1 month into summer...

Accomplishments
- no alcohol
- ran consistently
- got a job
- read
- cooked a Thai dinner for my family

Un-accomplishments
- did not sleep before 12:30 am
- did not wake up before 9 am
- did not unpack
- did not hang out with dog enough
- got sick

First times
- got a professional pedicure
- saw Jason Schmidt pitch live (although poorly)
- ate Cambodian food
- ate Meditterrean food
- watched a cooking demo and met Tyler Florence

Last Minute CMU

pictures from the last weekend at CMU before finals...
from Carrie's camera.


Someone made Carrie wet...


I could have so easily NOT been in that picture hahaha

Me and Em

Roomies!

They made me pop my collar...* I swear *

The Little Concoction Corner

Mar, Tor and Em

Tor Tor can't sit up straight

Em and Siobhan

What Makes Me Sad

Is it just me or are iPod earphones the most susceptible
item to tangling in the world?

I have never found them untangled. Okay, so. I've been following my very awesome work-out schedule that requires me to run everyday. I alternate between running 1 mile and running for 20 minutes. I would really like to start running outside on a track or in nature, but for now it's the treadmills at the Y. If anyone wants to join me in my crusade to get more fit than viv before summer ends, tell me. :)

Also, while I run I will listen to Jay Z, 50 cent and Ludacris and will often laugh softly to myself at the lyrics. Does anyone realize how knee-slappin funny a lot of their stuff is?

So i...pull over to the side of the road
I heard "Son do you know why i'm stoppin' you for?"
Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low
Do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know
Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo'?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' "
Jay Z - 99 Problems


I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
50 cent - P.I.M.P.

I wanna get you in the bath tub
with the candles lit you give it up till they go out
or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert
cause you know it got sold out
or red carpet dick could just roll out
Ludacris - What's Your Fantasy?

I laugh it up, as my body in movement allows, at the bolded lyrics most. Maybe it's their tone of voice and just how the words sound together, but I can't help myself. Sorry if you are offended by my sense of humor. I am pretty lame, it's been said.

Today I ran with Ben Harper & Jack Johnson just to change it up. I really want either of those two or Howie Day or Josh Groban or Sarah McLachlan or any talented vocalist really to sing me a song before I sleep every night. That would be so amazing.

Today I ate Cambodian food with Andrea and Angelica. The catfish and other entrees were tasty and the host/owner/server was a very animated cambodian man who found a deep interest in our lives as students. He also threatened to fire the cooks for getting our salad order wrong. He was joking, luckily. No man that nice could fire his cooks. The three of us also experienced a very curious, yet grave coincidence, which I will not explore, because what I really wanted to talk about is...

what makes me sad.

It makes me sad to see a grown man at the Y wave, as he is leaving, to the desk attendant. And to see that wave go unanswered. It hurts me guys.

Is there something wrong with me? So wrong that a stranger's rejection strikes a part of me that causes great unease? Even to the point where this unease is comparable to the unease I might experience while being rejected myself? I mean, wow. I guess along the same idea, I am also sensitive to senior citizens who wear velcro shoes and immigrant families or persons who get taken advantage of. The Green Mile? Gladiator? Braveheart? Any form of torture or cruelty? Including the unspeakable abuse of animals? Can't sit through any of it.

I am never hitting my children or kicking my dog or becoming a sick, twisted freak who cuts off ears and toes and stir fries them. Also, I will wave if you wave to me. I will hold a senior citizens hand and I will be like Bitch don't discriminate! or smile at a timid, shy sad person who needs one.

The End.

Collide

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find, you and I collide
- Howie Day

everyone at college thinks i'm in love with Collide,
because at all of steve's room parties
i beg that it be played. that and i kept asking both andy
and steve to teach it to me on guitar.
that and i keep it on repeat more than any other song on
my playlist. It's on repeat right now,
as I type this. Steve really hates it. a hate so
intense it could only be spurred by envy.

i have to give credit where it's due. Christine was the first to
introduce me to the song like 2 years ago,
and i watched him, Howie Day, on Conan O'brien and thought
"hmm, not bad. " but it took me a few
years to finally appreciate the song. Vivek likes it too,
so I'm glad we can share that. Anyway,

why are songs so much more special when
you hear them played on the radio?
(rather than hearing them when you play it yourself)
today i was driving home from a solo lunch at le boulanger
 (remind me never to get swiss&ham, gotta stick to what i know i like)
and i saw this approximately 12 year old tanned middle-eastern
boy with a back pack on, who looked not even for a moment like
he was comfortable  in his oversized jeans and manly stride.  it made
me think. i usually find it so easy to criticize middle school and high
school kids for being superficial, flashy, immature, and for putting
 so much  effort into an image that will amount to
nothing.  but you have to realize that behind every pink short
 skirted lv bag carrying made up stick of
flesh and even behind every gangst limp walkin all black wearing
"bad assssssss," there's a person.
someone who is struggling pretty bad to keep up this act.
who is as insecure as you are. or i am.
or tom cruise is (and trust me tom cruise is mad insecure). 
who really wants that girl to notice him and
would really rather not have to pull up his fuckin pants every 5 seconds.

face it. we all went through that phase when going to the mall with
JUST our friends was sooooo cool when getting ready for a school dance
was an event. and when lilazn69boiee or aznswtzgurl637 were our
SNs. Fine, not all of us went through those exact phases. but putting
 an incredible amount of energy
into looking good or looking 'right' or looking cute or cool is a
general phase for many of us. I guess, those
who have experienced it, at the middle and high school levels,
 can and should be a little more
forgiving of those who are currently living it.  and while i am
very willing to argue the hell out of the point
that even just 1 year of college puts you at an entirely different
and more superior level than anyone who has
not finished any college, that isn't really fair. 
we all started at age 0. i guess you can only really criticize
your peers then. but why criticize when you can nap?

I'm done here.

Umm...

I've found that in every picture that I take with Andrea,
something is wrong.

1. why am i holding a ceramic dragon?
2. a very general 'what the fuck?'
3. i am a busy celebrity, andrea is my stalker
4. look at those hands
5. i would be so afraid to be the rear of that car
6. i guess we're matching pink shirt sex workers
   
7. we even planned for this one to be good, sepiah and all
8. why is andrea the man in this relationship?
   
9. finally a regular one!

Meeting Tyler Florence

I'll be honest, I wasn't very familiar with Tyler Florence until I met him today with Clark, who is a fan. Going to his cooking demo, watching the faces of captivated mid-forty females in floral pants and bright knit tops, I understood. I understood that the Food Network probably is a way of life for some, Tyler Florence is no different than Tom Cruise and that buying a pasta maker is actually very necessary.




THAT cloth-like length will soon become pasta.


Tyler signing his name.


I don't know why but it took me so long to decide to sit in that chair next to Tyler. The lady was like "One of you has to sit in the chair. That's just how it works." I wasn't nervous per se, just confused as to why I had to sit so close to a man I barely knew, as though I was the hungry fanatic who memorized and practiced all of Tyler's professional chef rituals, I was not. While I struggled to finally sit in the damn chair, I don't regret it. He is nice. And Clark is nice too for taking these pictures of me with a Shell fountain that I adore.

Giants vs. Padres

Beautiful Day Game at SBC Park
San Francisco, California
May 29, 2005
(photos)







doing the wave
no one on the otherside would keep it going :\*
While we were up and screaming, just trying to make some noise,
the Giants -surprised even us - came back and tied the game 6-6!!!
It was an exciting time.


probably can't see the scoreboard but its SD 6 SF 6 which only lasted for a short time,
but nonetheless, there's the evidence


me and andree sporting the gear


the sunflower seed -n- shells
we made quite a pile for ourselves


the colorful crowd at sbc



peng , ravi, liaw, me and andree
ravi stars tearing and looking angry when the sun is too bright - haha
what a cute bunch of mv graduates & giant fans

I'm up to go to another game later this summer, especially when I start making some $$$ ! Tell me if you're interested!

Remember that?

I forgot about these pictures.
From last summer, thanksgiving,
and winter break

1. a fun trip to diddams reliving childhood desires
2. fancy cypress hotel furniture and framed art
3. andree and chrisg bite into their pastries
4. JAC, a simple shoulder to shoulder pose
5. trying to be ghosts with my mom's favorite curtain
6. winter Le Boulanger, both andree and chrisg's first times
7. our black book, college map, we predicted earthquakes, andrea's ugly kissie fish
8. angelica is beautiful and so is capri sun
9. our picnic set up at memorial
10. where is this? i don't remember at all.
11. i'm eating a jelly covered chocolate at blockbuster
12. sweatband
13. cover that mouth!
14. the cup is bigger than my head