february

someone in history effed up and now there are only 28 days in the month of february. didn't they know that rent was gonna have to get paid?

brain on pause

it is getting increasingly difficult to concentrate. perhaps it's because caffeine levels are at an all-time low. how does one cure senioritis? maybe with 8 hours of sleep once in a while without the unrealistic bombardment of schoolwork at your bedside, waiting to be taken care of when you wake up.

feed the children

got coerced into donating money to the feed the children organization. it's unfortunate that the world is full of billions of impoverished people and that a large portion of them are children. with all these major disasters occurring one after another (earthquake in haiti, mudslides and floods in peru, and earthquake in chile), we can only expect it to get worse. what's going on with the world?! who's going to help all these people?

help yourself, too. better put together that earthquake kit soooon.

san francisco

where you check the weather conditions everyday, but still pack an umbrella and a pair of sunglasses together just in case.

safeway

do you really need three different sizes of cinnamon toast crunch?

and to grocery stores worldwide: please don't even bother carrying orange juice if it doesn't contain high pulp.

memories are a funny thing.

when you see pictures of the past, don't they seem like they are from a past life? the cliche of having "chapters of our lives" is so true though. what happens to all those memories? they seem to be filed away in some obscure place in your mind and only come out again through sight and scents that bring you back to the past. memory triggers are such a trip especially, because they're so unexpected usually. and photos are just a good way to realize how weird you used to look.

its raining out

exertion.

haha

the clubhouse featured some pretty funny comedians tonight.
best joke of the night went something like:
"san franciscians, you love your weed but hate your plastic bags. what do you think your weed comes in when you buy it?"

breaking up is hard to do

isn't it strange that when a couple breaks up, the intimacy between them is supposed to vanish into thin air?
where does the love go? think of all the exes you've ever had, the memories you had with them, the sex, the fights, the touches, the date nights, the laughter, the tears, the yelling, the baby talk and the knowing...where does it all go? how many people still talk to, let alone, are still friends with the people they used to be so close to? how do you come to know someone so well and learn forget them all the same?

chinese new year

phonetically, it's something like, "gung hay fat choi!"

it's the year of the tiger and if superstition seeps into belief, then a person in "their year" is going to have bad luck. for example, i am a tiger and since today is the beginning of the year of the tiger, it is supposed to be the start of a bad year for me. i would think it'd be the opposite.. so i'm taking the cosmos into my own hands and saying that this year will be a good year, nay, a GREAT year for me and maybe for all the other tigers out there as well. as a friend said, i'll be taking names this year. i'm graduating this spring, starting a new chapter in my life and i have plans to travel and explore new lands, both real and metaphorical. this is a good time for reflection. time to get acquainted with myself a little more.

thanks to _______ for my red envelope:D nostalgia strikes again. in a good way.

day of love

"she thinks she's the one but she's just one in twenty-four"

fact of humans: we all want what we can't have. and in the meantime, we'll settle for whatever will keep away anxiety's terrible hold on us.

noir

noir films and novels are quite witty and sassy. who would've thunk that the early-mid twentieth century writers could come up with such titillating rhetoric? i am wholly grateful to discover genres i haven't been acquainted so well with.

the awakening by kate chopin

romance novel from the grocery store meets woolf meets sartre.
hot. and brilliant!

bachelorette party

danced with a lovely bride-to-be at holy cow in soma. she was having her bachelorette party and was having a pretty good time when she came up to me to dance. i congratulated her as she was giving me the eye in which i avoided (oh, i inquired and she's marrying a man). after some minutes we parted and about 5 minutes later i saw her making out with some girl. and then 3 minutes later, i saw her sucking on another girl's neck. i'm preeetty sure that's considered cheating.

money

we all need more of it.
want more of it.
live our lives trying to get more of it.
but in the end, we all have the same spending habits and
if you can't break those, it doesn't matter if you're rich or poor.
really.

another bug

this time it's new york city.
putting up a housing swap ad on craigslist would fab, but it can be shady.
there has to be a reputable housing swap site. it's probably out there and
i don't know about it.
it's such a shame when you have to worry about the honesty of people all the time.

the big fold

grant and green in north beach on wed. feb. 3rd @ 9pm, kids.

good music, booze and me.