So yeah. It was a surreal weekend. I felt more violated this weekend than I have ever been during college by my roommates. Being attacked by men left and right. Happy Pride Day???
Also hearing stories about Leigh-Ugh and her deviant behavior. Naughty filthy girl hehe. Ugh, what is wrong with Clare's friends?! Making out with each other. Making out with me. Blegh! I haven't made out in forever, I'm so rusty- I really didn't know what was going on half the time. I'm trying to do my thing, and the other person was trying to do their thing, so I end up giving up. I don't even know if I enjoyed any of it. The other persons also like shoving their tongues down my throat! EEE! Everybody's so aggressive! Calm it down, jeez! Saliva all over my mouth!
Then there's the complete strangers- touching me and licking my abs/nipple/body, trying to stick their hands down my pants, grabbing my ass as they walk by. Ugh! Gays are just the same as straights: terrible!
Anyhow, excluding all the events that involved people molesting my body, it was a fun time. If I could do it again, I probably wouldn't bring my jacket next time. It wasn't that cold with that many bodies on the street. Oh yeah, and no raw sexual contact of any kind next time either!
I feel so dirty! And yet I went again today!
We also ended up eating at this sushi place along Castro. Halfway during the meal, I started having deja vu about the place. Poor quality food, Cantonese speaking employees at a Japanese establishment, and the bathroom with the black tiles. And then it hit me- this was the place Drab took me to earlier in the school year. UGH! Why was I there again?!
Random thought- me agreeing to iChat with Janey, but before I accept her invitation, I would drop my pants so that my ass cheeks would be staring/greeting her in the face.
Dreamed about Kaiser. She and I were having a personal conversation, and she was telling me that she found a boyfriend. Not sure whether I was crushed or angry in the dream.
So today- I agreed to go see Hesse and Drab at the Dykes and Bikes parade. Woke up late, showered, took the train to Powell. At first I left the station on the wrong side of the street, so I went back down, following Hesse's directions, and saw the Old Navy store. Once I saw the store, I looked directly to the left of it towards the street to find said people. Who do I notice instantly from glancing at the crowd? DRAB. Drab and his blonde head, ugh. I decided to go back down into the station to get to the other side of the street and grab lunch. Only, the usually shitty Carl's Jr. that's filled with homeless, low income people were now filled with tourists and gays of the world.
So instead I decided to head up to Chinatown and grab cheap dim sum. OHHHH it wss so cheap! I ended up trying You's Dim Sum, which was listed on Yelp. 10+ items for $5.90! YES! The shrimp dumplings and pork siu mai were probably the best things that I had there, mainly because dim sum batches are made early, and the products dry by that late of a lunchtime. So I may try getting there earlier next weekend to try their products as well as the other stalls with such low prices. There's also the Clement area dim sum...
Walked back down Stockton, walked over to Powell and went into H&M, browsed for a while, got back to Old Navy to see that the parade was mostly over. Then this supposed stranger jumped on me, putting his arm around my neck. Turned out to be Hesse. Walked with his friends to the booths and concerts, met up with Drab, Clare and his friend. First time I've seen Drab in months, and he greets me by patting my stomach. Weirdo.
Dinnertime. Park Chow. Once again, while I'm reading the menu, or ordering my food, or eating my meal, I kept feeling this rubbing against my leg. Sometimes tapping, sometimes just laying next to my left leg. I look down through the crack between the tables, and what do I find but Drab's legs extended across, crossed, and fidgeting at my leg. Later on during dinner when I couldn't take it anymore, I use my hand to try to push the foot away, and then Drab just kicks it back to place, saying that he was doing that on purpose. Which then leads me to wonder how many of the other previous times were on purpose. HATEFUL!
Played Smash Bros. Brawl and Mario Soccer on Wii for the first time at Drab's house. Glad I don't have a console anymore- my eyes get so dry when I stare at a TV screen for too long, they start glazing over, and my vision gets blurred.
Tired. Blog later. I missed Margaret Cho, Lady Gaga, Ket Deluna, Cyndi Lauper at the Main Stage today!
6.29.2008
star spangled
Gay Pride party in the Castro- UGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel dirty!!!
I hope nobody took pictures. AHHHH!
I hope nobody took pictures. AHHHH!
6.27.2008
vulpine
15.
2 days ago?
Dream #1:
I was in class with my current human sexuality teacher, and he was giving premed advice at first, but it slowly transitioned to fashion advice. He told this one student to contact Vera Wang, and gave the business card to him. At the end of class, the students were all supposed to turn in a blue sheet, a white slip, and a manilla envelope full of papers in trays at the front desk. I left my backpack on my desk while walking up to the trays/bins to turn in my homework. This guy at the front asked me to wait for him even though I was going back to my seat. Got to my desk, picked up my backpack, and left. Back at the apartment, this girl was waiting there, someone from class, and she asked if she could borrow one of my things. She proceeded to walk into my room, asked about some stuff, and was criticizing how small the apartment was. Then I started arguing back with her, but she left, and somehow she turned out to be the next door neighbor, leaving some note on the front of my door. I headed for the station, missed the train, and had to wait until the next one... enter second dream.
Dream #2:
Setting- an open top dance floor, or a club with the roof excised. Drab asked to dance with me, which puzzled me since he can't dance. Not only that, I was still mad at him, but SOMEHOW I ended up agreeing, so long as we didn't talk. We were dancing cheek to cheek, Drab and me, like that Fred Astaire song, only in my song, it would begin with "Hell... I'm in Hellllllll..." (http://youtube.com/watch?v=pJ4a7kpUG2E). What was peculiar, besides the blatantly obvious, was that we danced in 3-second intervals, paused, and resumed, repeating that pattern over and over. After the beginning, there certainly was no talking afterwards, so Drab could at least follow instructions. Towards the end, I had this out of body experience as the view panned out, with me overlooking the entire scene, seeing the both of us on the dance floor. I was literally suspended in disbelief, so embarrassed that I pulled myself out of my sleep.
Turns out these two dreams occurred within the span of 1-2 hours. Is it possible to enter REM sleep in that short of a time? I don't know what pisses me off more, the dream itself, or the fact that my subconscious automatically resolves my conflict for me so that I can't hold a grudge against that asshole in reality. From a rational standpoint, asking me to dance was a much safer choice than asking me out to dinner- that probably would have been more irksome. UGH I'm so angry; going to eat something.
Might go see Wall-E tomorrow morning. Then... observing the gay holidays?
2 days ago?
Dream #1:
I was in class with my current human sexuality teacher, and he was giving premed advice at first, but it slowly transitioned to fashion advice. He told this one student to contact Vera Wang, and gave the business card to him. At the end of class, the students were all supposed to turn in a blue sheet, a white slip, and a manilla envelope full of papers in trays at the front desk. I left my backpack on my desk while walking up to the trays/bins to turn in my homework. This guy at the front asked me to wait for him even though I was going back to my seat. Got to my desk, picked up my backpack, and left. Back at the apartment, this girl was waiting there, someone from class, and she asked if she could borrow one of my things. She proceeded to walk into my room, asked about some stuff, and was criticizing how small the apartment was. Then I started arguing back with her, but she left, and somehow she turned out to be the next door neighbor, leaving some note on the front of my door. I headed for the station, missed the train, and had to wait until the next one... enter second dream.
Dream #2:
Setting- an open top dance floor, or a club with the roof excised. Drab asked to dance with me, which puzzled me since he can't dance. Not only that, I was still mad at him, but SOMEHOW I ended up agreeing, so long as we didn't talk. We were dancing cheek to cheek, Drab and me, like that Fred Astaire song, only in my song, it would begin with "Hell... I'm in Hellllllll..." (http://youtube.com/watch?v=pJ4a7kpUG2E). What was peculiar, besides the blatantly obvious, was that we danced in 3-second intervals, paused, and resumed, repeating that pattern over and over. After the beginning, there certainly was no talking afterwards, so Drab could at least follow instructions. Towards the end, I had this out of body experience as the view panned out, with me overlooking the entire scene, seeing the both of us on the dance floor. I was literally suspended in disbelief, so embarrassed that I pulled myself out of my sleep.
Turns out these two dreams occurred within the span of 1-2 hours. Is it possible to enter REM sleep in that short of a time? I don't know what pisses me off more, the dream itself, or the fact that my subconscious automatically resolves my conflict for me so that I can't hold a grudge against that asshole in reality. From a rational standpoint, asking me to dance was a much safer choice than asking me out to dinner- that probably would have been more irksome. UGH I'm so angry; going to eat something.
Might go see Wall-E tomorrow morning. Then... observing the gay holidays?
6.24.2008
looking glass
Cyndi Lauper and the B-52s are playing in the Bay Area this weekend. Ming dynasty at the Asian Art museum opens later this week. Feist, Steely Dan, John Mellencamp, ABC, Radiohead, Beck, Bill Maher, even Donna Summer!
Since I'm not going to be online around midnight, I might as well curse Merry Unbirthdays to jackass Clare and Leigh-Ugh. He's reliving his college days, I'm reliving my college days having to deal with his drunk ass.
Does someone have to be classified as heterosexual, homosexual, or anything in between if they're not having sex? If people have homosexual and/or heterosexual fantasies in their head, does that automatically imply that they're one, the other, or both?
Since I'm not going to be online around midnight, I might as well curse Merry Unbirthdays to jackass Clare and Leigh-Ugh. He's reliving his college days, I'm reliving my college days having to deal with his drunk ass.
Does someone have to be classified as heterosexual, homosexual, or anything in between if they're not having sex? If people have homosexual and/or heterosexual fantasies in their head, does that automatically imply that they're one, the other, or both?
6.23.2008
dinner invitation
Finally started using my camera. First pictures taken? Food.
空心菜
Marinated Chicken Wings, Baked
Served with steamed rice.
Interesting weekend coming up. Hesse's coming down, Carbon Copy are coming up for Gay Pride part deux, concert with the SF Symphony in the park, maybe more?
空心菜
Marinated Chicken Wings, Baked
Served with steamed rice.
Interesting weekend coming up. Hesse's coming down, Carbon Copy are coming up for Gay Pride part deux, concert with the SF Symphony in the park, maybe more?
huy fong
14.
If I try not to hang out with Drab, I'm going to end up dreaming about him. It's a double-edged sword for me.
Well, the first dream was me on this playground, and then some apocalypse started to occur, where the ground was breaking and shifting like tectonic plates on top of one another, while all the children were screaming and trying to flee, or still playing on the tennis courts, seesaw, other equipment on the playground.
The second dream was me in the back seat of a car in which Drab was driving, and this girl was sitting in the passenger seat. They were going on with their conversation, and I started to lie down in the back. Then the girl reaches over to kiss Drab or something, but Drab tells her to stop. She keeps yammering on about how I was asleep, so I wasn't going to catch anything. I wasn't asleep. I saw them trying to kiss each other while not watching the road, and then talking about the most inane subjects. Usually when people are bored, they try to escape reality. I'm getting so bored from my dream that I need to escape it by returning to reality.
UGH! HATEFUL!
If I try not to hang out with Drab, I'm going to end up dreaming about him. It's a double-edged sword for me.
Well, the first dream was me on this playground, and then some apocalypse started to occur, where the ground was breaking and shifting like tectonic plates on top of one another, while all the children were screaming and trying to flee, or still playing on the tennis courts, seesaw, other equipment on the playground.
The second dream was me in the back seat of a car in which Drab was driving, and this girl was sitting in the passenger seat. They were going on with their conversation, and I started to lie down in the back. Then the girl reaches over to kiss Drab or something, but Drab tells her to stop. She keeps yammering on about how I was asleep, so I wasn't going to catch anything. I wasn't asleep. I saw them trying to kiss each other while not watching the road, and then talking about the most inane subjects. Usually when people are bored, they try to escape reality. I'm getting so bored from my dream that I need to escape it by returning to reality.
UGH! HATEFUL!
6.22.2008
epicure
Woke up in a foul mood; maybe I was still angry.
Decided to go hang out/catch up with Hesse in the afternoon instead of going to a free music festival.
Right as I was about to walk out the door to catch the Muni, I checked my mailbox to find a postcard from Kaiser, which brought a smile to my face. Basically, her word choice: direct, does not lead anybody on. She says what she means, she means what she says. All the right words, and she likes good food, always a plus. Yet the handwriting... even if she weren't writing on a toilet seat this time, I still can't make out this one word which I've been analyzing most of the day.
Spent most of the afternoon/night with Hesse. Mall, dinner, movie. How many good choices? 2 out of 3. Expressmen, even though they were having a sale- not so much a fan of their clothing. Overall? Not a bad time at all.
Decided to go hang out/catch up with Hesse in the afternoon instead of going to a free music festival.
Right as I was about to walk out the door to catch the Muni, I checked my mailbox to find a postcard from Kaiser, which brought a smile to my face. Basically, her word choice: direct, does not lead anybody on. She says what she means, she means what she says. All the right words, and she likes good food, always a plus. Yet the handwriting... even if she weren't writing on a toilet seat this time, I still can't make out this one word which I've been analyzing most of the day.
Spent most of the afternoon/night with Hesse. Mall, dinner, movie. How many good choices? 2 out of 3. Expressmen, even though they were having a sale- not so much a fan of their clothing. Overall? Not a bad time at all.
road hazards
There are times in one's life when one tries to move on from the past.
Tonight was not one of them. UGH! Terrible me, drunk texting, I'm such a hypocrite! My hands were idle, impulses exaggerated in that state. UGH!
Terrible Clare, being the usual crazy ass, only, since I'm around, I have to deal with his antics.
Carl Jung, emitting too much fluid from his mouth all over the place. My aura of bad luck did not affect Clare this time, but it transferred over to Mr. Jung. Spilling things at restaurants, failing to hock loogies into trash cans all over town.
Trying to invite Drab to drink when I'm drunk, but good that he doesn't see me in my inebriated state. Psh emailing me at 3 in the morning about lunch but not bothering to call in case I didn't get the email on time. Hateful!
AHHH!!! Alcohol, MMM! Headache, ouch! Hiccups! Where did my pants go? Where did my undies go?!
Clare's bits and pieces from tonight's dinner are still in the toilet!
Bedtime!
Tonight was not one of them. UGH! Terrible me, drunk texting, I'm such a hypocrite! My hands were idle, impulses exaggerated in that state. UGH!
Terrible Clare, being the usual crazy ass, only, since I'm around, I have to deal with his antics.
Carl Jung, emitting too much fluid from his mouth all over the place. My aura of bad luck did not affect Clare this time, but it transferred over to Mr. Jung. Spilling things at restaurants, failing to hock loogies into trash cans all over town.
Trying to invite Drab to drink when I'm drunk, but good that he doesn't see me in my inebriated state. Psh emailing me at 3 in the morning about lunch but not bothering to call in case I didn't get the email on time. Hateful!
AHHH!!! Alcohol, MMM! Headache, ouch! Hiccups! Where did my pants go? Where did my undies go?!
Clare's bits and pieces from tonight's dinner are still in the toilet!
Bedtime!
6.20.2008
losing face
Is 8 Immortals really that good?? Every time I look outside my window, people are standing outside waiting to get a table, or cars are stopped outside the restaurant, essentially blocking off one of the two lanes to get to the highway.
I couldn't fall asleep last night- the asshole Russian above me apparently likes to move furniture at 4/5 in the morning.
Free music concerts in the summer... hopefully it'll be cooler by the weekend.
Mixed feelings about the Olympics in China. Very worried about how things will turn out. Not sure if I should be proud of my own heritage which aspires to be the best but leaves their own people with nothing afterward. Even if they win gold, the athletes have no marketable skills to get employment after quitting sports. Trends have shown that the hosting country usually wins the most gold medals in that summer. Maybe the pressure of losing face will be too much.
As for me, I find myself losing clothes- SO HOT in SF right now. Atypical weather... I feel like I'm back in Houston again. The only thing I've done today since coming back from class in Berkeley and talking to the black girl classmate was eat, watch a movie, undress, and lay in my boxer briefs in bed.
New food venture: buckwheat and yam soba!
I couldn't fall asleep last night- the asshole Russian above me apparently likes to move furniture at 4/5 in the morning.
Free music concerts in the summer... hopefully it'll be cooler by the weekend.
Mixed feelings about the Olympics in China. Very worried about how things will turn out. Not sure if I should be proud of my own heritage which aspires to be the best but leaves their own people with nothing afterward. Even if they win gold, the athletes have no marketable skills to get employment after quitting sports. Trends have shown that the hosting country usually wins the most gold medals in that summer. Maybe the pressure of losing face will be too much.
As for me, I find myself losing clothes- SO HOT in SF right now. Atypical weather... I feel like I'm back in Houston again. The only thing I've done today since coming back from class in Berkeley and talking to the black girl classmate was eat, watch a movie, undress, and lay in my boxer briefs in bed.
New food venture: buckwheat and yam soba!
6.19.2008
cowper
Considering another blog move to tumblr. My site's already set up; only thing I'd have to do is start posting on it.
Internship offer in stem cell development at UCSF. What to do about these choices?!
Haha Doerfy, Nilk, and Chief. I supposed I could visit them after September.
Because of food shortages and rising costs of production, they're apparently reducing the size of cereal boxes by 1.5 oz. Got it from slashfood I think. They're also shrinking the quantity you get from beer glasses at bars. Now you're getting gypped the full pint, getting 14 oz. instead of the normal 16 because of a thicker base.
On a brighter note, I've found the optimal conditions to get a toasty bagel that's soft enough to chew yet maintains the crispy goodness of toast without the black char. MMM!!!
Internship offer in stem cell development at UCSF. What to do about these choices?!
Haha Doerfy, Nilk, and Chief. I supposed I could visit them after September.
Because of food shortages and rising costs of production, they're apparently reducing the size of cereal boxes by 1.5 oz. Got it from slashfood I think. They're also shrinking the quantity you get from beer glasses at bars. Now you're getting gypped the full pint, getting 14 oz. instead of the normal 16 because of a thicker base.
On a brighter note, I've found the optimal conditions to get a toasty bagel that's soft enough to chew yet maintains the crispy goodness of toast without the black char. MMM!!!
6.18.2008
prepuce
I find myself unable to keep my emotions in check from reading silly little emails from people I haven't talked to in a while.
Sex test in 12 hours. I wasted my time watching this Korean drama about two competing chefs. That too- cooking a soup great enough to make a king cry. If only...
Tomorrow night will begin my next endeavor in food: noodles. Mainly noodle soups, something healthier than pan-fried noodles.
Having multiple dreams every night in the past week. Yesterday's was about me having to take care of my grandfather since his health had rapidly declined since I've been away from LA. He was more fragile than ever, and as he was walking up the stairs, I was careless and failed to look after him. He missed a step and came falling backward towards me, and I caught him in my arms improperly to the point where there was a snap in a part of his spine. Then the family flew into a panic, some even yelling at me for not being attentive.
What does it mean?
Sex test in 12 hours. I wasted my time watching this Korean drama about two competing chefs. That too- cooking a soup great enough to make a king cry. If only...
Tomorrow night will begin my next endeavor in food: noodles. Mainly noodle soups, something healthier than pan-fried noodles.
Having multiple dreams every night in the past week. Yesterday's was about me having to take care of my grandfather since his health had rapidly declined since I've been away from LA. He was more fragile than ever, and as he was walking up the stairs, I was careless and failed to look after him. He missed a step and came falling backward towards me, and I caught him in my arms improperly to the point where there was a snap in a part of his spine. Then the family flew into a panic, some even yelling at me for not being attentive.
What does it mean?
6.16.2008
fu ru
On a whim, decided to head to Irving to shop for Chinese groceries.
Just stepping off the bus, the smell of Asian food saturated in the air sent me on a trip.
Vietnamese, Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Asian desserts, Asian supermarkets = Nirvana.
My version of heaven would be an enormous supermarket, with the everyday low prices, minus the child labor in the sweatshops like Walmart.
I decided to stop at my favorite supermarket, the one on 23rd. Me, in a market, without a plan of attack. I just started grabbing whatever was on my mind- empty heart cabbage, fermented bean curd, silken tofu, bing cherries for 99 cents/lb, preserved vegetable, shanghainese noodles, chinese noodles, spinach noodles. I even grabbed the whole chicken wings with tongs in the meat section, put it in the bag, got my hands dirty while grocery shopping. I hope I washed them before eating my sandwich.
Good things don't last long, though. I went back to the sauce section to figure out what I needed in order to make a marinade for the chicken wings, to add to the soup base for my ramen noodles from scratch. Picked up a generic Chinese marinade, hoisin sauce, and then started to look for a chili paste.
I was browsing through the chili paste section when this sudden memory came up about a time Drab was telling me about his favorite brand of chili paste that he liked to use/add to his instant ramen at Jones. So I was instantly brought back to reality, where the angels stop singing, and the Chinese cashier ladies are yelling at all the customers in the store.
When I got back to my apartment and started unpacking all the way, I stared at the chili paste that I got for a moment. I just picked out the cheapest one available, but once I started looking at the plastic container and focusing on the rooster label (not Sriracha), it suddenly dawned on me that THAT was the exact chili paste that Drab likes.
Here's what I think about this memory: Right-click: "Today @ Irving" file -> Move to Trash. Right-click: Trash Can -> Empty Trash. Prompt: "Are you sure you want to remove the items in the trash permanently? You cannot undo this action." Click: YES!
Oh yeah, I'm also going to send my 10 hour per week sex class to the trash can as well.
Just stepping off the bus, the smell of Asian food saturated in the air sent me on a trip.
Vietnamese, Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Asian desserts, Asian supermarkets = Nirvana.
My version of heaven would be an enormous supermarket, with the everyday low prices, minus the child labor in the sweatshops like Walmart.
I decided to stop at my favorite supermarket, the one on 23rd. Me, in a market, without a plan of attack. I just started grabbing whatever was on my mind- empty heart cabbage, fermented bean curd, silken tofu, bing cherries for 99 cents/lb, preserved vegetable, shanghainese noodles, chinese noodles, spinach noodles. I even grabbed the whole chicken wings with tongs in the meat section, put it in the bag, got my hands dirty while grocery shopping. I hope I washed them before eating my sandwich.
Good things don't last long, though. I went back to the sauce section to figure out what I needed in order to make a marinade for the chicken wings, to add to the soup base for my ramen noodles from scratch. Picked up a generic Chinese marinade, hoisin sauce, and then started to look for a chili paste.
I was browsing through the chili paste section when this sudden memory came up about a time Drab was telling me about his favorite brand of chili paste that he liked to use/add to his instant ramen at Jones. So I was instantly brought back to reality, where the angels stop singing, and the Chinese cashier ladies are yelling at all the customers in the store.
When I got back to my apartment and started unpacking all the way, I stared at the chili paste that I got for a moment. I just picked out the cheapest one available, but once I started looking at the plastic container and focusing on the rooster label (not Sriracha), it suddenly dawned on me that THAT was the exact chili paste that Drab likes.
Here's what I think about this memory: Right-click: "Today @ Irving" file -> Move to Trash. Right-click: Trash Can -> Empty Trash. Prompt: "Are you sure you want to remove the items in the trash permanently? You cannot undo this action." Click: YES!
Oh yeah, I'm also going to send my 10 hour per week sex class to the trash can as well.
recreational cooking
Looking into a few things for the future...
I started searching for studios in Austin that were under $1000. That did not minimize my search results at all. You can get studios there for $500, with amenities, which is 1/3 of the price for a studio with shittier conditions here in San Francisco.
Guilty pleasure: trying out all the different kinds of Anytizers frozen food products at the supermarket.
4 more weeks of human sexuality, and I'll finally be able to get rid of all these sexual thoughts, sexual statistics, sexual positions in my head.
Jalto- you could pull off that deal, unless you're going to use that flimsy catapult of pure love. What I would recommend instead is my catapult of old age cynicism- it's sturdier, built to last, and there's plenty of them to go around.
It's cheaper to take dance classes than to take recreational cooking classes. There's this one Wok Wiz tour that I could take through Chinatown, but I could just as easily spend all that money buying food instead of one meal ticket. That's going to be my first project with my new camera this weekend.
I started searching for studios in Austin that were under $1000. That did not minimize my search results at all. You can get studios there for $500, with amenities, which is 1/3 of the price for a studio with shittier conditions here in San Francisco.
Guilty pleasure: trying out all the different kinds of Anytizers frozen food products at the supermarket.
4 more weeks of human sexuality, and I'll finally be able to get rid of all these sexual thoughts, sexual statistics, sexual positions in my head.
Jalto- you could pull off that deal, unless you're going to use that flimsy catapult of pure love. What I would recommend instead is my catapult of old age cynicism- it's sturdier, built to last, and there's plenty of them to go around.
It's cheaper to take dance classes than to take recreational cooking classes. There's this one Wok Wiz tour that I could take through Chinatown, but I could just as easily spend all that money buying food instead of one meal ticket. That's going to be my first project with my new camera this weekend.
6.15.2008
kamaboko
I'm fiddling with my first digital camera.
This homeless man walked into the laundromat, took some clothes out of the lost and found, and proceeded to unzip his pants right there to tuck in the stolen clothes.
Finished reading Catcher in the Rye. So much more I got out of that back than I did in high school, probably because I skipped through several pages when I got tired of his whining. It was funnier the second time around. And Mr. Antolini! Hah! Patting Holden on the head.
Those assholes at the Asian Cardio Center finally responded to me about volunteering, oh, 2 months after I called them. Prompt feedback my ass.
Oops. Happy Father's Day. Not that I can do much if they're over in an undisclosed location in Europe.
Time to scramble eggs. Chives. Other goodies.
This homeless man walked into the laundromat, took some clothes out of the lost and found, and proceeded to unzip his pants right there to tuck in the stolen clothes.
Finished reading Catcher in the Rye. So much more I got out of that back than I did in high school, probably because I skipped through several pages when I got tired of his whining. It was funnier the second time around. And Mr. Antolini! Hah! Patting Holden on the head.
Those assholes at the Asian Cardio Center finally responded to me about volunteering, oh, 2 months after I called them. Prompt feedback my ass.
Oops. Happy Father's Day. Not that I can do much if they're over in an undisclosed location in Europe.
Time to scramble eggs. Chives. Other goodies.
6.06.2008
bay chef
Favorite things to eat as a kid: I would grab a Kraft singles slice, then grab a slice of those square-shaped Oscar Meyer luncheon meats, most likely the ham with the tiny cheese inserts. I'd place the meat first onto the plate, then place the cheese, centered, on top of the meat. After that, I roll it up into a cigarette-like figure before eating it.
3rd grade: The year when my class won the track meet at the end of the school year. The only year, I think, that my class would win the track meet. I think my job in the race was to hop in a potato sack. This teacher I would remember mainly for being Czech, since she always talked about going to West Fest, and that she was pear-shaped. She brought up that idea in class about how women are two types of bodies- they either become pears or apples. I figured she was a pear since she was more bottom-heavy.
This was also the first year I started wearing glasses; I still blame it on reading too many books and staring directly at the sun while in the car. I still have them, my biggest mistake: these huge eyeglasses with 2x2 sq. in. lenses, and a plastic frame set that were probably designed to be worn by grannies. If people had seen this picture instead of the one people saw at the restaurant serving the wine senior year... OH it would have been so much more embarrassing.
Talked to this neuro PI yesterday. Surprised again by how nice and responsive he was. Nice research, offered shadowing opportunities, talked about the application process, selection criteria, some nice restaurant down by Ocean Beach. He had nice hair as well.
Sometimes I do have the intention of writing something with the goal of making the reader literally burst out laughing. No idea how many times it's successful.
This nice thing is tedious. Expect a darker narrative next time. Possible topics involve theft, infidelity, death, disappointment, the usual.
3rd grade: The year when my class won the track meet at the end of the school year. The only year, I think, that my class would win the track meet. I think my job in the race was to hop in a potato sack. This teacher I would remember mainly for being Czech, since she always talked about going to West Fest, and that she was pear-shaped. She brought up that idea in class about how women are two types of bodies- they either become pears or apples. I figured she was a pear since she was more bottom-heavy.
This was also the first year I started wearing glasses; I still blame it on reading too many books and staring directly at the sun while in the car. I still have them, my biggest mistake: these huge eyeglasses with 2x2 sq. in. lenses, and a plastic frame set that were probably designed to be worn by grannies. If people had seen this picture instead of the one people saw at the restaurant serving the wine senior year... OH it would have been so much more embarrassing.
Talked to this neuro PI yesterday. Surprised again by how nice and responsive he was. Nice research, offered shadowing opportunities, talked about the application process, selection criteria, some nice restaurant down by Ocean Beach. He had nice hair as well.
Sometimes I do have the intention of writing something with the goal of making the reader literally burst out laughing. No idea how many times it's successful.
This nice thing is tedious. Expect a darker narrative next time. Possible topics involve theft, infidelity, death, disappointment, the usual.
6.04.2008
shoulder holder
Does anyone want to help me take care of someone else's fish? Specifically, the Jewish/Russian couple's daughter's fish? Tetras, lemon tetras, glass catfish, and zebra danios.
Woke up for MCAT class, decided not to go to UCSF, got on the Muni to transfer to BART.
Went to Berkeley today.
Saw a poor Asian guy playing the erhu at Embarcadero this morning.
Arrived at downtown Berkeley, to see another poor guy playing a mini-accordion at the BART station.
So many restaurants to I want to try out down Shattuck!
Watched Kung Fu Panda after class.
Finished Oliver Sacks book, moving on to How We Die or Alice in Wonderland.
Annoying Asian girl child on the MUNI line back to my apartment. I wanted to kick her in the face and/or smash it into the glass window. I hope none of you have an Asian daughter- one of the more annoying kids to have with the incessant whining and high-pitched voice, spoiled, ugly, no consideration in public. She was whining in English and Cantonese- I wanted to cuss her out in both languages.
Woke up for MCAT class, decided not to go to UCSF, got on the Muni to transfer to BART.
Went to Berkeley today.
Saw a poor Asian guy playing the erhu at Embarcadero this morning.
Arrived at downtown Berkeley, to see another poor guy playing a mini-accordion at the BART station.
So many restaurants to I want to try out down Shattuck!
Watched Kung Fu Panda after class.
Finished Oliver Sacks book, moving on to How We Die or Alice in Wonderland.
Annoying Asian girl child on the MUNI line back to my apartment. I wanted to kick her in the face and/or smash it into the glass window. I hope none of you have an Asian daughter- one of the more annoying kids to have with the incessant whining and high-pitched voice, spoiled, ugly, no consideration in public. She was whining in English and Cantonese- I wanted to cuss her out in both languages.
sebum
Even certain sex positions are in style this summer, most of which are hilarious to read about. C.A.T.? Stargazer?! Trapeze?!
Visited Parnassus, YET AGAIN. Only this time I got great advice, infinitely better than that useless perv of a premed advisor on campus.
I feel like enlisting into some dance classes- hip hop AND ballroom. Except ballroom is a social dance, which would involve me rotating through partners. I can't even commit with one person; how am I going to go through several women once a week for 10 consecutive weeks?!
I probably shouldn't have brought Drab up in conversation; he's probably going to go to Drab- since he knows him apparently- and talk to him about me, and then Drab will know who I've been talking to. Ugh. STUPID STUPID STUPID. So much for winning at this game.
Today's not an appropriate day for chili, but I'm willing to try out some new combinations. After this MCAT garbage.
It's a new summer. Time for new goals:
1.) Relearn Cantonese, Mandarin, and Spanish. Pick up French and Swedish.
2.) Do well with summer classes and crush the MCAT.
3.) Look into culinary arts/patisserie programs, figure out an ideal time to enroll.
4.) Start taking dance classes, once a week, then gradually increase if possible.
5.) Volunteer research, volunteering at a hospital.
6.) Continue taking classes to improve the GPA.
7.) Keep in touch with people.
8.) Read all the books I've purchased.
Visited Parnassus, YET AGAIN. Only this time I got great advice, infinitely better than that useless perv of a premed advisor on campus.
I feel like enlisting into some dance classes- hip hop AND ballroom. Except ballroom is a social dance, which would involve me rotating through partners. I can't even commit with one person; how am I going to go through several women once a week for 10 consecutive weeks?!
I probably shouldn't have brought Drab up in conversation; he's probably going to go to Drab- since he knows him apparently- and talk to him about me, and then Drab will know who I've been talking to. Ugh. STUPID STUPID STUPID. So much for winning at this game.
Today's not an appropriate day for chili, but I'm willing to try out some new combinations. After this MCAT garbage.
It's a new summer. Time for new goals:
1.) Relearn Cantonese, Mandarin, and Spanish. Pick up French and Swedish.
2.) Do well with summer classes and crush the MCAT.
3.) Look into culinary arts/patisserie programs, figure out an ideal time to enroll.
4.) Start taking dance classes, once a week, then gradually increase if possible.
5.) Volunteer research, volunteering at a hospital.
6.) Continue taking classes to improve the GPA.
7.) Keep in touch with people.
8.) Read all the books I've purchased.
6.03.2008
language pod
GOOD, glad to know you won't be joining Artie any time soon. Yet I am not interviewing with him. Also, I saw a picture of Stavros' face from the school website... HMM. In the nicest of ways, I'm going to have to say... a distortion of Oliver Platt.
AH HA HA! This Swedish podcast that I'm listening to sounds just like an extended version of what the PA speakers announce at Ikea. And the actual topic is restaurant vocabulary! All they need to do now is talk about Swedish meatballs, and I'm set. The Spanish podcast involves lessons from a Scottish speaker, the Cantonese podcast has a British English-taught Cantonese host trying to teach Korean and Japanese. The French podcast is snooty.
Sleeping and eating. All I've been doing in the past few days. It seems like it would be the ideal life, but I need to be productive again. Do things with my hands. Then again, it was a slightly cold day today, so taking an afternoon nap under warm blankets was quite pleasurable.
Which is the better option: to compliment your friends and make them feel good about themselves, or criticize them so that they can improve and succeed?
Marc Jacobs said it right, about how the curiosity of sex should be more interesting than the domination itself.
Why do people like interviewing on Thursdays.
Kung Fu Panda's coming out Friday. EEE!
AH HA HA! This Swedish podcast that I'm listening to sounds just like an extended version of what the PA speakers announce at Ikea. And the actual topic is restaurant vocabulary! All they need to do now is talk about Swedish meatballs, and I'm set. The Spanish podcast involves lessons from a Scottish speaker, the Cantonese podcast has a British English-taught Cantonese host trying to teach Korean and Japanese. The French podcast is snooty.
Sleeping and eating. All I've been doing in the past few days. It seems like it would be the ideal life, but I need to be productive again. Do things with my hands. Then again, it was a slightly cold day today, so taking an afternoon nap under warm blankets was quite pleasurable.
Which is the better option: to compliment your friends and make them feel good about themselves, or criticize them so that they can improve and succeed?
Marc Jacobs said it right, about how the curiosity of sex should be more interesting than the domination itself.
Why do people like interviewing on Thursdays.
Kung Fu Panda's coming out Friday. EEE!
subventricular zone
I thought that name sounded familiar... I was searching through this neurosurgeon's publications that I'm going to interview with on Thursday, and HIS PI's last name shook one of my dendritic branches. He might be one of the two PI's that Drab is deciding on after his rotations end in June. I can only confirm that Stavros is one of them
And now this weird slutty Asian girl from Berkeley is friending me on Facebook. AHHH! Her picture indicates that either she's trying to seduce you, or she really hss to go to the bathroom.
I'm going to the supermarket, where everything makes sense, and the people in there are separated from me by more than six degrees.
It's a simple Canon Powershot Elph. And I am NOT taking pictures of my hair. It's TOO short.
If you decide to take the MCAT in 2008 or beyond, you will get your results 14 days after the test date. Scary.
And now this weird slutty Asian girl from Berkeley is friending me on Facebook. AHHH! Her picture indicates that either she's trying to seduce you, or she really hss to go to the bathroom.
I'm going to the supermarket, where everything makes sense, and the people in there are separated from me by more than six degrees.
It's a simple Canon Powershot Elph. And I am NOT taking pictures of my hair. It's TOO short.
If you decide to take the MCAT in 2008 or beyond, you will get your results 14 days after the test date. Scary.
6.02.2008
blue moon
I'm going to be in Berkeley on Fridays for about two months. Downtown Berkeley could be another place to cover in the summer.
Actor obsessions of the month: Mel Gibson and Sarah Michelle Gellar. She's only 31 years old. No idea where I'm going with this information. She's married.
Back to being a boy with my toys. First thought that came to my mind as I opened the camera package: "What's the first picture that I should take with this camera? Mah Azz."
Just preparing you all for the worst- don't expect to be surprised by the moonshine.
In those rap songs when they're talking about hair, do you spell it hurr or herr? Does the spelling consistently follow there: thurr?
AHHH!!! I could potentially be doing research/playing with neural stem cell development. FUCK!
Actor obsessions of the month: Mel Gibson and Sarah Michelle Gellar. She's only 31 years old. No idea where I'm going with this information. She's married.
Back to being a boy with my toys. First thought that came to my mind as I opened the camera package: "What's the first picture that I should take with this camera? Mah Azz."
Just preparing you all for the worst- don't expect to be surprised by the moonshine.
In those rap songs when they're talking about hair, do you spell it hurr or herr? Does the spelling consistently follow there: thurr?
AHHH!!! I could potentially be doing research/playing with neural stem cell development. FUCK!
6.01.2008
singularity
Supposedly isolation from social situations can be life-shortening. Good relationships may act like a vitamin for your body. Everything's out to get me...
6 A's for the semester?! OH!!! I was expecting two A-'s! I could eat a cow right now! I'll settle for strawberries, grapes, and a nectarine instead.
Next street to conquer: Fillmore, or Clement, or Geary. Most likely Fillmore, since my volunteer place involves me going up that street.
I got to Cal Pac early, so I sat down in the waiting area where the relatives watch soap operas on TV, and old issues of the New Yorker lie around the tables (although they're up to date with magazines like Details...).
While I was waiting, I read Oliver Sacks' book (The Guy Who Mistook his Wife for a Hat), and in one chapter it was talking about how he administered L-Dopa to some patients, whose memories were reactivated. He claims that some memories just remain dormant and require the right trigger to bring them back to the surface. As I was reading this, the memory of the album cover that Drab gave me senior year sprang up. Just thinking about the two irregularly cropped heads facing each other flooded my face with embarrassment.
Transport training at the hospital- four hours of walking all over the place. BORING. Although...
I saw an Asian lady throwing up constantly in the Emergency Department, almost caught sight of old white man ass but managed to turn away at the last minute, found the location where the workers took smoke breaks, and rode in a stranger's car because he wanted to repark it and not get towed.
There's more, but I'm hungry.
6 A's for the semester?! OH!!! I was expecting two A-'s! I could eat a cow right now! I'll settle for strawberries, grapes, and a nectarine instead.
Next street to conquer: Fillmore, or Clement, or Geary. Most likely Fillmore, since my volunteer place involves me going up that street.
I got to Cal Pac early, so I sat down in the waiting area where the relatives watch soap operas on TV, and old issues of the New Yorker lie around the tables (although they're up to date with magazines like Details...).
While I was waiting, I read Oliver Sacks' book (The Guy Who Mistook his Wife for a Hat), and in one chapter it was talking about how he administered L-Dopa to some patients, whose memories were reactivated. He claims that some memories just remain dormant and require the right trigger to bring them back to the surface. As I was reading this, the memory of the album cover that Drab gave me senior year sprang up. Just thinking about the two irregularly cropped heads facing each other flooded my face with embarrassment.
Transport training at the hospital- four hours of walking all over the place. BORING. Although...
I saw an Asian lady throwing up constantly in the Emergency Department, almost caught sight of old white man ass but managed to turn away at the last minute, found the location where the workers took smoke breaks, and rode in a stranger's car because he wanted to repark it and not get towed.
There's more, but I'm hungry.
le festin
Riding the Line 22(?) up and down Fillmore, one tends to hear the N-word being thrown about by both African and Mexican Americans. Somehow it's not surprising that both races are able to use that word in public.
Another job interview at UCSF... and yet I can't even remember applying for this job. His research sounds pretty interesting, though. Neural stem cells and development.
Is it wrong to feel that stupidity arises when Asians gather in groups in America? Particularly Asian youth who blindly support Asian groups/activities/ideals without even questioning their actions.
Purchased a digital camera today. Finally. After not having one like all the cool kids in college, I now have a simple point-and-shoot slim design Canon along with an 8 gb SDHC (it was discounted 40 dollars). Expect this blog to be spruced with animated images. Hopefully I'll be able to capture events like getting hit by that lady earlier in the year for all to experience the event as I do.
Another job interview at UCSF... and yet I can't even remember applying for this job. His research sounds pretty interesting, though. Neural stem cells and development.
Is it wrong to feel that stupidity arises when Asians gather in groups in America? Particularly Asian youth who blindly support Asian groups/activities/ideals without even questioning their actions.
Purchased a digital camera today. Finally. After not having one like all the cool kids in college, I now have a simple point-and-shoot slim design Canon along with an 8 gb SDHC (it was discounted 40 dollars). Expect this blog to be spruced with animated images. Hopefully I'll be able to capture events like getting hit by that lady earlier in the year for all to experience the event as I do.
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