as mentioned previously, my veggie sandwich
we're hard
garlic festival!
san jose!
dolores park/pretty in pink
b33!
sf ballet stern grove!
tartine!
Friday, August 28, 2009
picturas por favor!
as mentioned previously, my veggie sandwich
we're hard
garlic festival!
san jose!
dolores park/pretty in pink
b33!
sf ballet stern grove!
tartine!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
post grad
Life post grad is definitely not close to anything I imagined or even planned. It’s quite weird. At this time I thought I’d be working at a huge hospital, taking care of ppl, saving money, buying clothes, training to run a marathon, and living the good life. Instead, I failed my boards and my daily routine is mundane and dreadful.
I wake up every weekday unnaturally at 9am. I dread getting out of bed because after living for 5 years in warm southern cali, leaving my warm covers is unbearable. In my head, I know I should get up and go straight to studying but I need coffee and am addicted to my daily dose of celebrity gossip. I spend the first hour awake perusing celebrity gossip and fashion blogs with my coffee in hand all while saying to myself “Stop! Stop! You’re so obsessed!.” It’s true. I’m infatuated with the lives of other people. I give myself an hour before I get to studying. Studying lasts for 2 hours until 12pm. This, of course, is when Alexa Chung’s show is on. Alexa Chung, is, as you all know, my latest girl crush and thus I must watch her witty trivial banter with B-list celebs EVERYDAY. Ahh! Am I 15 again? Possibly, most likely. However, I do use my time wisely during this noon hour break. I try and fix myself my daily vegetarian sandwich. It consists of garlic bread, tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, fresh mozz, avo, spinach, and olive oil mayo (that’s the secret!). It is quite delicious if I must say so myself. In fact, I’m going to show you a pic later. Anyways, I try and make this hour last as long as I can but really 60 minutes is not so long.
I go back to studying in my kitchen until 4pm. Moving home certainly is different from living on your own. I don’t even have a desk or a quiet place to study. In my house, someone is always yelling, the tv is on, someones on the phone, blah blah blah. My mom insists on coming into the kitchen for small talk. I don’t care if peaches were 10 cents cheaper 2 stores down!!!! In an attempt to leave the house, I go to the YMCA gym. I like going because I like working out, I really do. But lately, going there is like going to a stinkubator. Do people really not wear deodorant when they go to the gym? So nasty, it’s actually repulsive. It’s always one of two guys there. One time, it was so bad I HAD to move to a different treadmill for fear of actually collapsing from his manly/crappy smells. Anita, another songgirl from back in the day, is my workout buddy and we often whisper in the corner masterminding plans to get the machines furthest/farthest away from the stinker before another YMCA-er. The Richmond YMCA is seriously like Chinatown, not only are the other patrons old Asian grandmas and grandpas, lovely, but it’s a mad dash for the few machines they have. Once, I tried to maneuver thru the machines to get to the arm press before someone else only to have my sleeve get caught on the bike. I caught the only other girl who was remotely close to my age laugh. Sigh. I didn’t get the machine. After the gym, it’s dinner time and shower time.
I enjoy eating with my family but lately all these good home cooked meals are resulting in extra pounds. This, of course, mandates the use of the gym, so I can’t really avoid the smell can I? After dinner, more studying ensues. Summer tv is bleak so lately, I’ve spent my break time watching Operacion Repo with my brother on tv. Yes, Operation in Espanol. The show is silly. These big scary people go around repossessing cars while instigating fights. Hell, if some tub of lard shows up at my house wanting to take my car, I’d throw a hissy fit or TWO too.
I try and read 84 pages a day in my review book so by 10 I am usually done. I spend the rest of my night chatting on AIM and trying to figure out ways to enhance my life. I have found that vintage camera which I love but once again, studying consumes my day. So to bed I go. Before I fall asleep, I chant to myself “I AM GOING TO DESTROY YOU NCLEX! DESTROY!!" Sweet dreams.
I wake up every weekday unnaturally at 9am. I dread getting out of bed because after living for 5 years in warm southern cali, leaving my warm covers is unbearable. In my head, I know I should get up and go straight to studying but I need coffee and am addicted to my daily dose of celebrity gossip. I spend the first hour awake perusing celebrity gossip and fashion blogs with my coffee in hand all while saying to myself “Stop! Stop! You’re so obsessed!.” It’s true. I’m infatuated with the lives of other people. I give myself an hour before I get to studying. Studying lasts for 2 hours until 12pm. This, of course, is when Alexa Chung’s show is on. Alexa Chung, is, as you all know, my latest girl crush and thus I must watch her witty trivial banter with B-list celebs EVERYDAY. Ahh! Am I 15 again? Possibly, most likely. However, I do use my time wisely during this noon hour break. I try and fix myself my daily vegetarian sandwich. It consists of garlic bread, tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, fresh mozz, avo, spinach, and olive oil mayo (that’s the secret!). It is quite delicious if I must say so myself. In fact, I’m going to show you a pic later. Anyways, I try and make this hour last as long as I can but really 60 minutes is not so long.
I go back to studying in my kitchen until 4pm. Moving home certainly is different from living on your own. I don’t even have a desk or a quiet place to study. In my house, someone is always yelling, the tv is on, someones on the phone, blah blah blah. My mom insists on coming into the kitchen for small talk. I don’t care if peaches were 10 cents cheaper 2 stores down!!!! In an attempt to leave the house, I go to the YMCA gym. I like going because I like working out, I really do. But lately, going there is like going to a stinkubator. Do people really not wear deodorant when they go to the gym? So nasty, it’s actually repulsive. It’s always one of two guys there. One time, it was so bad I HAD to move to a different treadmill for fear of actually collapsing from his manly/crappy smells. Anita, another songgirl from back in the day, is my workout buddy and we often whisper in the corner masterminding plans to get the machines furthest/farthest away from the stinker before another YMCA-er. The Richmond YMCA is seriously like Chinatown, not only are the other patrons old Asian grandmas and grandpas, lovely, but it’s a mad dash for the few machines they have. Once, I tried to maneuver thru the machines to get to the arm press before someone else only to have my sleeve get caught on the bike. I caught the only other girl who was remotely close to my age laugh. Sigh. I didn’t get the machine. After the gym, it’s dinner time and shower time.
I enjoy eating with my family but lately all these good home cooked meals are resulting in extra pounds. This, of course, mandates the use of the gym, so I can’t really avoid the smell can I? After dinner, more studying ensues. Summer tv is bleak so lately, I’ve spent my break time watching Operacion Repo with my brother on tv. Yes, Operation in Espanol. The show is silly. These big scary people go around repossessing cars while instigating fights. Hell, if some tub of lard shows up at my house wanting to take my car, I’d throw a hissy fit or TWO too.
I try and read 84 pages a day in my review book so by 10 I am usually done. I spend the rest of my night chatting on AIM and trying to figure out ways to enhance my life. I have found that vintage camera which I love but once again, studying consumes my day. So to bed I go. Before I fall asleep, I chant to myself “I AM GOING TO DESTROY YOU NCLEX! DESTROY!!" Sweet dreams.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
rawr! im so excited!!!
mi papa found his 1966 YASHICA 35 mm camera. its so old school its amazing! last night i couldn't stop smiling when my dad gave it to me. =]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] so now i can take some delightful pics! will you guys let me shoot you? please?
joy!
joy!
Monday, August 10, 2009
my mom is a fob
apparently theres a salami in japan according to my mother...but really she meant tsunami. wow
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