My mind's been out of it today...
During lunch, I started pouring water but daydreamed about something elsewhere before realizing that the cup was overflowing with water onto the kitchen table.
Then at dinner, I had planned on making an American dish, chicken chili, going off my chili craze.
I started adding eggs to the chicken, cayenne pepper, paprika, black pepper, Worcestershire sauce, basil, dill weed, savory, garlic, and mixing them all together. Chopped the yellow onion, chopped the green beans, and before you know it, I was adding oyster sauce, sesame oil, and soy sauce to the ground chicken, and then tofu, and then black beans, and then more soy sauce and preserved bean curd. Before you know it, I ended up with an Asian fusion dish.
I made Asian fusion?! And I liked it?! NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good thing I regained consciousness and stopped myself at all that before adding the chili-flavored pinto beans. Guess my default style in the kitchen is to instinctively make Chinese food.
I wish I had rice with this; since I had planned on making chlli, I was just going to use tortilla chips to scoop it up. Sigh...
5.29.2008
5.24.2008
state of eritrea
So I was laying in bed trying to stay all warm, when this sudden thought came to mind.
I was imagining that if I were to have sex with a woman, it would have to be at the top of a staircase. Only thing is, I also imagine something awkward to happen, i.e., me letting go and the girl ends up falling down the entire flight of stairs. And then breaking her neck or other bones in her body.
I have good reason not to have sex...
Then I just remembered that they're selling strawberries for $1/lb. as well as eggs for $1/dozen at Safeway. AHHHH!!!!
I'm off.
I was imagining that if I were to have sex with a woman, it would have to be at the top of a staircase. Only thing is, I also imagine something awkward to happen, i.e., me letting go and the girl ends up falling down the entire flight of stairs. And then breaking her neck or other bones in her body.
I have good reason not to have sex...
Then I just remembered that they're selling strawberries for $1/lb. as well as eggs for $1/dozen at Safeway. AHHHH!!!!
I'm off.
5.22.2008
yooper
I suppose I should something more productive than laying in bed all day. But it's so soft and warm under the sheets.
You know that feeling where you run around in your apartment and your dong is flopping around between your legs? It just makes you think: I'm a man!
So Poorneel arrived on the 23rd in the afternoon, when I had only 2 hours of sleep the day of, to go to some concert in SF. My brother had arrived the night before to stay a night before leaving for Napa. Poorneel and I ate at New Eritrea. OH, the sourdough bread. The meat and vegetable combination. The way the bread tastes even when soggy. The beer!
Then in the next day we- Clare, Nehertiti, Poorneel and I- started out with all-you-can-eat hot pot/korean bbq/shaved ice/boba tea/sushi. All that meat and vegetables and noodles. OHHH! Following that was Tartine for a lemon tart, swinging at Dolores Park (?), Sushi Bistro for dinner with brother and girl, beer at a jazz bar later that night.
Then came Sunday. Dim Sum at South Sea, yogurt at Tutti Melon, Banh Mi at Happy Donut, a lemon meringue tart at La Boulange, Italian for dinner at Sicily U.S. with red wine. I also picked up a book on How We Die at Out of the Closet.
Then there was Chinese breakfast along Taraval, a day at the Exploratorium. And finally dehydration at Cha Ya with Drab. Honestly, I ended up drinking liters of water the next day; I was dying of thirst.
My budget in those 4 days of eating probably exceeded Drab's budget on food per month. Needless to say, it was a shot of ecstasy, being able to go out and eat dinner with people without too much complaint about the food. It wasn't even pricey food- we just ended up constantly eating which racked up the bill, not that I'm complaining.
Everyone ended up meeting my brother and his girlfriend. I met Poorneel's friends. Nehertiti was oddly friendly- even though Indians and Asians usually get along, I got the feeling that she was into Asian boys. My suspicions were confirmed later when Poorneel told me about her past boyfriends- all being either Asian or half-Asian. So if the Indian girls go for the Asian guys (brother and girl, Nehertiti and boy), and the Asian girls go for the white guys (Lilypad and B－米, Janey and Dan), does that leave white girls with Indian guys? Or do I need to factor in more races to complete this circle?
It's been a week, so my only method of showing the feeling from the food I fed upon those four days can be summed up with an emoticon: ^-^! Looking at the pictures taken of me from the all-you-can-eat BBQ, my eyes really do curve up like that when I'm happy/smiling. Ugh.
2nd grade: the first year when they started the gifted and talented program (GT) for the above-average kids at school. I think we met only for math, though. I always wanted to kick everyone's ass on this timed math test with 100 problems that you were supposed to finish in 2 minutes. You were graded on speed and accuracy- like most things in life. My friend claims that he beat me once during the year. I argue otherwise. But all in all it was a fun time having two teachers and meeting the few people who could give you a challenge, if any. My teacher actually used to go to my parents' former restaurant. She still remembers me... I remember having to take a picture with her at this fake luau party we had near the end of the year- embarrassing moment. I think I was wearing swimming trunks when the photo was taken. SO awkward, UGH. I was the kid with the two large front teeth because the first set had fallen out months before. I wore the knee-length white socks and the pink-and-white striped shirt. If only I hadn't let my mom dress me at that age... Bugle Boys! That was one of the brands of shorts that I wore. Horrible!
You know that feeling where you run around in your apartment and your dong is flopping around between your legs? It just makes you think: I'm a man!
So Poorneel arrived on the 23rd in the afternoon, when I had only 2 hours of sleep the day of, to go to some concert in SF. My brother had arrived the night before to stay a night before leaving for Napa. Poorneel and I ate at New Eritrea. OH, the sourdough bread. The meat and vegetable combination. The way the bread tastes even when soggy. The beer!
Then in the next day we- Clare, Nehertiti, Poorneel and I- started out with all-you-can-eat hot pot/korean bbq/shaved ice/boba tea/sushi. All that meat and vegetables and noodles. OHHH! Following that was Tartine for a lemon tart, swinging at Dolores Park (?), Sushi Bistro for dinner with brother and girl, beer at a jazz bar later that night.
Then came Sunday. Dim Sum at South Sea, yogurt at Tutti Melon, Banh Mi at Happy Donut, a lemon meringue tart at La Boulange, Italian for dinner at Sicily U.S. with red wine. I also picked up a book on How We Die at Out of the Closet.
Then there was Chinese breakfast along Taraval, a day at the Exploratorium. And finally dehydration at Cha Ya with Drab. Honestly, I ended up drinking liters of water the next day; I was dying of thirst.
My budget in those 4 days of eating probably exceeded Drab's budget on food per month. Needless to say, it was a shot of ecstasy, being able to go out and eat dinner with people without too much complaint about the food. It wasn't even pricey food- we just ended up constantly eating which racked up the bill, not that I'm complaining.
Everyone ended up meeting my brother and his girlfriend. I met Poorneel's friends. Nehertiti was oddly friendly- even though Indians and Asians usually get along, I got the feeling that she was into Asian boys. My suspicions were confirmed later when Poorneel told me about her past boyfriends- all being either Asian or half-Asian. So if the Indian girls go for the Asian guys (brother and girl, Nehertiti and boy), and the Asian girls go for the white guys (Lilypad and B－米, Janey and Dan), does that leave white girls with Indian guys? Or do I need to factor in more races to complete this circle?
It's been a week, so my only method of showing the feeling from the food I fed upon those four days can be summed up with an emoticon: ^-^! Looking at the pictures taken of me from the all-you-can-eat BBQ, my eyes really do curve up like that when I'm happy/smiling. Ugh.
2nd grade: the first year when they started the gifted and talented program (GT) for the above-average kids at school. I think we met only for math, though. I always wanted to kick everyone's ass on this timed math test with 100 problems that you were supposed to finish in 2 minutes. You were graded on speed and accuracy- like most things in life. My friend claims that he beat me once during the year. I argue otherwise. But all in all it was a fun time having two teachers and meeting the few people who could give you a challenge, if any. My teacher actually used to go to my parents' former restaurant. She still remembers me... I remember having to take a picture with her at this fake luau party we had near the end of the year- embarrassing moment. I think I was wearing swimming trunks when the photo was taken. SO awkward, UGH. I was the kid with the two large front teeth because the first set had fallen out months before. I wore the knee-length white socks and the pink-and-white striped shirt. If only I hadn't let my mom dress me at that age... Bugle Boys! That was one of the brands of shorts that I wore. Horrible!
carbonara
The mark of excellence in cooking is always to be able to duplicate the same dish. I had plans... plans that aren't going through. I bet it was because I used minced garlic instead of fresh garlic. The proportions of the spices were wrong, too. Stupid chili. Still, I ended up having a food coma last night. Shouldn't have eaten that third bowl...
MCAT is back in season/session. Aye.
With my chili last night, I used those Tostito's scoops. I ended up eating 7/10 of the 10-serving bag.
My relatives are going to Europe without me. This is what I get for thinking about my future success instead of living in the moment. I'm sure you all can tell which is always the better option.
I need to find another friend in SF. Maybe I'll start looking for a Drab replacement, so that Drab isn't the only option I have to choose from when I have exciting news/food to share.
Oh right, weekend with Poorneel. Next time. And... second grade of my life?
MCAT is back in season/session. Aye.
With my chili last night, I used those Tostito's scoops. I ended up eating 7/10 of the 10-serving bag.
My relatives are going to Europe without me. This is what I get for thinking about my future success instead of living in the moment. I'm sure you all can tell which is always the better option.
I need to find another friend in SF. Maybe I'll start looking for a Drab replacement, so that Drab isn't the only option I have to choose from when I have exciting news/food to share.
Oh right, weekend with Poorneel. Next time. And... second grade of my life?
suspicious minds
My word, I haven't had this much fun in so long. I wonder I didn't do this more often during the school year. Eating out for lunch, afternoon snacks, dinner, desserts, beer, wine, sake. Traveling all over town- I think I've pretty much covered every district in San Francisco in the past few days with the exception of the low-income neighborhoods. I really should make time to write back to Jalto's and Lizbian's emails, but I have to prepare for this volunteer interview at 3:00PM.
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Corrections: tried to get to the interview, the door was locked, nobody would answer, tried the room posted on the door, no room with that number existed, gave up and headed to UCSF to turn in a volunteer application. I find myself going to UCSF every week now. Ugh.
I talked to my parents again today. About what else- my future. My mom called me over the phone, asking what I want to do, and I tell her that I want to be in __ after this summer. What happens after that? They just tell me to not waste my time. Somehow I thought it would be much more difficult than that. It feels like I'm always pulling rank on my parents...
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Corrections: tried to get to the interview, the door was locked, nobody would answer, tried the room posted on the door, no room with that number existed, gave up and headed to UCSF to turn in a volunteer application. I find myself going to UCSF every week now. Ugh.
I talked to my parents again today. About what else- my future. My mom called me over the phone, asking what I want to do, and I tell her that I want to be in __ after this summer. What happens after that? They just tell me to not waste my time. Somehow I thought it would be much more difficult than that. It feels like I'm always pulling rank on my parents...
xerostomia
It's been about 4 days since I've last posted- mainly being preoccupied with housing/hosting Poorneel in these few days.
I guess I'll start with tonight and work backwards, start with the b_ad and then go towards the better.
ChaYa. B/B+, closer to the B. So Poorneel wanted to hang out with Drab, and Drab was just coming in after having been home for a week. SO I end up having dinner with Drab, and you all know how those usually end.
Well, don't expect anything different from this story! The only change was that Megara also came along for the ride, who, I should note, did NOT finish her dinner, leaving a gyoza, plenty of vegetables, and that soup. OH the soup. Drab had the nerve to ask me, "How was it?" I was contemplating between hurting his feelings in front of everyone versus retaining my thoughts to myself, when he assumed from my silence that the dinner might have been decent. My advice is always to expect the worst.
First of all, under the restaurant name was vegetarian Japanese cuisine. What could be so wrong about this subtext? VEGETARIAN. I eat everything; everyone knows that. So when I eat dinner, I should expect to eat vegetables AND meat. Experiences with vegetarian Asian places, as Janey also knows, unsuccessfully remove meat from their dishes in trying to create an animal-friendly menu. Vegetarian cuisine of any sort automatically tells me that no matter how much I eat, I will definitely be hungry within 3 hours. I'm blogging right now- I've been starving since 1:00 AM.
Nigori brand sake. Tolerable for me. One shot glass STILL gets me flushed. Ugh.
My dish- Sansai. An udon noodle soup dish with a melody of vegetables. Finely sliced cucumbers, carrots, straw mushrooms, soft udon noodles. So what's the problem? That it was all bathed in the most msg-laden, salt marsh of a soup. How would you feel if you were stuck in the desert, and every attempt at quenching your thirst with water ended up with you eating salt? Imagine that as I try to drench my noodles and vegetables in soup in order to moisten the meal. The more I drank, the thirstier I became, the worse my dry mouth got. Here's the treatment for such a condition according to Wiki: "Treatment involves finding any correctable causes and fixing those if possible. In many cases it is not possible to correct the xerostomia itself, and treatment focuses on relieving the symptoms and preventing cavities." What causes can I correct- Drab. He needs to get fixed.
If Drab could even accomplish a minute fraction of what it was like to have meals with Poorneel in any of the 4 days that he's been here- I don't know what would happen; I MAY just fall in love. I don't see Drab for a week and this is how he greets me- with a warm, salty, dehydrated welcome. Scratching himself all over at dinner too. I guess the itch has traveled from the head/scalp down to the entire torso. The whirlwind of savory morsels in the past 4 days- I guess all good things must come to an end, where Drab's always there waiting. How dependable...
One nice thing, though. I was pleasantly surprised with Megara tonight. I can actually stand one of Drab's friends for for an extended period of time- that being past 8 minutes. I've also been watching the Disney classic Hercules and favor Megara's only song in the movie, "I won't say I'm in love."
Poorneel had suggested that I was biased, and that he overruled my judgment. What?! Overruling MY judgment?! Inconceivable! Final note: I am ALWAYS objective about food. My parents live in fear because of my unwavering honesty with respect to gustation. NEVER assume that my lack of complaint at the dinner table directly translates to me thinking the meal was decent.
Good night.
I guess I'll start with tonight and work backwards, start with the b_ad and then go towards the better.
ChaYa. B/B+, closer to the B. So Poorneel wanted to hang out with Drab, and Drab was just coming in after having been home for a week. SO I end up having dinner with Drab, and you all know how those usually end.
Well, don't expect anything different from this story! The only change was that Megara also came along for the ride, who, I should note, did NOT finish her dinner, leaving a gyoza, plenty of vegetables, and that soup. OH the soup. Drab had the nerve to ask me, "How was it?" I was contemplating between hurting his feelings in front of everyone versus retaining my thoughts to myself, when he assumed from my silence that the dinner might have been decent. My advice is always to expect the worst.
First of all, under the restaurant name was vegetarian Japanese cuisine. What could be so wrong about this subtext? VEGETARIAN. I eat everything; everyone knows that. So when I eat dinner, I should expect to eat vegetables AND meat. Experiences with vegetarian Asian places, as Janey also knows, unsuccessfully remove meat from their dishes in trying to create an animal-friendly menu. Vegetarian cuisine of any sort automatically tells me that no matter how much I eat, I will definitely be hungry within 3 hours. I'm blogging right now- I've been starving since 1:00 AM.
Nigori brand sake. Tolerable for me. One shot glass STILL gets me flushed. Ugh.
My dish- Sansai. An udon noodle soup dish with a melody of vegetables. Finely sliced cucumbers, carrots, straw mushrooms, soft udon noodles. So what's the problem? That it was all bathed in the most msg-laden, salt marsh of a soup. How would you feel if you were stuck in the desert, and every attempt at quenching your thirst with water ended up with you eating salt? Imagine that as I try to drench my noodles and vegetables in soup in order to moisten the meal. The more I drank, the thirstier I became, the worse my dry mouth got. Here's the treatment for such a condition according to Wiki: "Treatment involves finding any correctable causes and fixing those if possible. In many cases it is not possible to correct the xerostomia itself, and treatment focuses on relieving the symptoms and preventing cavities." What causes can I correct- Drab. He needs to get fixed.
If Drab could even accomplish a minute fraction of what it was like to have meals with Poorneel in any of the 4 days that he's been here- I don't know what would happen; I MAY just fall in love. I don't see Drab for a week and this is how he greets me- with a warm, salty, dehydrated welcome. Scratching himself all over at dinner too. I guess the itch has traveled from the head/scalp down to the entire torso. The whirlwind of savory morsels in the past 4 days- I guess all good things must come to an end, where Drab's always there waiting. How dependable...
One nice thing, though. I was pleasantly surprised with Megara tonight. I can actually stand one of Drab's friends for for an extended period of time- that being past 8 minutes. I've also been watching the Disney classic Hercules and favor Megara's only song in the movie, "I won't say I'm in love."
Poorneel had suggested that I was biased, and that he overruled my judgment. What?! Overruling MY judgment?! Inconceivable! Final note: I am ALWAYS objective about food. My parents live in fear because of my unwavering honesty with respect to gustation. NEVER assume that my lack of complaint at the dinner table directly translates to me thinking the meal was decent.
Good night.
peabo bryson
There's actually a manga version of The Legend of Zelda... circa 1996?
I have to be patient. I can't expect everything to come all at once. But they're coming, little by little. Making all the pieces fit has been taking a while, but there's no need to rush. While it may not be the original artwork, what's going to come out as whole again is entirely new.
Who knows, maybe I'll be nice again. Or do you people not want that?
Kindergarten- there was this set of 12 short story books, all with different-colored bindings, one of which included the Three Billy Goats Gruff. Somehow these books were so fascinating to me at that age. My compulsive behavior led me to numbering the order in which the books read during class at the top of each book, with a sharpie. Only problem was, we were supposed to return those books at the end of the year- they were loaned to us. But I really liked those books- Hey Diddle Diddle might have been one of them as well- so I didn't quite tell the teacher the truth when she asked where my books were. I wanted to keep them so badly, so I told her I lost them. Yeah...
My first grade teacher- curly brown hair, sweet, and kind, even if her husband seemed like one of those sex-craved perverts with his mustache and manner of speech. In my spiral, I would write down the names of every student in class, trying to memorize them. I even found out my teacher's middle name. One of the more unique ones I've seen at that age- Canon. She always wondered how I ever found out, but I never told her. I suppose I was observant even at that age. The thing is, it was a simple as reading the mailing label on the Highlights for Children magazines she stored in the classroom. One of the more embarrassing things I did with this list of names was to add at the bottom, "I <3 _____," the blank being the name of my teacher in whichever grade I was attending. I'm hoping my mom doesn't have those anymore. That pattern probably continued until around 5th grade. The teachers were always one thing in school that I never found to be problematic.
Next: 1st grade revisited, my mother the doctor, more embarrassing moments.
I have to be patient. I can't expect everything to come all at once. But they're coming, little by little. Making all the pieces fit has been taking a while, but there's no need to rush. While it may not be the original artwork, what's going to come out as whole again is entirely new.
Who knows, maybe I'll be nice again. Or do you people not want that?
Kindergarten- there was this set of 12 short story books, all with different-colored bindings, one of which included the Three Billy Goats Gruff. Somehow these books were so fascinating to me at that age. My compulsive behavior led me to numbering the order in which the books read during class at the top of each book, with a sharpie. Only problem was, we were supposed to return those books at the end of the year- they were loaned to us. But I really liked those books- Hey Diddle Diddle might have been one of them as well- so I didn't quite tell the teacher the truth when she asked where my books were. I wanted to keep them so badly, so I told her I lost them. Yeah...
My first grade teacher- curly brown hair, sweet, and kind, even if her husband seemed like one of those sex-craved perverts with his mustache and manner of speech. In my spiral, I would write down the names of every student in class, trying to memorize them. I even found out my teacher's middle name. One of the more unique ones I've seen at that age- Canon. She always wondered how I ever found out, but I never told her. I suppose I was observant even at that age. The thing is, it was a simple as reading the mailing label on the Highlights for Children magazines she stored in the classroom. One of the more embarrassing things I did with this list of names was to add at the bottom, "I <3 _____," the blank being the name of my teacher in whichever grade I was attending. I'm hoping my mom doesn't have those anymore. That pattern probably continued until around 5th grade. The teachers were always one thing in school that I never found to be problematic.
Next: 1st grade revisited, my mother the doctor, more embarrassing moments.
5.21.2008
julius axelrod
MMM, an A in another class! And the chili! This week would have been better if my brother hadn't told me that he was bringing his girlfriend's dog, which I have to babysit while they're sleeping away in Napa Valley. That bastard doesn't even drink that much. He better bring me back a bottle of wine, even if I don't drink that much either.
My mind keeps volleying back and forth between staying in SF or going to LA when my lease ends in September.
When I was younger, I would always cry whenever I had to leave California- whether it be moving away or just visiting for the summer. It was just one of the few places I associated with being happy in my childhood- playing games with my cousins, getting to eat my grandmother's cooking every day, being taken to theme parks by my aunts and uncles.
As much as I like brief, blunt conversations, twitter is rubbing me in all the wrong ways.
So my brother is about to come in a few hours, and I try to set up the airbed, only to find that it doesn't fit in the extra room! And the fan that pumps up the bed has no juice! And if you're trying to charge the fan, it won't run at the same time! And I have three finals to study for! I miss video games.
My mind keeps volleying back and forth between staying in SF or going to LA when my lease ends in September.
When I was younger, I would always cry whenever I had to leave California- whether it be moving away or just visiting for the summer. It was just one of the few places I associated with being happy in my childhood- playing games with my cousins, getting to eat my grandmother's cooking every day, being taken to theme parks by my aunts and uncles.
As much as I like brief, blunt conversations, twitter is rubbing me in all the wrong ways.
So my brother is about to come in a few hours, and I try to set up the airbed, only to find that it doesn't fit in the extra room! And the fan that pumps up the bed has no juice! And if you're trying to charge the fan, it won't run at the same time! And I have three finals to study for! I miss video games.
jobox
When I like to party, I only want to get down.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=EwSH6S40yME
My group's new single has dropped, come check out our hot dance moves. I think Clare's the blonde rapper. I forget which ones are Sophbox, Mousse, and co.
Tonight, after the second try, I think I fine-tuned the ingredients to my hearty chili to almost perfect proportions. I don't know, I just started feeling so happy after the first bowl! What a rush of euphoria. So I'm incapable of loving people. Doesn't mean I can't share my love of food. It's too bad Drab, Clare, and Leigh-Ugh are out of town- it would have been great right off the stove. The only difficult part now is to be able to reproduce the same results and effects again.
It was one of the more life-altering moments, going from a predominantly Hispanic/Asian community to mostly Caucasian. Previously blending in with the crowd, I was now immediately singled out because of discrepancies with my outward appearance and my cultural background. Being the only Asian kid in class, transferring to and attending a completely new school, having to adjust to this drastic change in setting was daunting, to say the least. My first day of school, I could remember just getting lost in the hallways (yeah, I still had a bad sense of direction back then), looking at the clocks, realizing I was late for class. My mother couldn't really help since she had to go to work, and still didn't know English well enough to offer any help. I just stood there crying because I didn't know what to do. If I moved, I would probably get more lost. If I didn't move, I wouldn't get anywhere. Is this what they call a Catch 22? Then, this older student came up to me, asking if I were lost, asking which teacher I had and the classroom number, and just took me there in a matter of minutes. You'd think if someone were this nice, then everyone else would be nice. The only issue with other children at that age is that they instantly pick up on whatever's foreign to them and, due to their curious nature, try to figure out why something or someone doesn't fit their idea of normal.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=EwSH6S40yME
My group's new single has dropped, come check out our hot dance moves. I think Clare's the blonde rapper. I forget which ones are Sophbox, Mousse, and co.
Tonight, after the second try, I think I fine-tuned the ingredients to my hearty chili to almost perfect proportions. I don't know, I just started feeling so happy after the first bowl! What a rush of euphoria. So I'm incapable of loving people. Doesn't mean I can't share my love of food. It's too bad Drab, Clare, and Leigh-Ugh are out of town- it would have been great right off the stove. The only difficult part now is to be able to reproduce the same results and effects again.
It was one of the more life-altering moments, going from a predominantly Hispanic/Asian community to mostly Caucasian. Previously blending in with the crowd, I was now immediately singled out because of discrepancies with my outward appearance and my cultural background. Being the only Asian kid in class, transferring to and attending a completely new school, having to adjust to this drastic change in setting was daunting, to say the least. My first day of school, I could remember just getting lost in the hallways (yeah, I still had a bad sense of direction back then), looking at the clocks, realizing I was late for class. My mother couldn't really help since she had to go to work, and still didn't know English well enough to offer any help. I just stood there crying because I didn't know what to do. If I moved, I would probably get more lost. If I didn't move, I wouldn't get anywhere. Is this what they call a Catch 22? Then, this older student came up to me, asking if I were lost, asking which teacher I had and the classroom number, and just took me there in a matter of minutes. You'd think if someone were this nice, then everyone else would be nice. The only issue with other children at that age is that they instantly pick up on whatever's foreign to them and, due to their curious nature, try to figure out why something or someone doesn't fit their idea of normal.
dysphoria
I'm studying for my neuro final, when all of a sudden I hear this from my room, "No headlight, thank you, you fucking bitch!" Seems other people hate drivers in SF more than I do.
My other bad habit when trying to study for tests is to browse through the Craigslist job section for potential future employment. Mostly science, medicine, or food-related gigs. How successful is the missed connections link? It must be, to some degree, if it's still on the website.
Who was the person who first started prescribing ecstasy for couples therapy in the 70s and 80s? Where is this guy?!
Sweet! An A for parasitology! Now if only I can focus on Neuropharm right now. Movement disorders (Parkinson's), pain, and addiction/reward.
WAHHH!!! Overly active imagination. So usually you would expect couples/ex-couples to whisper sweet nothings in each other's ears. Apparently this is NOT the case with Drab, after hearing his story last weekend. No wait, Saturday. 4 days ago. I'm losing track of time. So now all I can picture is him and Sophbox in bed, him leaning over, and saying,"My preciouuuusssss," impersonating Smeagle's voice. That's SO not sexy... That's SO Drab! So freshman year I was headed towards the bathroom late at night only to overhear Reed and his girlfriend doing it a little too loudly. I wouldn't know which would be more awkward, walking by Reed's or by Drab's room and hearing unexpected noises. In either case, I'd probably laugh as I walk past their doors.
----- day break-----
There's an Australian restaurant in SOMA?!
What made my day today after the neuro test, which I didn't do so well on: bagels and cream cheese! That's probably the most ideal form cheese can take. Creamy goodness. One thing, though. Is there a Jewish kind of cream cheese or something? I looked at the overturned lids on the table just to see what flavors there were. One of the lids had as a flavor, Original Shmear. Is cream cheese typically described as shmears? What about when women go for a checkup- would you call those pap shmears as well? Maybe it's a Yiddish thing?
My other bad habit when trying to study for tests is to browse through the Craigslist job section for potential future employment. Mostly science, medicine, or food-related gigs. How successful is the missed connections link? It must be, to some degree, if it's still on the website.
Who was the person who first started prescribing ecstasy for couples therapy in the 70s and 80s? Where is this guy?!
Sweet! An A for parasitology! Now if only I can focus on Neuropharm right now. Movement disorders (Parkinson's), pain, and addiction/reward.
WAHHH!!! Overly active imagination. So usually you would expect couples/ex-couples to whisper sweet nothings in each other's ears. Apparently this is NOT the case with Drab, after hearing his story last weekend. No wait, Saturday. 4 days ago. I'm losing track of time. So now all I can picture is him and Sophbox in bed, him leaning over, and saying,"My preciouuuusssss," impersonating Smeagle's voice. That's SO not sexy... That's SO Drab! So freshman year I was headed towards the bathroom late at night only to overhear Reed and his girlfriend doing it a little too loudly. I wouldn't know which would be more awkward, walking by Reed's or by Drab's room and hearing unexpected noises. In either case, I'd probably laugh as I walk past their doors.
----- day break-----
There's an Australian restaurant in SOMA?!
What made my day today after the neuro test, which I didn't do so well on: bagels and cream cheese! That's probably the most ideal form cheese can take. Creamy goodness. One thing, though. Is there a Jewish kind of cream cheese or something? I looked at the overturned lids on the table just to see what flavors there were. One of the lids had as a flavor, Original Shmear. Is cream cheese typically described as shmears? What about when women go for a checkup- would you call those pap shmears as well? Maybe it's a Yiddish thing?
5.20.2008
prunus dulcis
What I've been sampling? The Orion Experience, Under the Influence of Giants, Babyshambles, Coconut Coolouts, Mobius Band, Bloc Party, Flaming Lips, Chromeo, Hard-Fi, The Pipettes, Dizzee Rascal, She&Him, White Rabbits, New Young Pony Club, Q and not U, Does It Offend You Yeah, Mew, Broken Social Scene, Joe Lean and the Jing Jang Jong, Arctic Monkeys, Tokyo Police Club, Maximo Park, MSTRKRFT, Hot Chip, Cansei De Ser Sexy, Shitdisco. Among others. So I'm compulsive with music in addition to food. Why so curious, B-米?
Off to buy food for pre-final all-nighter. Frozen food, microwavable food, instant food.
I almost picked up my phone, thinking someone was about to call me, resisted the temptation. Then Janey calls me a few seconds later, asking ME about fashion advice. HAH!
What's next in my series? The move from LA to... Waco.
Off to buy food for pre-final all-nighter. Frozen food, microwavable food, instant food.
I almost picked up my phone, thinking someone was about to call me, resisted the temptation. Then Janey calls me a few seconds later, asking ME about fashion advice. HAH!
What's next in my series? The move from LA to... Waco.
willard
If I could be a student for the rest of my life, that would be nice. I find myself browsing through course offerings instead of spending my time studying for the 4 finals I have left. Seeing the biology class that covers information solely on fungi always amuses me.
Since I've been purchasing or downloading indie music recently, I suppose I can't say that I hate indie music anymore, huh?
Not really sure if I bottle up emotions or just have become desensitized to the point where nothing surprises me. I suppose I just have no tolerance for people who aren't honest with me.
I actually lived in Texas for preschool before going back to California for kindergarten, except I have no memory of that time, even after looking through pictures of my brother and me playing in snow. First time I remember meeting my mother: summer school after kindergarten had ended. These classrooms that led to outside hallways, one of the common motifs of California schools, unbearably hot- you start sweating for the few minutes to transfer from class to class, and then get blasted with cold air once you're back in another room. Even at that age I was independent. I sat by myself during lunchtime, but one day this strange lady came to sit next to me. She had the nicest face I've ever seen- nonthreatening, warm- and was constantly asking me questions about my day. It really never hit me, I couldn't make the connection at that age that this person, who I was riding home with in a car, was my mother. I even lived with her in a house across the street from my grandparents' place before going to Longview, only to return for a year.
Since I've been purchasing or downloading indie music recently, I suppose I can't say that I hate indie music anymore, huh?
Not really sure if I bottle up emotions or just have become desensitized to the point where nothing surprises me. I suppose I just have no tolerance for people who aren't honest with me.
I actually lived in Texas for preschool before going back to California for kindergarten, except I have no memory of that time, even after looking through pictures of my brother and me playing in snow. First time I remember meeting my mother: summer school after kindergarten had ended. These classrooms that led to outside hallways, one of the common motifs of California schools, unbearably hot- you start sweating for the few minutes to transfer from class to class, and then get blasted with cold air once you're back in another room. Even at that age I was independent. I sat by myself during lunchtime, but one day this strange lady came to sit next to me. She had the nicest face I've ever seen- nonthreatening, warm- and was constantly asking me questions about my day. It really never hit me, I couldn't make the connection at that age that this person, who I was riding home with in a car, was my mother. I even lived with her in a house across the street from my grandparents' place before going to Longview, only to return for a year.
5.19.2008
Alisa Zinov'yevna Rosenbaum
2 finals down. FOUR more to go?!
Not really understanding this Paprika movie. Probably because I'm doing more things on my laptop besides watching it.
California in the early 90s: growing up in a predominantly Mexican American, Asian American low-income neighborhood. It never seemed like money mattered, though. I was too busy having fun with my brother and cousins. My grandmother would cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for every person in the household. My great grandparents were still alive at this time, nobody in the family had cancer, things were uncomplicated.
Memory from kindergarten- working on thie art competition for school, where we were assigned to depict good hygiene. So much time was spent just dividing the manila paper into boxes, drawing stick figures- can't really remember what I put down on paper except for brushing my teeth and washing my face. Still, I ended up winning the competition for my grade, while my brother won in the 1st grade division. Being one year older supposedly merits you more money- he got 20 or more Toys R' Us bucks, I only ended up with 5 or 10. I don't think either of us even had a choice in picking a gift at the store- our aunt pretty much directed us to the arts and crafts section. My brother bought this 36 or 48-crayon set with a crayon sharpener included. I got a set of markers.
Not really understanding this Paprika movie. Probably because I'm doing more things on my laptop besides watching it.
California in the early 90s: growing up in a predominantly Mexican American, Asian American low-income neighborhood. It never seemed like money mattered, though. I was too busy having fun with my brother and cousins. My grandmother would cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for every person in the household. My great grandparents were still alive at this time, nobody in the family had cancer, things were uncomplicated.
Memory from kindergarten- working on thie art competition for school, where we were assigned to depict good hygiene. So much time was spent just dividing the manila paper into boxes, drawing stick figures- can't really remember what I put down on paper except for brushing my teeth and washing my face. Still, I ended up winning the competition for my grade, while my brother won in the 1st grade division. Being one year older supposedly merits you more money- he got 20 or more Toys R' Us bucks, I only ended up with 5 or 10. I don't think either of us even had a choice in picking a gift at the store- our aunt pretty much directed us to the arts and crafts section. My brother bought this 36 or 48-crayon set with a crayon sharpener included. I got a set of markers.
5.18.2008
開始
So it's finals time, yet I find myself cramming food into my mouth instead of the actual cramming for finals.
Looming over my boiling pot of instant noodles (food for an all-nighter: PB & J sandwich, taquitoes, sandwich, chips, almonds, carrots, 2 packs of indo mie and more to come), I was thinking about the soul food I had last night. Even though my stomach was almost full, I felt empty. In spite of the name, it didn't feel like it had any soul to it. Maybe northern Californians just aren't able to reproduce Southern cooking. I've been thinking if maybe I've been too critical of Drab, as well. Maybe I should just let things be, let the friendship "go with the flow." I was checking out at Safeway today, and the cashier lady says to me, "You graduated from the CIA, and you're making sandwiches?!" It's finals week, give me a break. As much as I don't like to admit it, I do wear the blue shirt that Drab got me from the CIA- except only on the weekends when I don't give a shit about how I look when purchasing food. I tried to explain to her that I didn't go to the CIA, that a friend just gave it to me, but she just kept going on and on about how those techniques I learned- julienne, dicing, knife skillz- were going to waste. One of the more friendly cashiers I've met at that store to date.
Earliest memory: to this day I still can't recall anything that happened before the age of 4/5, except for this one visual dream-like sequence where I am heading forward along this dark path with a yellow light at the end of this tunnel. Once I would touch the light and cross the threshold, all my memories of being in California, living under the same roof as my extended family, would begin. That always bothered me when I was young, not being able to remember what happened to me immediately postnatal. I wasn't even a child running; I was an adult male, no specific ethnicity. The closest thing I could find in a religion that could explain this was reincarnation, but I still have my doubts.
Next up: preschool, kindergarten.
Looming over my boiling pot of instant noodles (food for an all-nighter: PB & J sandwich, taquitoes, sandwich, chips, almonds, carrots, 2 packs of indo mie and more to come), I was thinking about the soul food I had last night. Even though my stomach was almost full, I felt empty. In spite of the name, it didn't feel like it had any soul to it. Maybe northern Californians just aren't able to reproduce Southern cooking. I've been thinking if maybe I've been too critical of Drab, as well. Maybe I should just let things be, let the friendship "go with the flow." I was checking out at Safeway today, and the cashier lady says to me, "You graduated from the CIA, and you're making sandwiches?!" It's finals week, give me a break. As much as I don't like to admit it, I do wear the blue shirt that Drab got me from the CIA- except only on the weekends when I don't give a shit about how I look when purchasing food. I tried to explain to her that I didn't go to the CIA, that a friend just gave it to me, but she just kept going on and on about how those techniques I learned- julienne, dicing, knife skillz- were going to waste. One of the more friendly cashiers I've met at that store to date.
Earliest memory: to this day I still can't recall anything that happened before the age of 4/5, except for this one visual dream-like sequence where I am heading forward along this dark path with a yellow light at the end of this tunnel. Once I would touch the light and cross the threshold, all my memories of being in California, living under the same roof as my extended family, would begin. That always bothered me when I was young, not being able to remember what happened to me immediately postnatal. I wasn't even a child running; I was an adult male, no specific ethnicity. The closest thing I could find in a religion that could explain this was reincarnation, but I still have my doubts.
Next up: preschool, kindergarten.
the most excellent order of the british empire
I would mind being in the Order of the Seraphim, if I had to choose one.
"What about love, don't you want someone to care about you?" What about it? No thanks.
Maybe I'm still not ready.
How to live within my time, instead of stepping out of it.
It's 3 AM, I'm studying for finals, yet I'm suddenly thinking about the first time me and Biology became good pals.
9th grade. High School. Pre-AP (advanced placement) Biology. Mrs. James. White lady with white hair often too much makeup and rouge lipstick at times. The challenge in mastering the content, rotating through lab stations dissecting animals from different phyla, the terrible 80s documentaries. Also the awkward memory of me as a kid wanting to buy a Christmas present for my teacher, and asking my mom to take me to the store to get a gift. My mom ended up choosing a gift for me, which I did not know until I actually saw her wrapping something at home. It was this ugly ass snow globe from JCPenney, and I couldn't do anything about it since i was a kid, and she had just finished wrapping it. I ended up giving the present to her right after class ended the day before Christmas break. Later on, she would tell me that she loved it, but to this day I still don't believe her. To me, if someone gave me something that did not complement my aesthetic tastes, I would either stuff it in a closet somewhere or just not touch it.
Thinking about things to say on my personal statement. Minus the snow globe part.
Oh right, no more random babble. Essays to contribute to my story. Me, "opening up" to you. Positive benefits on our relationship and crap. Ugh, INTP. My opinion of my personality highly matches other's opinion about my personality, as Poorneel took the test on what others think of me.
"What about love, don't you want someone to care about you?" What about it? No thanks.
Maybe I'm still not ready.
How to live within my time, instead of stepping out of it.
It's 3 AM, I'm studying for finals, yet I'm suddenly thinking about the first time me and Biology became good pals.
9th grade. High School. Pre-AP (advanced placement) Biology. Mrs. James. White lady with white hair often too much makeup and rouge lipstick at times. The challenge in mastering the content, rotating through lab stations dissecting animals from different phyla, the terrible 80s documentaries. Also the awkward memory of me as a kid wanting to buy a Christmas present for my teacher, and asking my mom to take me to the store to get a gift. My mom ended up choosing a gift for me, which I did not know until I actually saw her wrapping something at home. It was this ugly ass snow globe from JCPenney, and I couldn't do anything about it since i was a kid, and she had just finished wrapping it. I ended up giving the present to her right after class ended the day before Christmas break. Later on, she would tell me that she loved it, but to this day I still don't believe her. To me, if someone gave me something that did not complement my aesthetic tastes, I would either stuff it in a closet somewhere or just not touch it.
Thinking about things to say on my personal statement. Minus the snow globe part.
Oh right, no more random babble. Essays to contribute to my story. Me, "opening up" to you. Positive benefits on our relationship and crap. Ugh, INTP. My opinion of my personality highly matches other's opinion about my personality, as Poorneel took the test on what others think of me.
5.16.2008
engelbert humperdinck
I get advice from Clare AFTER my interviews. Very helpful.
Think I am getting my hopes up- I started dreaming last night about getting a job offer via email. The email had, in large font, "CONGRATULATIONS!" at the top, followed by all these GIFs of red balloons.
I'm toning it down by planning ahead my summer schedule without a job in mind- classes, volunteering, cooking, maybe the MCAT.
I've been waiting for an email, call, anything from the job I applied for, and the only calls and emails that I've received thus far are from Drab. Ugh, getting excited about a phone call, only to find that it's Drab, asking me to dinner. Count the double negatives.
So Drab had decided to choose soul food, or Drab AND Jan Brady did, and I agreed since it would be one more day that I didn't have to deal with grocery shopping. Only problem is, once I got off the bus at Geary, my feet started hurting. I had gotten blisters on both heels from walking in dress shoes for the interviews this week, but popped them on Thursday, causing about a milliliter of pus to ooze out from each foot. The raw skin underneath started rubbing against the back of my shoes, so I had to tiptoe all the way from 14th to 24th Ave., since no bus was coming down that way.
Even from two blocks away I could notice Drab and his awkward demeanor, a beacon for my destination. The back of the hair was okay- the top could use some work. I'm guessing a friend must have cut it. Jacket was tolerable, which I had washed, so I know exactly how many days it has been since Drab had not washed it- about 2 months from Beer Bike. Waiting for tables, Drab had failed to pay attention when the man was calling out his name, so the table was given away to some other person. When we went to sit down at the table, it was insufficiently bussed, as there were still crumbs laying on my seat.
Dinner: Drab, again fiddling with his hands, moving them across the filthy table like a piano, playing with crumbs. Odd shave- maybe recently, since it looked like a tan, which is rare for someone with such a pale complexion. My meal... two fried pork chops, mashed potatoes, corn, yams, and mac&cheese. I wanted to try the gamut of food offered in order to make a more accurate judgment of the place.
Verdict: I bit into this chunk of fat when I was eating my pork chop, and I didn't want to spit it out because it would look gross on my plate, so I forcefully chewed on it until it was okay to swallow. It was disgusting. The yams: doused in brown sugar and cinnamon, with black specs in it- could have been a dash of pepper. The mac and cheese- the cheese was crusty. Mashed potatoes and gravy- a bit too much gravy, which left my potatoes more liquid than solid. The corn tasted like kernels from a can, sweet, but with a faint taste of butter. The complementary corn muffins- hard as brick on the outside, crumbled on the inside. I've never had a corn muffin before, but if it were supposed to resemble anything like corn bread, it was less than satisfactory. The sugar overload almost put me in a diabetic coma.
Grade: B. I haven't had soul food in a while, so I'll be a little more lenient. Jan Brady seemed to be in love with it. He must sit farther on the quantity part of the food spectrum than I do. Then again, he keeps going to Panda Express even though he's from Hong Kong. You'd think someone who lived in a place filled with authentic Chinese cuisine would have a more selective palate than to settle for Americanized Asian Food. Maybe it's all part of the process to become more American through your digestive tract.
Outside: weather was actually nice today. Just the right amount of cold to wear a t-shirt. While I always seem to be dehydrated all the time, Drab seems to have plenty of water oozing in the form of saliva out of his mouth. It was amusing seeing how he tried to cover it up. Drab was right about Jan Brady bouncing his hips.
Leaving: Leigh-ugh and I took the 38-bus line since we were headed towards destinations along the same route, and I was wondering why Drab didn't get on as well, seeing as how he needed to get down to the Sunset. I got off at Park Presidio, only to find that I had to wait about 10 minutes before the next bus arrived. I prayed that the bus would get there before Drab did so that this awkward second encounter would not ensue. God does not like me, because Drab be coming round the mountain when he comes. Not only did I have to deal with Drab, but I had to deal with water dripping on my head because of the dense fog running through the trees above. Searching for my PI based on clues I mistakenly blogged about- soooo sneaky.
Conclusions: a bit too negative? a bit too honest? standards too high? too objective? I want to take some hip hop/breakdance classes.
Think I am getting my hopes up- I started dreaming last night about getting a job offer via email. The email had, in large font, "CONGRATULATIONS!" at the top, followed by all these GIFs of red balloons.
I'm toning it down by planning ahead my summer schedule without a job in mind- classes, volunteering, cooking, maybe the MCAT.
I've been waiting for an email, call, anything from the job I applied for, and the only calls and emails that I've received thus far are from Drab. Ugh, getting excited about a phone call, only to find that it's Drab, asking me to dinner. Count the double negatives.
So Drab had decided to choose soul food, or Drab AND Jan Brady did, and I agreed since it would be one more day that I didn't have to deal with grocery shopping. Only problem is, once I got off the bus at Geary, my feet started hurting. I had gotten blisters on both heels from walking in dress shoes for the interviews this week, but popped them on Thursday, causing about a milliliter of pus to ooze out from each foot. The raw skin underneath started rubbing against the back of my shoes, so I had to tiptoe all the way from 14th to 24th Ave., since no bus was coming down that way.
Even from two blocks away I could notice Drab and his awkward demeanor, a beacon for my destination. The back of the hair was okay- the top could use some work. I'm guessing a friend must have cut it. Jacket was tolerable, which I had washed, so I know exactly how many days it has been since Drab had not washed it- about 2 months from Beer Bike. Waiting for tables, Drab had failed to pay attention when the man was calling out his name, so the table was given away to some other person. When we went to sit down at the table, it was insufficiently bussed, as there were still crumbs laying on my seat.
Dinner: Drab, again fiddling with his hands, moving them across the filthy table like a piano, playing with crumbs. Odd shave- maybe recently, since it looked like a tan, which is rare for someone with such a pale complexion. My meal... two fried pork chops, mashed potatoes, corn, yams, and mac&cheese. I wanted to try the gamut of food offered in order to make a more accurate judgment of the place.
Verdict: I bit into this chunk of fat when I was eating my pork chop, and I didn't want to spit it out because it would look gross on my plate, so I forcefully chewed on it until it was okay to swallow. It was disgusting. The yams: doused in brown sugar and cinnamon, with black specs in it- could have been a dash of pepper. The mac and cheese- the cheese was crusty. Mashed potatoes and gravy- a bit too much gravy, which left my potatoes more liquid than solid. The corn tasted like kernels from a can, sweet, but with a faint taste of butter. The complementary corn muffins- hard as brick on the outside, crumbled on the inside. I've never had a corn muffin before, but if it were supposed to resemble anything like corn bread, it was less than satisfactory. The sugar overload almost put me in a diabetic coma.
Grade: B. I haven't had soul food in a while, so I'll be a little more lenient. Jan Brady seemed to be in love with it. He must sit farther on the quantity part of the food spectrum than I do. Then again, he keeps going to Panda Express even though he's from Hong Kong. You'd think someone who lived in a place filled with authentic Chinese cuisine would have a more selective palate than to settle for Americanized Asian Food. Maybe it's all part of the process to become more American through your digestive tract.
Outside: weather was actually nice today. Just the right amount of cold to wear a t-shirt. While I always seem to be dehydrated all the time, Drab seems to have plenty of water oozing in the form of saliva out of his mouth. It was amusing seeing how he tried to cover it up. Drab was right about Jan Brady bouncing his hips.
Leaving: Leigh-ugh and I took the 38-bus line since we were headed towards destinations along the same route, and I was wondering why Drab didn't get on as well, seeing as how he needed to get down to the Sunset. I got off at Park Presidio, only to find that I had to wait about 10 minutes before the next bus arrived. I prayed that the bus would get there before Drab did so that this awkward second encounter would not ensue. God does not like me, because Drab be coming round the mountain when he comes. Not only did I have to deal with Drab, but I had to deal with water dripping on my head because of the dense fog running through the trees above. Searching for my PI based on clues I mistakenly blogged about- soooo sneaky.
Conclusions: a bit too negative? a bit too honest? standards too high? too objective? I want to take some hip hop/breakdance classes.
bobble
That trauma center internship was NOT what they had described on their job description. But it's over!!!
The interview for the internship? UGH!!!! Running into people from last summer!
My former PI and I are pen pals. I would like him more if only he weren't having sexual relations with his wife, popping out more kids while I'm away.
I probably wouldn't mind if I got the job or not. Both would be equally advantageous situations. I get the job- financial independence (CA residency, cha-ching). If I didn't, I wouldn't have to actively avoid Drab each day. UGH, why did his office have to be in the medical science building?! Internship- interact with premeds, interns, volunteers, med students, and physicians. And get to see crazy homeless people or those with bizarre injuries. No internship- more free time to volunteer at the other place.
Now that it's all over, I'm going to bask in the glory of that which is fried chicken. And then maybe start studying for my 6 finals.
The interview for the internship? UGH!!!! Running into people from last summer!
My former PI and I are pen pals. I would like him more if only he weren't having sexual relations with his wife, popping out more kids while I'm away.
I probably wouldn't mind if I got the job or not. Both would be equally advantageous situations. I get the job- financial independence (CA residency, cha-ching). If I didn't, I wouldn't have to actively avoid Drab each day. UGH, why did his office have to be in the medical science building?! Internship- interact with premeds, interns, volunteers, med students, and physicians. And get to see crazy homeless people or those with bizarre injuries. No internship- more free time to volunteer at the other place.
Now that it's all over, I'm going to bask in the glory of that which is fried chicken. And then maybe start studying for my 6 finals.
trauma center
That Disney movie Hercules provides a valuable lesson throughout the movie: "People always do crazy things when they're in love."
Stop doing crazy things! Like love!
One thing from the interview yesterday: he was drawing a picture of the brain stem and how the cerebellum and something else were above it. The cerebellum on both sides along with the other brain part resembled a penis. I almost burst out laughing.
So I have an immature sense of humor still. Big deal.
STRESS. Second interview! Have to start studying for finals afterwards!
Stop doing crazy things! Like love!
One thing from the interview yesterday: he was drawing a picture of the brain stem and how the cerebellum and something else were above it. The cerebellum on both sides along with the other brain part resembled a penis. I almost burst out laughing.
So I have an immature sense of humor still. Big deal.
STRESS. Second interview! Have to start studying for finals afterwards!
5.15.2008
desiderius erasmus roterodamus
Why am I still exited about that job interview?! And the potential to be in that lab?! The chance to work at a grad student, even postdoc level... too many things from the interview, all bundled up in my mind.
Even the professor said that he'd pick UCSF over the other schools in California. I will NOT be swayed to stay here! LA all the way! Very excited about Poorneel coming and wanting to breakdance.
I don't even like research. This is all your (plural) fault! Hanging around student researchers is toxic.
Then again, I'm unsure about the internship tomorrow, if the 4-hour shifts are scheduled. If I got both offers, I might have to choose one, assuming the once-a-week 4-hour shift runs between 8 and 5.
Love is Blue. Paul Mauriat. Listen to it. Or L'Amour est Bleu, by Vicky Leandros. In French. Even better!
Even the professor said that he'd pick UCSF over the other schools in California. I will NOT be swayed to stay here! LA all the way! Very excited about Poorneel coming and wanting to breakdance.
I don't even like research. This is all your (plural) fault! Hanging around student researchers is toxic.
Then again, I'm unsure about the internship tomorrow, if the 4-hour shifts are scheduled. If I got both offers, I might have to choose one, assuming the once-a-week 4-hour shift runs between 8 and 5.
Love is Blue. Paul Mauriat. Listen to it. Or L'Amour est Bleu, by Vicky Leandros. In French. Even better!
hypoxia
The interview's over. AHHH!!! So many problems happening...
Now I have to worry about the next one tomorrow. And finals! STRESS!!!
I am not going to get my hopes up. I am going to be calm, level-headed, rational. None of this optimistic, idealistic, crap.
So the premed advisor asks me why I'm going into medicine.
The professor I talked to today asked me why I'm not in medicine yet.
So HOT today. JEEZ! I can't study in this weather. Going to lay naked in my bed.
Now I have to worry about the next one tomorrow. And finals! STRESS!!!
I am not going to get my hopes up. I am going to be calm, level-headed, rational. None of this optimistic, idealistic, crap.
So the premed advisor asks me why I'm going into medicine.
The professor I talked to today asked me why I'm not in medicine yet.
So HOT today. JEEZ! I can't study in this weather. Going to lay naked in my bed.
isoflurane
What's going in my mind? Looking over information for tomorrow. VERY STRESSED.
Why am I interested in this lab? What makes me a good candidate? How many years am I willing to work? Why do I want to do research?
What did I do in my previous lab? What was the experiment about? How was it?
Will I have to explain about anything on my CV?
Will he have the same music tastes as me, since he grew up in the 70s/80s? If so, I could look over music and ask him about his favorites. Otherwise, this plan backfires.
Will he want to talk about marine biology, since he did a postdoc fellowship in oceanography.
Will he give me a question about a specific scenario, and then ask me how to approach the problem? What answer should I give?
How far back should I look into research articles? Should I read all of them? Would the review papers be important to read, or are they just not specific enough?
Should I wear a jacket tomorrow, since it's probably going to be hot?
Will I run into Drab?
AHHHHH!!!
Why am I interested in this lab? What makes me a good candidate? How many years am I willing to work? Why do I want to do research?
What did I do in my previous lab? What was the experiment about? How was it?
Will I have to explain about anything on my CV?
Will he have the same music tastes as me, since he grew up in the 70s/80s? If so, I could look over music and ask him about his favorites. Otherwise, this plan backfires.
Will he want to talk about marine biology, since he did a postdoc fellowship in oceanography.
Will he give me a question about a specific scenario, and then ask me how to approach the problem? What answer should I give?
How far back should I look into research articles? Should I read all of them? Would the review papers be important to read, or are they just not specific enough?
Should I wear a jacket tomorrow, since it's probably going to be hot?
Will I run into Drab?
AHHHHH!!!
5.13.2008
ha-shoah
This one little Asian girl on the Muni was so cute. She was quiet, kept her voice low when talking to her grandma, and covered her mouth when yawning. Half of the guys I know can't even do that. Maybe I should bring a used tampon to stick in their mouths whenever they're open, as a sort of conditioning stimulus to pair with the unconditioned stimulus of yawning.
Freaking out about my job interview. Looking back on it, I might have chosen a business suit based on Henry Higgins. Just hope I don't go off on a British accent tomorrow. I wonder if the food at the medical center is any good...
Fell asleep in class today, could still hear the people talking about me sleeping in class. I opened my eyes to catch them turning their heads to try to laugh at me sleeping. I shot them an evil glare- boy do they feel embarrassed. One was this dipshit manwhore Asian guy, the other a shallow, fat white chick whose statement, "The day I stop wearing designer jeans is the day I die," made me want to chop off both her legs so that I could quicken that process for her.
Today's the last day of class. Yay? No more homework except for a paper. 6 exams to follow. Pretty much know what grades to expect.
"I touch no one, and no one touches me." ~Simon and Garfunkel, from "I am a rock." SO GOOD.
2 hours of sleep. NAP.
Freaking out about my job interview. Looking back on it, I might have chosen a business suit based on Henry Higgins. Just hope I don't go off on a British accent tomorrow. I wonder if the food at the medical center is any good...
Fell asleep in class today, could still hear the people talking about me sleeping in class. I opened my eyes to catch them turning their heads to try to laugh at me sleeping. I shot them an evil glare- boy do they feel embarrassed. One was this dipshit manwhore Asian guy, the other a shallow, fat white chick whose statement, "The day I stop wearing designer jeans is the day I die," made me want to chop off both her legs so that I could quicken that process for her.
Today's the last day of class. Yay? No more homework except for a paper. 6 exams to follow. Pretty much know what grades to expect.
"I touch no one, and no one touches me." ~Simon and Garfunkel, from "I am a rock." SO GOOD.
2 hours of sleep. NAP.
5.12.2008
ichabod and mr. toad
No idea who Aaron Sorkin is. So I wiki-ed him. Hmm, Jake Gyllenhaal- isn't he with Reese now? I don't know about him as a mancrush- every time I hear his name I think Bubble Boy.
OHHHHHH!!!! Another interview!!! Those people from the internship finally responded last night around 1AM. So I guess I really should buy a suit for the long run...
I asked Hesse where he got his suits, and he said Express. I decided to go to H&M.
There was this one dark suit that I liked until I inspected it closely to find that it was brown instead of black. Then I considered this pinstriped suit that should have been black but appeared gray because of so many pinstripes.
I gave Hesse's advice a chance and headed towards Express. All their sizes were 40 or above. Hence, never go to Hesse for advice EVER again.
Tried Nordstrom. Took one look at their price, one jacket being 4 times the cost of a full suit at H&M, turned around, and left. Even Banana Republic didn't have the right tie or suit. Didn't even bother Macy's, Barney's, or Bloomingdale.
Went back to H&M and liked the vest that matched the suit, so I got it all. After going through 5 or 6 pants, 6 jackets, 2 vests. If I were a girl, maybe I would have enjoyed shopping. I had planned to just walk in, buy a suit, and leave. I stayed in downtown for 4 hours! What a nightmare.
No, what was actually the nightmare was last night when I had another dream with Drab in it again, UGH!!! This time it was an artistic black and white piece, a polaroid film strip. We sat on opposite sides of the dinner table facing each other-me in white garb on the left, Drab in black on the right. The pictures showed that I had dinner with Drab not once, but THREE times! The photos were just twisting and spinning in front of me, showing me the torment of having to go through 3 dinners with Drab simultaneously. Can you imagine having your dinner ruined three times at the same time in the same day?! HORRIBLE!!!
OHHHHHH!!!! Another interview!!! Those people from the internship finally responded last night around 1AM. So I guess I really should buy a suit for the long run...
I asked Hesse where he got his suits, and he said Express. I decided to go to H&M.
There was this one dark suit that I liked until I inspected it closely to find that it was brown instead of black. Then I considered this pinstriped suit that should have been black but appeared gray because of so many pinstripes.
I gave Hesse's advice a chance and headed towards Express. All their sizes were 40 or above. Hence, never go to Hesse for advice EVER again.
Tried Nordstrom. Took one look at their price, one jacket being 4 times the cost of a full suit at H&M, turned around, and left. Even Banana Republic didn't have the right tie or suit. Didn't even bother Macy's, Barney's, or Bloomingdale.
Went back to H&M and liked the vest that matched the suit, so I got it all. After going through 5 or 6 pants, 6 jackets, 2 vests. If I were a girl, maybe I would have enjoyed shopping. I had planned to just walk in, buy a suit, and leave. I stayed in downtown for 4 hours! What a nightmare.
No, what was actually the nightmare was last night when I had another dream with Drab in it again, UGH!!! This time it was an artistic black and white piece, a polaroid film strip. We sat on opposite sides of the dinner table facing each other-me in white garb on the left, Drab in black on the right. The pictures showed that I had dinner with Drab not once, but THREE times! The photos were just twisting and spinning in front of me, showing me the torment of having to go through 3 dinners with Drab simultaneously. Can you imagine having your dinner ruined three times at the same time in the same day?! HORRIBLE!!!
gabriel pascal
Could HAVE asked. Your Cockney British roots are showing again. Repeat after me: "In Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire hurricanes hardly ever happen."
Asking you for directions would only further confirm your suspicions of my exact whereabouts in a particular edifice on a specific day. And isn't it a bit premature to be getting your panties in a twist about my potential placement? Besides, I never let people know, not even my parents, of my whereabouts at any moment.
"Where are you?"
"Home." (Train rushes by...)
"What's that noise?!"
"...the computer?"
"Oh. Be sure to eat something."
"OK!..."
If anyone hosted a party on the lawn like that in My Fair Lady, with the black and white dresses for women and grey suits for men, oh wouldn't that be lovely. "Move yer bloomin' arse!"
If I could rewrite my Rice form, the three people I would like to meet are Henry Higgins, Dr. Gregory House, and Dr. Temperance Brennan.
Asking you for directions would only further confirm your suspicions of my exact whereabouts in a particular edifice on a specific day. And isn't it a bit premature to be getting your panties in a twist about my potential placement? Besides, I never let people know, not even my parents, of my whereabouts at any moment.
"Where are you?"
"Home." (Train rushes by...)
"What's that noise?!"
"...the computer?"
"Oh. Be sure to eat something."
"OK!..."
If anyone hosted a party on the lawn like that in My Fair Lady, with the black and white dresses for women and grey suits for men, oh wouldn't that be lovely. "Move yer bloomin' arse!"
If I could rewrite my Rice form, the three people I would like to meet are Henry Higgins, Dr. Gregory House, and Dr. Temperance Brennan.
go gadget go
Silly mistakes on test. Damn. Who follows instructions, ANYWAY? If you know the answer, and you write it to the side instead of circling it, then why NOT get full credit? Jeez. Stupid teachers and their stupid tests.
Now I have to study for this other stupid test this afternoon, not that I want to, having to look at penises and vaginas all day. Gross.
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As I started stressing out and going over my notes, I started thinking about myself and a lady friend in all these sexual positions, top, bottom, legs spread, closed, sideways, upside-down. AHHHH!!!! Stress is supposed to decrease sexual function!
Now that tests and presentation are over with... oh yeah, I have problem sets due Wednesday. It's never over!
Lost at Parnassus the first time I visited- guess I'll have to get lost again, all the while avoiding Drab.
Now I have to study for this other stupid test this afternoon, not that I want to, having to look at penises and vaginas all day. Gross.
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As I started stressing out and going over my notes, I started thinking about myself and a lady friend in all these sexual positions, top, bottom, legs spread, closed, sideways, upside-down. AHHHH!!!! Stress is supposed to decrease sexual function!
Now that tests and presentation are over with... oh yeah, I have problem sets due Wednesday. It's never over!
Lost at Parnassus the first time I visited- guess I'll have to get lost again, all the while avoiding Drab.
5.11.2008
arugula
UGH, I am going to kick Crassie's ass. What is wrong with people wanting to be in relationships?! And not holding her liquor?! I am definitely going to have to kick her future baby's ass.
Oh right, congratulations on graduating, B－米. Now you have no reason to not get your ass over here to the West coast, where I can return rational thought to your life as well.
The girl who bought me boba tea yesterday- she spilled hers. I was wondering at that point if I should have been chivalrous and gotten up to help her clean it. All I did was sit there and hand her some old napkins from this dirty pocket of my messenger bag.
Is it considered stalking if you're wondering how a person's doing and just happen to come across their pictures on Facebook through other people's albums, and just stare at them for a while? Today my mind was suddenly thinking about Kaiser- the only other rational being I know out there- and where she's going to be after graduation, after the trip to Taiwan. Her credentials are so good, some other adjective better than uber should be used to describe them. If qualifications were represented as a food chain, I'd probably be the phytoplankton to her- who's at the top of the food chain? Oh right, man and sharks.
Anyhow, it's one of those confusing situations where you think about asking for an update on their life but don't want to sound too interested to the point where they think you have a crush on them (because you don't), so nothing gets accomplished in the end.
Oh right, congratulations on graduating, B－米. Now you have no reason to not get your ass over here to the West coast, where I can return rational thought to your life as well.
The girl who bought me boba tea yesterday- she spilled hers. I was wondering at that point if I should have been chivalrous and gotten up to help her clean it. All I did was sit there and hand her some old napkins from this dirty pocket of my messenger bag.
Is it considered stalking if you're wondering how a person's doing and just happen to come across their pictures on Facebook through other people's albums, and just stare at them for a while? Today my mind was suddenly thinking about Kaiser- the only other rational being I know out there- and where she's going to be after graduation, after the trip to Taiwan. Her credentials are so good, some other adjective better than uber should be used to describe them. If qualifications were represented as a food chain, I'd probably be the phytoplankton to her- who's at the top of the food chain? Oh right, man and sharks.
Anyhow, it's one of those confusing situations where you think about asking for an update on their life but don't want to sound too interested to the point where they think you have a crush on them (because you don't), so nothing gets accomplished in the end.
schuhplattler
If I told you which lab, it would spoil the mystery...
This one blog suggested a combination of cottage cheese and applesauce as a nutritionally dense snack. It's also dense in nasty.
What's more annoying is seeing spelling errors on the Nature website. My opinion of the British has never been so low, except for that time with the thirteen colonies.
Maria and the Captain were an okay on-screen musical couple, but still not as good as 'Enry 'Iggins and Eliza Dolil'. Still, Julie Andrews could sing her own song- I think Audrey Hepburn was dubbed over.
The Sound of Music- setting unrealistic expectations that all children can sing in harmony after a few minutes of training. Also unrealistic is the fact that children singing could change their father within seconds.
Even more discrimination for single people- you're classified as a resident if you're married. Bitches.
This one blog suggested a combination of cottage cheese and applesauce as a nutritionally dense snack. It's also dense in nasty.
What's more annoying is seeing spelling errors on the Nature website. My opinion of the British has never been so low, except for that time with the thirteen colonies.
Maria and the Captain were an okay on-screen musical couple, but still not as good as 'Enry 'Iggins and Eliza Dolil'. Still, Julie Andrews could sing her own song- I think Audrey Hepburn was dubbed over.
The Sound of Music- setting unrealistic expectations that all children can sing in harmony after a few minutes of training. Also unrealistic is the fact that children singing could change their father within seconds.
Even more discrimination for single people- you're classified as a resident if you're married. Bitches.
ball de bastons
UGH! It is NOT spot on- I only picked the few lines that seemed relevant to me. How's this line for spot on- "They feel love and affection for those close to them which is almost childlike in its purity." Like THAT'LL ever happen!
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More from the profile...
Living: "It is the process, the quest, that has been most interesting to them. Once they have found the answer, they do not often share it because the answer is obvious, and documenting the obvious is redundant."
Learning: "As learners, they are able to find logical flaws in the thinking of others. They analyze these flaws and find ideas for further study. They go to great depths in their analysis."
If any of you want a personality analysis, you just need to answer around 72 questions on the MyType application on Facebook. PLUG. Don't know why I'm advertising for Facebook.
Supposed to buy a suit jacket this week, not sure if my belt buckle is interview appropriate, either. Then I have to read his research, learn about the multiple techniques the job entails even though I can't remember having hands-on experience in culturing neurons or performing cell death assays.
My only fear of getting/taking the job offer: running into Drab while at work. This scenario plays out in my head where I'm walking down the hallway, talking to my PI, while Drab is coming from the other end of the corridor. My initial reaction would most likely be, "SHIT!" Then, I would probably drop whatever important items were in my hand, find the closest intersection to turn into and hide, all while the PI is asking, "Jason? Where are you?" Then again, Drab isn't very observant of his surroundings. Three times I've walked past him on the streets SF without noticing, so it's most probably I could do it again.
I refuse to see anybody until my hair grows back. That lady said it would make me look more mature, but I think she took about 5 years off my age. My hair...
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More from the profile...
Living: "It is the process, the quest, that has been most interesting to them. Once they have found the answer, they do not often share it because the answer is obvious, and documenting the obvious is redundant."
Learning: "As learners, they are able to find logical flaws in the thinking of others. They analyze these flaws and find ideas for further study. They go to great depths in their analysis."
If any of you want a personality analysis, you just need to answer around 72 questions on the MyType application on Facebook. PLUG. Don't know why I'm advertising for Facebook.
Supposed to buy a suit jacket this week, not sure if my belt buckle is interview appropriate, either. Then I have to read his research, learn about the multiple techniques the job entails even though I can't remember having hands-on experience in culturing neurons or performing cell death assays.
My only fear of getting/taking the job offer: running into Drab while at work. This scenario plays out in my head where I'm walking down the hallway, talking to my PI, while Drab is coming from the other end of the corridor. My initial reaction would most likely be, "SHIT!" Then, I would probably drop whatever important items were in my hand, find the closest intersection to turn into and hide, all while the PI is asking, "Jason? Where are you?" Then again, Drab isn't very observant of his surroundings. Three times I've walked past him on the streets SF without noticing, so it's most probably I could do it again.
I refuse to see anybody until my hair grows back. That lady said it would make me look more mature, but I think she took about 5 years off my age. My hair...
5.10.2008
landler
So my personality still hasn't changed from the last time I took a personality test. Except now I'm classified as the Theorist instead of the Inventor.
100% introverted? Come on! Parts of the analysis:
Living: "They may either focus in depth on a major interest or move from one interest to another without showing others - friends, colleagues, and bosses - their reasons why."
Learning: "When INTPs view a test, teachers, or subjects as irrelevant, they may respond as follows: 'I know what I need to know about this topic; I may even know more than my teacher. The teacher made this test, and this test is dumb. Therefore, my teacher is dumb, and I will not do the test.' Because of such reactions, the INTP's academic record may include successes or may be filled with failures."
Loving: "An INTP characterized falling in love as a stage of complete loss of rationality."
Relationships: "INTPs live rich worlds inside their minds, which are full of imagination and excitement. Consequently, they sometimes find the external world pales in comparison. This may result in a lack of motivation to form and maintain relationships."
Weaknesses: "Since the INTP's primary focus and attention is turned inwards, aimed towards seeking clarity from abstract ideas, they are not naturally tuned into others' emotional feelings and needs." "Not naturally good at expressing their own feelings and emotions."
As a lover...: "Some INTPs play down entirely the need for sexual relations in their lives."
100% introverted? Come on! Parts of the analysis:
Living: "They may either focus in depth on a major interest or move from one interest to another without showing others - friends, colleagues, and bosses - their reasons why."
Learning: "When INTPs view a test, teachers, or subjects as irrelevant, they may respond as follows: 'I know what I need to know about this topic; I may even know more than my teacher. The teacher made this test, and this test is dumb. Therefore, my teacher is dumb, and I will not do the test.' Because of such reactions, the INTP's academic record may include successes or may be filled with failures."
Loving: "An INTP characterized falling in love as a stage of complete loss of rationality."
Relationships: "INTPs live rich worlds inside their minds, which are full of imagination and excitement. Consequently, they sometimes find the external world pales in comparison. This may result in a lack of motivation to form and maintain relationships."
Weaknesses: "Since the INTP's primary focus and attention is turned inwards, aimed towards seeking clarity from abstract ideas, they are not naturally tuned into others' emotional feelings and needs." "Not naturally good at expressing their own feelings and emotions."
As a lover...: "Some INTPs play down entirely the need for sexual relations in their lives."
humblebum
"23?! You look so YOUNG!"
I still look like a child, even to this Asian woman cutting my hair. Getting carded at Jupiter, the pizzeria last week. Sigh.
My hair! It's all gone! WHY?!?! You suck, conservative business world. The lady warned me that once she starts cutting my hair, "No more Hong Kong style!" I consented.
Free boba tea??? Jasmine milk tea with the tiny boba. MMM! She even offered me a ride home. 2 blocks away.
A day spent entirely with Asian women. It's not a great as it sounds.
Maybe I should just give up and go into research- I'm nerding out over the thought that I might get to work with ducks, turtles, and alligators in this lab I'm interviewing for.
I still look like a child, even to this Asian woman cutting my hair. Getting carded at Jupiter, the pizzeria last week. Sigh.
My hair! It's all gone! WHY?!?! You suck, conservative business world. The lady warned me that once she starts cutting my hair, "No more Hong Kong style!" I consented.
Free boba tea??? Jasmine milk tea with the tiny boba. MMM! She even offered me a ride home. 2 blocks away.
A day spent entirely with Asian women. It's not a great as it sounds.
Maybe I should just give up and go into research- I'm nerding out over the thought that I might get to work with ducks, turtles, and alligators in this lab I'm interviewing for.
5.09.2008
do li'l
"Eliza, where the devil are my shoes?" MMM! What a nice on-screen pairing, even if Rex Harrison is 25 years her senior.
Hong Kong girls- my aunt was right about them. The laziest, most selfish bunch of people I've ever met. Always thinking about what they wear, uncompromising, and stupid, hence the ongoing quest to marry rich.
What was her excuse for not making it to our group meeting yesterday? She had an exam from 9 to 2:30. How many of you have 6 hour-long finals on a Friday? I'm supposed to meet her after noon today. Part of me is hoping she flakes out so that I don't have to be annoyed by the quality of her work.
My hair has gone out of control- chopping it all off today. Also depositing my tax refund check for who knows what work I did last year. Mmm free money!
There are probable indicators of whether or not a certain person has been drinking/partying the night before. Drunk people act differently as they stumble back from a party. Their behavior is often predictable if it becomes a pattern. Some check their email before they go to bed.
Hong Kong girls- my aunt was right about them. The laziest, most selfish bunch of people I've ever met. Always thinking about what they wear, uncompromising, and stupid, hence the ongoing quest to marry rich.
What was her excuse for not making it to our group meeting yesterday? She had an exam from 9 to 2:30. How many of you have 6 hour-long finals on a Friday? I'm supposed to meet her after noon today. Part of me is hoping she flakes out so that I don't have to be annoyed by the quality of her work.
My hair has gone out of control- chopping it all off today. Also depositing my tax refund check for who knows what work I did last year. Mmm free money!
There are probable indicators of whether or not a certain person has been drinking/partying the night before. Drunk people act differently as they stumble back from a party. Their behavior is often predictable if it becomes a pattern. Some check their email before they go to bed.
5.08.2008
huxtable
My Fair... Girl. Little girl with a cockney accent meets kid from Home Alone who teaches her the ways of proper English and high society living. Girl falls in love with boy before he gets stung to death by bees. Errors in communication- I talk about the ideal relationship from My Fair Lady, and Poorneel is agreeing, when in reality he was thinking about My Girl, where the boy dies a gruesome death by allergic reaction. Maybe BOTH could be ideal relationships, except that the girl would have the allergic reaction. I would be the beekeeper.
Oh right, personal life:
I grew up in California, living in a crowded house. On average, 11 or more people would be residing at my grandmother's place in the late 80s/early 90s.
Another career option- competitive gambling, preferably in mahjong. Let's make that Plan Y, before marrying the rich Jew. And I guess I'll downgrade Actuary past science grad student... I hate thinking big questions about small things work, small molecules that might have a big impact on life. I'd rather eat big, about a bunch of small things.
Oh right, personal life:
I grew up in California, living in a crowded house. On average, 11 or more people would be residing at my grandmother's place in the late 80s/early 90s.
Another career option- competitive gambling, preferably in mahjong. Let's make that Plan Y, before marrying the rich Jew. And I guess I'll downgrade Actuary past science grad student... I hate thinking big questions about small things work, small molecules that might have a big impact on life. I'd rather eat big, about a bunch of small things.
hexley
"Everytime I see you oh I try to hide away
But when we meet it seems I can't let go.."
CAN'T LET GO!!!!
I'm so FILLED with christ's love today. And I haven't even had lunch!
This rush of feeling- I went to KFC to get fried chicken. Seems like I always eat fried chicken when I'm at the extremes of emotions. My eyes started getting watery anticipating the food.
I also got a job interview today. Only problem is I don't remember what the job entails. Hopefully it was something surgical and not mice-related.
Have a nice day! xoxo
But when we meet it seems I can't let go.."
CAN'T LET GO!!!!
I'm so FILLED with christ's love today. And I haven't even had lunch!
This rush of feeling- I went to KFC to get fried chicken. Seems like I always eat fried chicken when I'm at the extremes of emotions. My eyes started getting watery anticipating the food.
I also got a job interview today. Only problem is I don't remember what the job entails. Hopefully it was something surgical and not mice-related.
Have a nice day! xoxo
lange nacht der wissenschaften
Platypi and pachyderms?! I'm questioning the validity of that RSS feed. Monotremes only include platypi and echidna/spiny anteaters...
Even if I haven't started, I'm constantly thinking about my personal statement.
Obstacles, motivation, competence, leadership. These seem to be what they want to hear, besides compiling it all into a coherent story with a nice opener/conclusion. It really shouldn't be that hard if that's all there is to it, right??
First thing to do: create a list of life events. Academic and otherwise, positive and negative.
No better place to start than California.
Even if I haven't started, I'm constantly thinking about my personal statement.
Obstacles, motivation, competence, leadership. These seem to be what they want to hear, besides compiling it all into a coherent story with a nice opener/conclusion. It really shouldn't be that hard if that's all there is to it, right??
First thing to do: create a list of life events. Academic and otherwise, positive and negative.
No better place to start than California.
les prix nobel
I never thought I'd see the day when Nature would print headlines utilizing terrible puns. Top billing. Ugh. Then again, I still wish I could get free access to their site. The platypus is one of two egg-laying mammals on earth presently.
Finally starting my paper on my Austrian whose work was awarded a Nobel Prize. Eric J. Kandel. He looks SO happy in his Nobel autobiographical picture, with the lopsided bow tie and large circular frames.
In the search for the not-so-ideal, but seemingly fun/tolerable job, I run across this ad on Craigslist, what seems to be the name of a department I recall reading somewhere. I'm seriously thinking Poorneel works in that lab. Probably knows the person who's taking and reviewing the applications right now.
Finally starting my paper on my Austrian whose work was awarded a Nobel Prize. Eric J. Kandel. He looks SO happy in his Nobel autobiographical picture, with the lopsided bow tie and large circular frames.
In the search for the not-so-ideal, but seemingly fun/tolerable job, I run across this ad on Craigslist, what seems to be the name of a department I recall reading somewhere. I'm seriously thinking Poorneel works in that lab. Probably knows the person who's taking and reviewing the applications right now.
5.07.2008
ina bauer
The great thing about California- when the right fruit is in season... ohhhhhhh. I've been buying strawberries in increments of 4 pounds. You can always expect more than 3/4 of them to taste sweet, not that bland, sour, bright red mess.
During orientation for volunteering this afternoon, I started getting emotional from hearing the lady talk about how I'm going to make a difference in people's lives. It was odd. No tears, though. Don't worry.
The application form also had me write down two contacts in case of emergency. Lately, I've always written down my brother's information when it was just one blank. Now that there's two, I find myself writing down Drab's name, only because he's the closest person in town. Although I don't know why- I tested him out as an emergency contact when I got hit by the car. FOUR hours to return a call. You know how much blood you could lose in 4 hours??
So I started to write Drab's name and number down, and I guess my mind was elsewhere because when I looked down at the paper, my pen was scribbling "Bradford Assay" in the blank. I stopped at the o. How embarrassing.
Didn't feel so bad about the test today. What does it take to not get acne before/during/after test time? Study all night long, sleeping only 1 or 2 hours by accident. And eat a lot while drinking plenty of water.
During orientation for volunteering this afternoon, I started getting emotional from hearing the lady talk about how I'm going to make a difference in people's lives. It was odd. No tears, though. Don't worry.
The application form also had me write down two contacts in case of emergency. Lately, I've always written down my brother's information when it was just one blank. Now that there's two, I find myself writing down Drab's name, only because he's the closest person in town. Although I don't know why- I tested him out as an emergency contact when I got hit by the car. FOUR hours to return a call. You know how much blood you could lose in 4 hours??
So I started to write Drab's name and number down, and I guess my mind was elsewhere because when I looked down at the paper, my pen was scribbling "Bradford Assay" in the blank. I stopped at the o. How embarrassing.
Didn't feel so bad about the test today. What does it take to not get acne before/during/after test time? Study all night long, sleeping only 1 or 2 hours by accident. And eat a lot while drinking plenty of water.
5.06.2008
twit for twat
Falling into predictable patterns: when I get stressed from studying for an exam, I either eat or search craigslist for studios and/or 1-bedroom apartments for under $1000, kitchen included, close to public transportation, washer/dryer/utilities.
One of these days, I'm going to post on the missed connections category...
I keep forgetting that I twitter. Great, another distraction.
I also read trashy gossip/entertainment blogs when I'm stressed.
Caught up with Crassie, who's also stressed. My recommendation to her was that she eat.
Stephen Colbert- AWESOME dancer. My opinion of him just shot up that much for challenging Korean pop sensation Rain to a dance-off.
One of these days, I'm going to post on the missed connections category...
I keep forgetting that I twitter. Great, another distraction.
I also read trashy gossip/entertainment blogs when I'm stressed.
Caught up with Crassie, who's also stressed. My recommendation to her was that she eat.
Stephen Colbert- AWESOME dancer. My opinion of him just shot up that much for challenging Korean pop sensation Rain to a dance-off.
5.05.2008
lacan
I had to buy printer paper today- one cent per sheet. And you thought GAS prices were getting higher. Check out at the counter- the worker talks to the other cashier about maker faire as he calculates my total. I find the relevance and invasion of my mental storage suffocating.
Missing classes all over again. NEED to wake up at 7 to get to class by 8:10. UGH.
See what happens? You help your friend host a party, and your shit gets jacked.
Caught up with Nilk and Dwarfy during the weekend. Being one who keeps in touch with almost everyone, is it my responsibility to share this knowledge with everyone else? Or should I keep it to myself and let others make the effort to try to stay in touch with each other? What information is allowed to be divulged to the public?
My brother isn't coming this week, which is sort of a relief since I can focus on my work and not bother cleaning the place until after finals.
Dreamed about zombies and the death of soccer last night, or what I perceived as a metaphor for the death of futbol. In some tall building, this soccer ball was kicked past me out of the room through the window onto the balcony, where it slowly rolled until it slipped off the edge of the building, falling until a pop was heard. Then this person started chasing me, banging on the door to a room in which I locked myself. He finally got in and was about to bite my neck as I struggled when I woke up. This was probably due to me downloading Resident Evil last night.
I also woke up during the night, to turn off my light since I fell asleep studying, and to check my email because of a certain feeling. Nothing new, EXCEPT an email from Jalto. Hmmm. I'll reply after studying for my test.
Missing classes all over again. NEED to wake up at 7 to get to class by 8:10. UGH.
See what happens? You help your friend host a party, and your shit gets jacked.
Caught up with Nilk and Dwarfy during the weekend. Being one who keeps in touch with almost everyone, is it my responsibility to share this knowledge with everyone else? Or should I keep it to myself and let others make the effort to try to stay in touch with each other? What information is allowed to be divulged to the public?
My brother isn't coming this week, which is sort of a relief since I can focus on my work and not bother cleaning the place until after finals.
Dreamed about zombies and the death of soccer last night, or what I perceived as a metaphor for the death of futbol. In some tall building, this soccer ball was kicked past me out of the room through the window onto the balcony, where it slowly rolled until it slipped off the edge of the building, falling until a pop was heard. Then this person started chasing me, banging on the door to a room in which I locked myself. He finally got in and was about to bite my neck as I struggled when I woke up. This was probably due to me downloading Resident Evil last night.
I also woke up during the night, to turn off my light since I fell asleep studying, and to check my email because of a certain feeling. Nothing new, EXCEPT an email from Jalto. Hmmm. I'll reply after studying for my test.
5.04.2008
physiocrat
Ever get that drowning feeling? It seems to occur most frequently around finals time. Whereas before it would be the stress to do well just to make a decent grad, this time it's the stress to make an A and not an A-. You wonder if stress is ultimately inevitable. If you want to perform well, it's going to be there. If you're not performing so well, there's still the pressure to maintain in that level of mediocrity. Do you think growth and advancement could still occur in a state of complacency?
Extra credit paper, powerpoint/paper, and exam this week. Aiya.
Definites for this summer? Volunteering once I go to the orientation on Wednesday. Language interpretation, assuming the teachers don't see through my lack of fluency.
Considerations: classes- astronomy, human sexuality. research- chemistry lab.
Janey's boyfriend: picture Ray Romano, whose cheeks haven't fattened up yet from old age. HAHAHA!
Extra credit paper, powerpoint/paper, and exam this week. Aiya.
Definites for this summer? Volunteering once I go to the orientation on Wednesday. Language interpretation, assuming the teachers don't see through my lack of fluency.
Considerations: classes- astronomy, human sexuality. research- chemistry lab.
Janey's boyfriend: picture Ray Romano, whose cheeks haven't fattened up yet from old age. HAHAHA!
electric sheep
I'm not sure whether I should be relieved by the fact that my mother is almost universally racist.
She called me again while I was at the laundromat, accusing me of having a girlfriend as a reason why I don't want her to visit. This time, she told me to again date a Chinese girl so that it would be easy for her to communicate with them. Oh, but she doesn't stop there. She tells me not to date black girls. If it's not Indian, it's black. I'm going to wait until she completes the people of color spectrum. I wonder if she'll include white girls as well.
If I found a super-interesting internship, PT/FT job, I would be inclined to lean towards taking another year off. That's my mindset for now. Even though research is interesting, I don't see myself being in lab all day for the rest of my life.
On the bright side, she was wondering what my summer plans were. No mention of, "Are you going to med school?" which is nice that the pressure is off, I'm more able to determine whether or not my intentions are solely based off my judgment and not a byproduct of external influences/pressures. She just told me to spend my time efficiently.
She called me again while I was at the laundromat, accusing me of having a girlfriend as a reason why I don't want her to visit. This time, she told me to again date a Chinese girl so that it would be easy for her to communicate with them. Oh, but she doesn't stop there. She tells me not to date black girls. If it's not Indian, it's black. I'm going to wait until she completes the people of color spectrum. I wonder if she'll include white girls as well.
If I found a super-interesting internship, PT/FT job, I would be inclined to lean towards taking another year off. That's my mindset for now. Even though research is interesting, I don't see myself being in lab all day for the rest of my life.
On the bright side, she was wondering what my summer plans were. No mention of, "Are you going to med school?" which is nice that the pressure is off, I'm more able to determine whether or not my intentions are solely based off my judgment and not a byproduct of external influences/pressures. She just told me to spend my time efficiently.
camellia sinensis
Having trouble sleeping. This one thought is floating in my head, and I keep bursting out laughing from the situation. Yeah, so laughing in the dark by myself, feeling embarrassed when nobody is around.
Dinner at that sushi place with Drab: there was a part where I was drinking my green tea, and there was this odd smoky taste to it. That led to me suddenly saying, "It tastes like trees!" A bit peculiar since tea leaves are harvested from shrubs, which I guess is technically a small tree, but I digress. How does Drab respond to my opinion?
"I like trees!"
I really don't know how else I could have responded to that at the time it was professed. Looking back on it, the conversation could have gone to one of three routes. Choose your adventure:
First, the conversation just dead-ends right there. Out of all the complex expressions coming out of Drab's mouth, this was the simplest, most rudimentary comment I have ever heard him utter. If it's a music preference, there would be backing with evidence as to why this artist may seem attractive if he played the accordion, blah blah blah. If it's food, there would be details to texture, color, aroma. Scientific article- hypothesis, method, results. And then I would question his taste in music, food, judgment, etc.
Second- what actually happened. I change the subject.
Third, I quickly reply, "I like trees, too!" This is the more awkward of the responses I could have imagined, not knowing but postulating as to what could have ensued if I had said this (Saturday morning cartoon-esque, recess at preschool, after school special), which is making me laugh and keeping me from sleeping.
Dinner at that sushi place with Drab: there was a part where I was drinking my green tea, and there was this odd smoky taste to it. That led to me suddenly saying, "It tastes like trees!" A bit peculiar since tea leaves are harvested from shrubs, which I guess is technically a small tree, but I digress. How does Drab respond to my opinion?
"I like trees!"
I really don't know how else I could have responded to that at the time it was professed. Looking back on it, the conversation could have gone to one of three routes. Choose your adventure:
First, the conversation just dead-ends right there. Out of all the complex expressions coming out of Drab's mouth, this was the simplest, most rudimentary comment I have ever heard him utter. If it's a music preference, there would be backing with evidence as to why this artist may seem attractive if he played the accordion, blah blah blah. If it's food, there would be details to texture, color, aroma. Scientific article- hypothesis, method, results. And then I would question his taste in music, food, judgment, etc.
Second- what actually happened. I change the subject.
Third, I quickly reply, "I like trees, too!" This is the more awkward of the responses I could have imagined, not knowing but postulating as to what could have ensued if I had said this (Saturday morning cartoon-esque, recess at preschool, after school special), which is making me laugh and keeping me from sleeping.
barfly
"No Child Left Behind Act." That's a phrase that they think I'll have to use in parent-teacher meeetings?!?! I am so screwed.
This month is teacher appreciation month. Who was your favorite teacher? Which grade? Why?
"'You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives. Life without memory is no life at all... Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing... (I can only wait for the final amnesia, the one that can erase an entire life, as it did my mother's...'" ~me quoting Oliver Sacks quoting Luis Bunuel. This guy supposedly is a famous film director. Anyways, 65 pages into the book, hope to finish it by the end of this week. I had compulsively ordered science fiction novels this movie along with the board game, both of which I will more likely than not regret purchasing. I looked up Paladin of Souls finally. Fantasy novel.
I'm acquiescing, giving This American Life a chance. Ugh.
More retrospect- conversation with Leigh-Ugh was packed with content. I had forgotten her roommate's name, and still don't remember it. The waitress who did our table actually looked like she would be from Texas- she hails from Austin. The atmosphere was odd- they played a mix of early/late 90s music, and the people were the most diverse bunch I've seen. Probably because I was out of San Francisco. Hesse also wasn't wearing a hat for once, usually that weird cap with the small lip (lid?). I bet he gained some weight, too. Can't believe I brought up Sailor Mercury in conversation with Drab. It would have been less embarrassing to ask,"Is that the symbol for Mercury?" instead of asking first, "What is that symbol?" Is there a space after the comma when introducing a spoken phrase? My English grammar is waning, most likely due to unstructured thoughts.
This month is teacher appreciation month. Who was your favorite teacher? Which grade? Why?
"'You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives. Life without memory is no life at all... Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing... (I can only wait for the final amnesia, the one that can erase an entire life, as it did my mother's...'" ~me quoting Oliver Sacks quoting Luis Bunuel. This guy supposedly is a famous film director. Anyways, 65 pages into the book, hope to finish it by the end of this week. I had compulsively ordered science fiction novels this movie along with the board game, both of which I will more likely than not regret purchasing. I looked up Paladin of Souls finally. Fantasy novel.
I'm acquiescing, giving This American Life a chance. Ugh.
More retrospect- conversation with Leigh-Ugh was packed with content. I had forgotten her roommate's name, and still don't remember it. The waitress who did our table actually looked like she would be from Texas- she hails from Austin. The atmosphere was odd- they played a mix of early/late 90s music, and the people were the most diverse bunch I've seen. Probably because I was out of San Francisco. Hesse also wasn't wearing a hat for once, usually that weird cap with the small lip (lid?). I bet he gained some weight, too. Can't believe I brought up Sailor Mercury in conversation with Drab. It would have been less embarrassing to ask,"Is that the symbol for Mercury?" instead of asking first, "What is that symbol?" Is there a space after the comma when introducing a spoken phrase? My English grammar is waning, most likely due to unstructured thoughts.
5.03.2008
LEPs
Supposedly some terms used to describe non-native English speakers are considered discriminatory.
And yes, thanks to Leigh-Ugh for treating me to a late/extended birthday dinner.
Also, as I got back to Embarcadero, I was waiting on one of those circular stone benches noticed this puddle of soda left on the surface by the woman previously sitting there carrying a Lemoneko bag. This other woman proceeded to sit down on the wet spot without even looking at what she was about to sit on, so I TRIED to be helpful.
"It's DIRtyyy.....," my voice trailed off as she ignored my warning. So instead, I decide to wait until she got up, just to see how wet her bottom was. Her jacket was super absorbent or something, because I couldn't locate any liquid whatsoever. Looking back on it, it might seem creepy if someone noticed me looking down at this woman's behind.
I forget that there's people around at 5PM on weekends. I went to the Metreon to watch Iron Man or Smart People, but the lines were crowded. I didn't feel like dealing with people, so I walked right back to take the MUNI. I ended up doing situps at my apartment. And now I'm going to get fried chicken! It's that part in my healthy diet cycle where I can splurge on bad food for one only week.
And yes, thanks to Leigh-Ugh for treating me to a late/extended birthday dinner.
Also, as I got back to Embarcadero, I was waiting on one of those circular stone benches noticed this puddle of soda left on the surface by the woman previously sitting there carrying a Lemoneko bag. This other woman proceeded to sit down on the wet spot without even looking at what she was about to sit on, so I TRIED to be helpful.
"It's DIRtyyy.....," my voice trailed off as she ignored my warning. So instead, I decide to wait until she got up, just to see how wet her bottom was. Her jacket was super absorbent or something, because I couldn't locate any liquid whatsoever. Looking back on it, it might seem creepy if someone noticed me looking down at this woman's behind.
I forget that there's people around at 5PM on weekends. I went to the Metreon to watch Iron Man or Smart People, but the lines were crowded. I didn't feel like dealing with people, so I walked right back to take the MUNI. I ended up doing situps at my apartment. And now I'm going to get fried chicken! It's that part in my healthy diet cycle where I can splurge on bad food for one only week.
jupiter
Went to my first training session for being a language interpreter today, WITHOUT Janey's reference letter- hoface. Luckily they weren't so strict about having all forms turned in, since everybody was missing something or another. Doesn't mean I'M going to be lenient. MEIN GOTT! What did I get myself into?! I was just hoping to build my language skills! Well, the interpreter lady did say doing this is much better than therapy, so this is who I'll tell my premed advisor that I'm seeing. Bastard.
SPH, what makes you think you'll be seeing me in the near future?! You know you like San Jose SO much that you don't want to make a trip up here. Send the card!
Blegh, derivatives and options. I kind of remember studying something like that senior year. I only kind of remember because I rarely went to that class.
Last night- dinner con Leigh-Ugh y Hesse. Met Leigh-Ugh first since someone was too busy playing a video game, and we had decided to eat at Jupiter, another pizzeria. Three different pizzas. Well, even though Jupiter does not compare to Zachary's, the quality was still acceptable, especially since they give you ranch sauce with which to dip your pizza. Hefeweisen with the meal, caught up with Leigh-Ugh on her grad studies and lack of drama. Updated her on my busy month. Then Hesse came to crash our date. Asshole. Hesse being all emotional and grossing me out. Good thing Leigh-Ugh was there to comfort him. I don't do that shit- you come to me for an honest observation or analysis.
Then we went to a bar where Hesse's friends were hanging out. Hesse is terrible at introducing strangers to each other. Leigh-Ugh and I ended up trying out a frozen yogurt place. I had the pomegranate, but it just tasted the same to me as the plain tart flavor- sugary yet overwhelmingly sour. Sales tax. Pffft.
In comparison to dinner with Drab... besides the OBVIOUS food-wise, Drab was still scratching his head, not shaving for- I would guess between 1 and 2 days, hands and fingers contorting to all these shapes that contributed no meaning whatsoever as he spoke whereas the other two were simply verbal with their responses. Hesse's hair is out of control, there's one.
Leaving Berkeley, I get these text messages from Drab saying Clare wants to see me at the party. I started getting into my Oliver Sacks book, Man who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, while waiting for the BART, I had seen Drab once this week (my visitation/tolerance quota) already, and I was exhausted, so I decided to go home to read the book. But all I did when I went home was eat some more. Oh well.
Paladin of Souls is in my head. Why is this title in my head? I don't even know if it's a book, movie, board game, etc. Speaking of which, I compulsively bought that 2M dollar puzzle that supposedly would take an eternity for a supercomputer to solve.
SPH, what makes you think you'll be seeing me in the near future?! You know you like San Jose SO much that you don't want to make a trip up here. Send the card!
Blegh, derivatives and options. I kind of remember studying something like that senior year. I only kind of remember because I rarely went to that class.
Last night- dinner con Leigh-Ugh y Hesse. Met Leigh-Ugh first since someone was too busy playing a video game, and we had decided to eat at Jupiter, another pizzeria. Three different pizzas. Well, even though Jupiter does not compare to Zachary's, the quality was still acceptable, especially since they give you ranch sauce with which to dip your pizza. Hefeweisen with the meal, caught up with Leigh-Ugh on her grad studies and lack of drama. Updated her on my busy month. Then Hesse came to crash our date. Asshole. Hesse being all emotional and grossing me out. Good thing Leigh-Ugh was there to comfort him. I don't do that shit- you come to me for an honest observation or analysis.
Then we went to a bar where Hesse's friends were hanging out. Hesse is terrible at introducing strangers to each other. Leigh-Ugh and I ended up trying out a frozen yogurt place. I had the pomegranate, but it just tasted the same to me as the plain tart flavor- sugary yet overwhelmingly sour. Sales tax. Pffft.
In comparison to dinner with Drab... besides the OBVIOUS food-wise, Drab was still scratching his head, not shaving for- I would guess between 1 and 2 days, hands and fingers contorting to all these shapes that contributed no meaning whatsoever as he spoke whereas the other two were simply verbal with their responses. Hesse's hair is out of control, there's one.
Leaving Berkeley, I get these text messages from Drab saying Clare wants to see me at the party. I started getting into my Oliver Sacks book, Man who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, while waiting for the BART, I had seen Drab once this week (my visitation/tolerance quota) already, and I was exhausted, so I decided to go home to read the book. But all I did when I went home was eat some more. Oh well.
Paladin of Souls is in my head. Why is this title in my head? I don't even know if it's a book, movie, board game, etc. Speaking of which, I compulsively bought that 2M dollar puzzle that supposedly would take an eternity for a supercomputer to solve.
5.02.2008
golden week
OH! They're playing "I Fall to Pieces" at the campus store! Patsy Cline.
If that's what they said about actuarial science, were reviews for all finance-related jobs negative as well?
Always thinking about things in retrospect. Conversation with Drab at dinner- learned a little bit more about him, something new, which could be difficult at times since the conversation could always easily veer from something neuro or science-related to his personal drama or my pseudo-inner turmoils. So I guess the friendship hasn't turned sour, like that awful chicken katsu sauce or the sukiyaki soup.
Part of me wants to stay in SF. A SMALL part. The other part of me wants to move to LA to be closer to family.
Every time I have lunch on campus, I find myself lost in thought, and when I wake up from my spell, I notice that either my head's bent down right into my food about 3 inches away from it. Then I wonder what people think when they see someone whose head is stooped so low into his meal.
Thoughts?
1.) Me having to fill out the top portion of the reference form. Even if I try not to look at what Drab's written, I notice that he still uses ballpoint pens, I notice that his handwriting is too illegible for me to even deduce what he's saying so it would be pointless to continue reading.
2.) What I could have done before going to My Blueberry Nights to make Drab feel worse. For example, getting an emo haircut, apply the black lipstick, eye makeup, and then smudge it all to look like I cried before arriving, maybe draw some black tears and a frown on my face.
3.) Clare saying that he got me a birthday card, but I haven't seen anything in the mail yet.
4.) How I'm going to approach the premed advisor who called me crazy.
5.) How to get an A in two annoying classes.
6.) Wondering why I think so much about my future lately when that's not normally the way I live my days.
7.) What I can get accomplished before going to Berkeley tonight.
8.) Contemplating if I want to buy that jigsaw puzzle at Borders- the one with the $2 million prize. To do in my free time. I like board games, card games, puzzles, math problems. Yes, I am a nerd.
Anyway, the next few posts I will attempt to reveal more of myself. That's right- expect explicit nude photos. Or soul baring.
If that's what they said about actuarial science, were reviews for all finance-related jobs negative as well?
Always thinking about things in retrospect. Conversation with Drab at dinner- learned a little bit more about him, something new, which could be difficult at times since the conversation could always easily veer from something neuro or science-related to his personal drama or my pseudo-inner turmoils. So I guess the friendship hasn't turned sour, like that awful chicken katsu sauce or the sukiyaki soup.
Part of me wants to stay in SF. A SMALL part. The other part of me wants to move to LA to be closer to family.
Every time I have lunch on campus, I find myself lost in thought, and when I wake up from my spell, I notice that either my head's bent down right into my food about 3 inches away from it. Then I wonder what people think when they see someone whose head is stooped so low into his meal.
Thoughts?
1.) Me having to fill out the top portion of the reference form. Even if I try not to look at what Drab's written, I notice that he still uses ballpoint pens, I notice that his handwriting is too illegible for me to even deduce what he's saying so it would be pointless to continue reading.
2.) What I could have done before going to My Blueberry Nights to make Drab feel worse. For example, getting an emo haircut, apply the black lipstick, eye makeup, and then smudge it all to look like I cried before arriving, maybe draw some black tears and a frown on my face.
3.) Clare saying that he got me a birthday card, but I haven't seen anything in the mail yet.
4.) How I'm going to approach the premed advisor who called me crazy.
5.) How to get an A in two annoying classes.
6.) Wondering why I think so much about my future lately when that's not normally the way I live my days.
7.) What I can get accomplished before going to Berkeley tonight.
8.) Contemplating if I want to buy that jigsaw puzzle at Borders- the one with the $2 million prize. To do in my free time. I like board games, card games, puzzles, math problems. Yes, I am a nerd.
Anyway, the next few posts I will attempt to reveal more of myself. That's right- expect explicit nude photos. Or soul baring.
5.01.2008
urocanic acid
Good golly gee whiz, there are some country music listeners in the city! This other person was blaring Merle Haggard's "Mama Tried" from their car.
Iron Man got a good review?! Surprising, since the lead actor also chose to star in a comedy with Ben Stiller this summer.
Dinner with Drab at D____ Sushi. Well, first of all, I was doing situps when Drab called. He was trying to tell me to pick up my reference letter today instead of tomorrow, but the way he sounded was strange. Either he wanted to have dinner, or he was unsure if I wanted to have dinner with him, and was just white boy dancing around the subject- awkwardly. So instead of telling him I would have just picked it up at his place, I just wait and let it play out to see what he's going to say. He gradually asks if I want to eat at a burger joint.
THEN when I get there, he wants to have sushi because he wants to eat light. But what's the first thing he orders off the menu? Well, besides the alcohol. A fried appetizer! So much for trying to eat light. Oh, and the restaurant itself. Well, we WERE supposed to go to another sushi place, but the place was busy. So we ended up retracing our steps along the street to the sushi diner at the corner. The interior? Dark, with black tables and bright purple lights. First hint that this place wasn't going to be so great: Cantonese speakers behind the kitchen counter. Second indicator: only one waitress working the place who doesn't know how to manage her time between tables. Third indicator- Drab picked the place.
The song we couldn't figure out at the place: "What's up?" by 4 Non Blondes. HEY-ee-AY-ee-AY-ee-AY. Hey hey hey hey.
The complimentary fried lotus root- thinly sliced, but too greasy. Tasted like (sweet) potatoes. The salad that came with my meal was decent, but how can you mess up greens and bottled salad dressing?
Drab's fried tofu- even though I like piping hot food, the fried bits wouldn't absorb any of the sauce that accompanied this dish, and the tofu lacked any discernible flavor.
I decided not to get fish, because I had already eaten 2 pounds of salmon earlier in the week.
The chicken katsu I ordered- chicken was fine, fried to almost perfection. The sauce, on the other hand, was borderline sour/bitter, something I wouldn't expect of the dipping sauce for chicken katsu. Bitter in my coffee, bitter in my personality, fine. But NEVER fine in my chicken katsu sauce.
Sukiyaki- the song by Kyu Sakamoto, which was originally titled "ue o multe aruko," is nice. What was it- the protagonist walking and looking up at the same time so that his tears don't cry? I might have to do the same so that Drab doesn't see my crying over this dish. The beef and vegetables were alright, but the soup tasted like a watery version of the chicken katsu sauce, and yet still just as sour/bitter!
Drab- scratching his head. Good thing he wasn't doing that while food was in front of him. I'd worry that he might not enjoy garlic salt on his sushi.
To top it all off, when Drab and I were walking outside afterwards, the song "Just the Two of Us"- the original version by Grover Washington/Bill Withers, not the Big Willy style one- was stuck in my head as we walked. "Just the two of us, building castles in the sky"... UGH!!!
In short, Drab hasn't lost his touch. I guess the previous week was a fluke. And the cap he puts on food expenses each month- I almost fainted!
Iron Man got a good review?! Surprising, since the lead actor also chose to star in a comedy with Ben Stiller this summer.
Dinner with Drab at D____ Sushi. Well, first of all, I was doing situps when Drab called. He was trying to tell me to pick up my reference letter today instead of tomorrow, but the way he sounded was strange. Either he wanted to have dinner, or he was unsure if I wanted to have dinner with him, and was just white boy dancing around the subject- awkwardly. So instead of telling him I would have just picked it up at his place, I just wait and let it play out to see what he's going to say. He gradually asks if I want to eat at a burger joint.
THEN when I get there, he wants to have sushi because he wants to eat light. But what's the first thing he orders off the menu? Well, besides the alcohol. A fried appetizer! So much for trying to eat light. Oh, and the restaurant itself. Well, we WERE supposed to go to another sushi place, but the place was busy. So we ended up retracing our steps along the street to the sushi diner at the corner. The interior? Dark, with black tables and bright purple lights. First hint that this place wasn't going to be so great: Cantonese speakers behind the kitchen counter. Second indicator: only one waitress working the place who doesn't know how to manage her time between tables. Third indicator- Drab picked the place.
The song we couldn't figure out at the place: "What's up?" by 4 Non Blondes. HEY-ee-AY-ee-AY-ee-AY. Hey hey hey hey.
The complimentary fried lotus root- thinly sliced, but too greasy. Tasted like (sweet) potatoes. The salad that came with my meal was decent, but how can you mess up greens and bottled salad dressing?
Drab's fried tofu- even though I like piping hot food, the fried bits wouldn't absorb any of the sauce that accompanied this dish, and the tofu lacked any discernible flavor.
I decided not to get fish, because I had already eaten 2 pounds of salmon earlier in the week.
The chicken katsu I ordered- chicken was fine, fried to almost perfection. The sauce, on the other hand, was borderline sour/bitter, something I wouldn't expect of the dipping sauce for chicken katsu. Bitter in my coffee, bitter in my personality, fine. But NEVER fine in my chicken katsu sauce.
Sukiyaki- the song by Kyu Sakamoto, which was originally titled "ue o multe aruko," is nice. What was it- the protagonist walking and looking up at the same time so that his tears don't cry? I might have to do the same so that Drab doesn't see my crying over this dish. The beef and vegetables were alright, but the soup tasted like a watery version of the chicken katsu sauce, and yet still just as sour/bitter!
Drab- scratching his head. Good thing he wasn't doing that while food was in front of him. I'd worry that he might not enjoy garlic salt on his sushi.
To top it all off, when Drab and I were walking outside afterwards, the song "Just the Two of Us"- the original version by Grover Washington/Bill Withers, not the Big Willy style one- was stuck in my head as we walked. "Just the two of us, building castles in the sky"... UGH!!!
In short, Drab hasn't lost his touch. I guess the previous week was a fluke. And the cap he puts on food expenses each month- I almost fainted!
astro boy
Correction- Percy Sledge. Michael Bolton covered that song. So much for knowing my music trivia.
So I decided to listen to Michael Bolton again. HAHA, oh I've never heard of anyone cooing about Los Angeles and trying to make it sound sexy. L-A!!! Okay, going to stop listening to this song. Too emotional.
Olive oil?! HAHA EWWWWW!!!! Food comes out of that hole, and you want to put food back IN? Ahhhhhhhhh.
Ughhh, the orientation's been pushed forward to 11 on Saturday. Maybe learning foreign languages isn't worth it. Then again, I have Drab's letter of reference in my bookbag. I need to fill out the top part, but the bottom part's already filled. HMM.
Anybody know anything about Jeff Buckley?! That name sounds too familiar.
So I decided to listen to Michael Bolton again. HAHA, oh I've never heard of anyone cooing about Los Angeles and trying to make it sound sexy. L-A!!! Okay, going to stop listening to this song. Too emotional.
Olive oil?! HAHA EWWWWW!!!! Food comes out of that hole, and you want to put food back IN? Ahhhhhhhhh.
Ughhh, the orientation's been pushed forward to 11 on Saturday. Maybe learning foreign languages isn't worth it. Then again, I have Drab's letter of reference in my bookbag. I need to fill out the top part, but the bottom part's already filled. HMM.
Anybody know anything about Jeff Buckley?! That name sounds too familiar.
lausanne
I was mulling over my Plans A through Z, possibly AA (exotic dancing), and I started into looking at what an actuary does last night. At 3AM. Which led to me not going to bed until 4:30AM. So my plans tentatively:
A) Medical school
B) Culinary school
C) Traditional Chinese Medicine
D) Food science grad school
E) Actuary
F) Science grad school
...
Z) Marry a rich Jew
AA) Exotic dancing (it would be prostitution here, but sex is involved with that)
Does anyone know anything about the BPA in hard plastics? They're environmental estrogens, yes? What products contain this chemical?
HAHA someone this time was blaring "When a Man Loves a Woman" out of his car at 1 in the afternoon! Oh, SF natives and their bizarre tastes. Sadly, I might have that song on my iTunes. Ope, nevermind. The only Michael Bolton song I have is his Christmas song, "Our Love is Like a Holiday."
Today is the first day that my parents will no longer work at Magic China. I think they're leasing it out, and I don't know what will actually happen to the rest of my family that works there, if they'll keep their job or not.
I don't know what to make of it.
I'm running out of material. Going to brave the streets now, see if lightning strikes twice, or if a car can strike me twice.
A) Medical school
B) Culinary school
C) Traditional Chinese Medicine
D) Food science grad school
E) Actuary
F) Science grad school
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Z) Marry a rich Jew
AA) Exotic dancing (it would be prostitution here, but sex is involved with that)
Does anyone know anything about the BPA in hard plastics? They're environmental estrogens, yes? What products contain this chemical?
HAHA someone this time was blaring "When a Man Loves a Woman" out of his car at 1 in the afternoon! Oh, SF natives and their bizarre tastes. Sadly, I might have that song on my iTunes. Ope, nevermind. The only Michael Bolton song I have is his Christmas song, "Our Love is Like a Holiday."
Today is the first day that my parents will no longer work at Magic China. I think they're leasing it out, and I don't know what will actually happen to the rest of my family that works there, if they'll keep their job or not.
I don't know what to make of it.
I'm running out of material. Going to brave the streets now, see if lightning strikes twice, or if a car can strike me twice.
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