until 6 anymore! What did one group member say to me in a group email? She thanked me for coming to meetings with a smile. It'll probably be the last time I see Drab 2.0 for an extended period of time, get rides home in a car. Then I'll have to downgrade back to Drab 1.0. Sigh.
On a not so brighter note, I have discovered the secret base of those Asian Christians running around campus scaring people. Well, I got their website in an email, but it's a start. http://ydjesus.org/
Forbes was right about Bhangra becoming a trend- the workers at the campus store were playing Indian music right after Mika and company.
My one week to splurge before detoxing on a healthy diet. So far this week: McDonald's, KFC, greasy Chinese, frozen pizzas, Lean Pockets, kettle chips. What will I have to look forward to after that? Unsalted matzos. Think- you can soak those crackers in water, squish them into a ball, and convert them into another Jewish treat. Mmm???
Crassie wants to take me back to South Beach when I go back to Texas.
I want a taste of Hillary. Apparently so does Texas.
3.03.2008
manscaping
Life is a cabaret.
For the girl that can't give a simple answer about which sexual position is her favorite, I picture her indecisiveness as her spinning like a top atop the guy's penis. "Which way do I go, which way do I go?"
Staring down at my neuroendo notes today, it would seem that my note-taking skills have not improved a bit since college. It's still a clutter of text right around the handout, 6 slides to a page.
Then again, some people just don't take notes at all. Whenever Drab sat next to me in Genetics with Dr. Stewart, I would always notice him peering over onto my paper, followed by him writing down whatever he found pertinent from my sheets. The rest of the time he would just be fidgeting- to the point where it shook my seat as well- or drawing caricatures of Dr. Stewart: huge thick black glasses, with one hand tapping the back of the other hand. Janey and My-oh-Myra as well, in Animal Behavior when I was still in that class. One on the left would look at my notes, then the one on the right. Even if I could pick up and write down everything, I couldn't retain any of the information. Such is the drawback of not being able to multi-task. Then again, I'm a guy. Girls are supposed to be better at multi-tasking than guys, who basically have a one-track mind. My mind's derailed. Gay always had good notes. Clare and Lizbean just had nice moleskines or other pocket books in which they imprinted their fanciful handwriting.
I thought I bombed the linear algebra midterm. I picked up my test today. 40 out of 40. I was so giddy. Getting more excited over math tests than science tests. Maybe my inner math nerd hasn't died yet.
For the girl that can't give a simple answer about which sexual position is her favorite, I picture her indecisiveness as her spinning like a top atop the guy's penis. "Which way do I go, which way do I go?"
Staring down at my neuroendo notes today, it would seem that my note-taking skills have not improved a bit since college. It's still a clutter of text right around the handout, 6 slides to a page.
Then again, some people just don't take notes at all. Whenever Drab sat next to me in Genetics with Dr. Stewart, I would always notice him peering over onto my paper, followed by him writing down whatever he found pertinent from my sheets. The rest of the time he would just be fidgeting- to the point where it shook my seat as well- or drawing caricatures of Dr. Stewart: huge thick black glasses, with one hand tapping the back of the other hand. Janey and My-oh-Myra as well, in Animal Behavior when I was still in that class. One on the left would look at my notes, then the one on the right. Even if I could pick up and write down everything, I couldn't retain any of the information. Such is the drawback of not being able to multi-task. Then again, I'm a guy. Girls are supposed to be better at multi-tasking than guys, who basically have a one-track mind. My mind's derailed. Gay always had good notes. Clare and Lizbean just had nice moleskines or other pocket books in which they imprinted their fanciful handwriting.
I thought I bombed the linear algebra midterm. I picked up my test today. 40 out of 40. I was so giddy. Getting more excited over math tests than science tests. Maybe my inner math nerd hasn't died yet.
fecal boli
This lady had a button with I<3NNY on it. Is that a reference to Futurama?
Another woman behind me in the lunch line today was sniffing very loudly.
Notable quote read in the bathroom: "God punished the thief, the Devil punished the others. -Voltaire" They spelled Voltaire with no "i". Anyone have a reference for that line?
Another notable quote on the same wall: "I like to lick fresh asshole after a nice shower."
No matter how clean you think you're going to get after a bath, an asshole is still dirty. Like they said, don't take candy from strangers. So don't take candy from strangers' assholes, either.
This one girl said banana like "buh nah nah." British?
Drab 2.0 even has a beer gut. And chest hair. The resemblance is too striking. Surprisingly, only 6% of Caucasian men do not have chest hair.
Another woman behind me in the lunch line today was sniffing very loudly.
Notable quote read in the bathroom: "God punished the thief, the Devil punished the others. -Voltaire" They spelled Voltaire with no "i". Anyone have a reference for that line?
Another notable quote on the same wall: "I like to lick fresh asshole after a nice shower."
No matter how clean you think you're going to get after a bath, an asshole is still dirty. Like they said, don't take candy from strangers. So don't take candy from strangers' assholes, either.
This one girl said banana like "buh nah nah." British?
Drab 2.0 even has a beer gut. And chest hair. The resemblance is too striking. Surprisingly, only 6% of Caucasian men do not have chest hair.
3.02.2008
rockapella
Why yes it is stevia! Good job, gumshoe! Wasn't that the novice rank in that game? Where in the USA/World is Carmen SanDiego? That led me to start youtubing, where I came across this gem of a find:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=5OueTGtbUyk&feature=related
OH! SO GOOD!!! Most hilarious point in that intro was this Asian girl dancing at 0:17. If you EVER find a girl that prances around like that bending side from her hip, you tell me. Rhyming Mona Lisa with Leaning Tower of Pisa? Genious!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=MSl454jqwgo
If Rockapella sang in every commercial, I would buy whatever it is they were advertising. Come on now, who doesn't want a hoo-wop-shoo-bop after one more cup of Folger's?
http://youtube.com/watch?v=DW1V1tFRcA0&feature=related
Here's another one where the parents wake up to Folger's coffee. If they hadn't clipped out the last part of the clip after the grandma had gotten her coffee, you would have heard her say to her son, "Now get the fuck out of my house!"
Sophbox! Wha?!?! Reading of my blog aloud in your room?!?! Please tell me that isn't so. Oh god I'm so embarrassed right now haha. Yet imagining the four of you huddled around a laptop just to have story time with my blog- I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted. Have fun in NYC. And yes, spill all on the greasy details of your delectable trip.
The only person that I know I can talk to about Taco Bell would be Mousse. I remember how she always went on these Taco Bell runs, often eliciting disgusted expressions from a lot of people's faces. Secretly, I was reminiscing about all the times I went to Taco Bell during high school, which was once- maybe even twice- a week, once I was allowed to go off campus for lunch. Oh right, what would I say to her? The increase in prices to where their tacos aren't 79 cents anymore, and how they're switched to purple packets for the hot taco sauce. Perhaps it was an ingenious move on their part for people too colorblind to distinguish the hot and fiery varieties.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=5OueTGtbUyk&feature=related
OH! SO GOOD!!! Most hilarious point in that intro was this Asian girl dancing at 0:17. If you EVER find a girl that prances around like that bending side from her hip, you tell me. Rhyming Mona Lisa with Leaning Tower of Pisa? Genious!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=MSl454jqwgo
If Rockapella sang in every commercial, I would buy whatever it is they were advertising. Come on now, who doesn't want a hoo-wop-shoo-bop after one more cup of Folger's?
http://youtube.com/watch?v=DW1V1tFRcA0&feature=related
Here's another one where the parents wake up to Folger's coffee. If they hadn't clipped out the last part of the clip after the grandma had gotten her coffee, you would have heard her say to her son, "Now get the fuck out of my house!"
Sophbox! Wha?!?! Reading of my blog aloud in your room?!?! Please tell me that isn't so. Oh god I'm so embarrassed right now haha. Yet imagining the four of you huddled around a laptop just to have story time with my blog- I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted. Have fun in NYC. And yes, spill all on the greasy details of your delectable trip.
The only person that I know I can talk to about Taco Bell would be Mousse. I remember how she always went on these Taco Bell runs, often eliciting disgusted expressions from a lot of people's faces. Secretly, I was reminiscing about all the times I went to Taco Bell during high school, which was once- maybe even twice- a week, once I was allowed to go off campus for lunch. Oh right, what would I say to her? The increase in prices to where their tacos aren't 79 cents anymore, and how they're switched to purple packets for the hot taco sauce. Perhaps it was an ingenious move on their part for people too colorblind to distinguish the hot and fiery varieties.
Alzheimer
There was this Indian girl in my high school, who used to compete in the same math and science group as me, only she were 3 years younger than me. We had this game of truth or dare on the bus where we asked each other if you would consider dating a specific person. The group picked me as the target for this lady, and she actually said yes.
4 or so years later, I'm where I am, and she is at USC. She actually befriended me on Facebook a few years before now, but only recently have I noticed her picture. Her long nappy hair is no longer nappy. In fact, it's quite nice in length, healthy and shiny as well. Her awkward braces are gone, and as my eyes keep trailing down I notice something that I never saw while she was in high school: a nice rack. Talk about ripe for the pickings.
Odd thing is, I never would have considered going out with her back in the day. I think I actually lied on that question when it came my turn, directed towards her. She was actually one of those Indian girls that would even consider interracial dating unlike the rest of the group at my school: going to Indian-only parties. It was sad thinking how my brother was someone who actually wanted- might still want- to be part of that group even though he didn't exactly fit the racial profile.
NO MORE FRIED CHICKEN! And I was partially wrong about keeping oranges for an extended period of time in the fridge. 2 out of 3 times the orange will be fine. I cut through my third one today, just to check because I found a soft spot on the skin, and to my horror found gray/green/blue interspersed throughout the pulp.
4 or so years later, I'm where I am, and she is at USC. She actually befriended me on Facebook a few years before now, but only recently have I noticed her picture. Her long nappy hair is no longer nappy. In fact, it's quite nice in length, healthy and shiny as well. Her awkward braces are gone, and as my eyes keep trailing down I notice something that I never saw while she was in high school: a nice rack. Talk about ripe for the pickings.
Odd thing is, I never would have considered going out with her back in the day. I think I actually lied on that question when it came my turn, directed towards her. She was actually one of those Indian girls that would even consider interracial dating unlike the rest of the group at my school: going to Indian-only parties. It was sad thinking how my brother was someone who actually wanted- might still want- to be part of that group even though he didn't exactly fit the racial profile.
NO MORE FRIED CHICKEN! And I was partially wrong about keeping oranges for an extended period of time in the fridge. 2 out of 3 times the orange will be fine. I cut through my third one today, just to check because I found a soft spot on the skin, and to my horror found gray/green/blue interspersed throughout the pulp.
3.01.2008
wabi sabi
My father was a mechanic. My mother was a doctor. Since so far nobody has discredited the fact that I am their son, then maybe my interests and skills are genetically related to them. A surgeon is essentially a mechanic. They fix things, specifically the human body. They're not quite doctors since they perform a few procedures routinely, and yet don't try to solve every problem with a written slip for prescription drugs. My parents ultimately ended up becoming cooks. Could that possibly end up being a mirror reflection of my life? Working as a surgeon for a number of years only to end up as a chef? Right now, it wouldn't seem like a bad idea.
There's a plant in Paraguay that's currently used as a sweetener in food. All natural, 300 times sweeter than sugar, without those nasty industrial chemicals. While it may seem tempting for one going on a healthy diet, I find unnatural sugar to be more than I can bear.
I'm reading neuropharmacology. Alzheimer's- pathology, etiology, diagnosis, symptoms, treatment, molecular mechanisms. Having the closest thing to a mental orgasm. I hate that I like neuroscience. Why why why.
Oranges: best fruit to leave in the fridge for 3 months and still stay fresh. I decided to cut the oranges that my parents left over Thanksgiving before they get moldy. So ripe! So good! I ended up swallowing the last few slices.
There's a plant in Paraguay that's currently used as a sweetener in food. All natural, 300 times sweeter than sugar, without those nasty industrial chemicals. While it may seem tempting for one going on a healthy diet, I find unnatural sugar to be more than I can bear.
I'm reading neuropharmacology. Alzheimer's- pathology, etiology, diagnosis, symptoms, treatment, molecular mechanisms. Having the closest thing to a mental orgasm. I hate that I like neuroscience. Why why why.
Oranges: best fruit to leave in the fridge for 3 months and still stay fresh. I decided to cut the oranges that my parents left over Thanksgiving before they get moldy. So ripe! So good! I ended up swallowing the last few slices.
menchikatsu
Even fried food on cartoon shows look appetizing. Oh...
They sell sea shells down by the Safeway.
Fat-free: pump-spray butter, ricotta, sour cream.
Low sodium: pasta sauce, tomato sauce, diced tomatoes, canned chicken, canned tuna, canned sardines.
All-natural: peanut butter, maple syrup.
Cornmeal, applesauce, edamame, red wine vinegar, balsamic vinegar, Worcestershire sauce, hot pepper sauce, honey/dijon mustard, tofu.
That's not even half the list yet. And after all that's done, I have to get kitchen utensils and purchase meat/produce on a daily basis depending on the meal I cook.
Where should I go in SF if I want to run?
I can tell you where you should go if you want to encounter shitty drivers, and that's SF. This old Asian guy just drove forward and turned right on a red stoplight when he SHOULD have yielded to the pedestrian, me. Coming back from the supermarket, I cross 19th only to find this car stopped right in the middle of the crosswalk, inconveniencing me, the pedestrian. Either I can go around the front of his car and risk getting hit by ongoing traffic or I go around the rear bumper and have to squeeze through because the car behind him likes tailgating. Soon after this BMW turns swiftly in front of me just to pull into the gas station. Again, the pedestrian yields, but gets to laugh at the asshole scraping the bottom of his car as he drives up the incline.
They sell sea shells down by the Safeway.
Fat-free: pump-spray butter, ricotta, sour cream.
Low sodium: pasta sauce, tomato sauce, diced tomatoes, canned chicken, canned tuna, canned sardines.
All-natural: peanut butter, maple syrup.
Cornmeal, applesauce, edamame, red wine vinegar, balsamic vinegar, Worcestershire sauce, hot pepper sauce, honey/dijon mustard, tofu.
That's not even half the list yet. And after all that's done, I have to get kitchen utensils and purchase meat/produce on a daily basis depending on the meal I cook.
Where should I go in SF if I want to run?
I can tell you where you should go if you want to encounter shitty drivers, and that's SF. This old Asian guy just drove forward and turned right on a red stoplight when he SHOULD have yielded to the pedestrian, me. Coming back from the supermarket, I cross 19th only to find this car stopped right in the middle of the crosswalk, inconveniencing me, the pedestrian. Either I can go around the front of his car and risk getting hit by ongoing traffic or I go around the rear bumper and have to squeeze through because the car behind him likes tailgating. Soon after this BMW turns swiftly in front of me just to pull into the gas station. Again, the pedestrian yields, but gets to laugh at the asshole scraping the bottom of his car as he drives up the incline.
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