At the risk of sounding like an ajumma, let me just say I love misoo garoo. It's that korean grain powder that you mix with milk and sugar. I've been drinking a glass for breakfast everyday this past week... perfect breakfast food. I guess it's like drinking your cereal. haha.
I remember there was this really good gelato place in Korea called Terre de glace. They had such interesting flavors... like sesame, goguma, and misoo garoo. That's one place I'd hit up for sure when I visit Korea.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
It's been a while since I've posted. It was nice having a weekend off from studying and meeting up with friends from LA. Believe it or not, that was my first time at the Cherry Blossom Festival... and my first taste of sake (it's gross). Now we have 2 new places to try in Japantown. All you can eat sushi and all you can eat shabu-shabu. :)
5 more weeks and hopefully I'll be done forever. Mark your calenders. May 27... let's party. :)
5 more weeks and hopefully I'll be done forever. Mark your calenders. May 27... let's party. :)
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
There's this guy on my floor that really bugs me. And I don't even know him. But I guess we get on the same MUNI because we're on the same elevator a lot.
I don't know about you, but I just think it's common courtesy to hold the door open if someone is walking in right behind you. I'm not talking about you open the door and you see someone coming so you spend an extra 30 seconds holding the door open. I'm talking about something as little as pushing the door out so that it doesn't slam on the person walking in RIGHT BEHIND YOU. Nothing to do with guys opening doors for girls because all the women I've encountered here are kind enough to hold doors open too.
Well this guy, when the elevator is about to stop on our floor always stands right in front and gets to the door first. Opens it just enough for him to get in and takes off. I always catch it while it's swinging back, and that door is heavy. And getting to the door before he does is out of the question since he's so eager to get out of the elevator.
Today, as we were getting off the elevator, someone else happened to just walk through the door and he was kind enough to wait for us and hold it open. Only jerk-of-a-face guy walks right through leaving poor guy #1 still holding the door open.
Everytime I see jerk-guy, I think mean thoughts in my head. Like, I hope your receding hairline recedes faster... I hope the door slams on you one day HARD... things like that. hahaha.
I don't know about you, but I just think it's common courtesy to hold the door open if someone is walking in right behind you. I'm not talking about you open the door and you see someone coming so you spend an extra 30 seconds holding the door open. I'm talking about something as little as pushing the door out so that it doesn't slam on the person walking in RIGHT BEHIND YOU. Nothing to do with guys opening doors for girls because all the women I've encountered here are kind enough to hold doors open too.
Well this guy, when the elevator is about to stop on our floor always stands right in front and gets to the door first. Opens it just enough for him to get in and takes off. I always catch it while it's swinging back, and that door is heavy. And getting to the door before he does is out of the question since he's so eager to get out of the elevator.
Today, as we were getting off the elevator, someone else happened to just walk through the door and he was kind enough to wait for us and hold it open. Only jerk-of-a-face guy walks right through leaving poor guy #1 still holding the door open.
Everytime I see jerk-guy, I think mean thoughts in my head. Like, I hope your receding hairline recedes faster... I hope the door slams on you one day HARD... things like that. hahaha.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Why does it feel like everyone is attending/applyling/going to grad school? People, don't leave me.
But this is definitely not one of those things to jump on the bandwagon. As much as work is routine and can be a drag, I don't think I can handle a year (or two or three) of the stress of studying. I've had my fill.
Who knows, maybe 3 years down the line I'll change my mind. But as of right now, I'd be content with a change in scenery. As much as I love the Bay Area, I think a change of pace (away from home) will do me some good. (No LA). I'm shooting for a year down the line. Who knows where I'll end up. :)
But this is definitely not one of those things to jump on the bandwagon. As much as work is routine and can be a drag, I don't think I can handle a year (or two or three) of the stress of studying. I've had my fill.
Who knows, maybe 3 years down the line I'll change my mind. But as of right now, I'd be content with a change in scenery. As much as I love the Bay Area, I think a change of pace (away from home) will do me some good. (No LA). I'm shooting for a year down the line. Who knows where I'll end up. :)
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Sucks being sort of sick. It's not a full-blown cold where I can just take a bunch of medicine and get it over with. But it's enough that it's annoying, and it doesn't seem to get any better. It hits me the hardest in the mornings... runny nose, dry cough, hard to swallow. I took some nyquil last night and I could not stay awake to study. I gave up and went to bed at 11:30.
Waiting for the end of May to come quickly... I need to rest.
Waiting for the end of May to come quickly... I need to rest.
Friday, April 08, 2005
My parents came back from Canada last night. My sister and I ate leftovers for dinner for a few nights, I went out to dinner once, and yesterday we had rice-a-roni. Good thing my mom is back. She made this egg thing last night for herself and my sister to take to lunch today (since I already had packed my salad).
This morning I left the house and I hear someone calling me. My mom is yelling for me to take some of the egg. I told her I already had my lunch and that I was running late so I just took off. I'm a block away from the bus stop and I hear honking. My mom drove to give me the egg and told me she'd drive me one block to the bus stop because it was raining. I know people have said that I'm lucky to live at home and I always argue back about my curfew and being asked who/what/when/where every time I go out. But I am lucky. That's love. :)
This morning I left the house and I hear someone calling me. My mom is yelling for me to take some of the egg. I told her I already had my lunch and that I was running late so I just took off. I'm a block away from the bus stop and I hear honking. My mom drove to give me the egg and told me she'd drive me one block to the bus stop because it was raining. I know people have said that I'm lucky to live at home and I always argue back about my curfew and being asked who/what/when/where every time I go out. But I am lucky. That's love. :)
Thursday, April 07, 2005
I hate to admit it... but I think it's true.
I've caught a cold. :(
I tried to fight it off with airborne. Worked the previous 2 times. But not this time around. Scratchy throat in the morning, runny nose, narcoleptic habits, and the dead give away - the Man-voice. Not the sexy husky voice... there's no huskiness. My voice is just dropping an octave lower and lower.
Sarah, Isabel, and I make fun of each other. When we have to talk to strangers (to ask for directions, etc.) our voices jump up an octave. We always call each other out on that. When we have to speak in Korean, that's another octave. Or on the phone, we answer with a high pitched "hello?" but when we realize it's an old friend, our voices drop back to a lower range.
I bet if I asked a stranger for directions in my man-voice, it would actually come out sounding normal. Except for that frog in the throat that likes to hide there...
I've caught a cold. :(
I tried to fight it off with airborne. Worked the previous 2 times. But not this time around. Scratchy throat in the morning, runny nose, narcoleptic habits, and the dead give away - the Man-voice. Not the sexy husky voice... there's no huskiness. My voice is just dropping an octave lower and lower.
Sarah, Isabel, and I make fun of each other. When we have to talk to strangers (to ask for directions, etc.) our voices jump up an octave. We always call each other out on that. When we have to speak in Korean, that's another octave. Or on the phone, we answer with a high pitched "hello?" but when we realize it's an old friend, our voices drop back to a lower range.
I bet if I asked a stranger for directions in my man-voice, it would actually come out sounding normal. Except for that frog in the throat that likes to hide there...
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
This is going to be a random post.
Update on my car: So far so good. No rattling sounds coming from the car, but my ears are perked up. Honda sent me a letter for a free oil change for "my troubles." I bet if I showed up at the dealership again, they'd say, "NOW WHAT??" I've been there way too many times.
http://www.sfgate.com/columnists/morford/
I thought that was an interesting article... about fanatical Christians that make the news vs. the "normal" Christians.
The Warriors are doing really well lately. And Yay for the Giants. I always thought games were a good "date" place... until I talked to my friend Janet. I guess it depends on how fun your date it. Because last time she went, she said those were the longest 9 innings of her life. Must have felt extremely long because she hates baseball. hahaha. I can't wait til my exams are over. I'll be recruiting fellow game watchers then... in a non-date sense. :)
Update on my car: So far so good. No rattling sounds coming from the car, but my ears are perked up. Honda sent me a letter for a free oil change for "my troubles." I bet if I showed up at the dealership again, they'd say, "NOW WHAT??" I've been there way too many times.
http://www.sfgate.com/columnists/morford/
I thought that was an interesting article... about fanatical Christians that make the news vs. the "normal" Christians.
The Warriors are doing really well lately. And Yay for the Giants. I always thought games were a good "date" place... until I talked to my friend Janet. I guess it depends on how fun your date it. Because last time she went, she said those were the longest 9 innings of her life. Must have felt extremely long because she hates baseball. hahaha. I can't wait til my exams are over. I'll be recruiting fellow game watchers then... in a non-date sense. :)
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Monday, April 04, 2005
"Hey Sammy, where do shrimp come from?"
"Costco"
That was our dinner time entertainment last night. We were practically playing charades with this 5 year old because he kept talking and we couldn't figure out what he was saying.
Birthday celebration this weekend was super fun. It's been a while since I got out... Thank you to Sarah and Unjung for putting it together, and for everyone that came out.
Some things to remember:
-Zachary's
-Sayeed / Jesus is my homeboy
-Looks like you're wearing a crewneck
-Glitter
-My almost club brawl
-Creepy
That about sums up my night.
"Costco"
That was our dinner time entertainment last night. We were practically playing charades with this 5 year old because he kept talking and we couldn't figure out what he was saying.
Birthday celebration this weekend was super fun. It's been a while since I got out... Thank you to Sarah and Unjung for putting it together, and for everyone that came out.
Some things to remember:
-Zachary's
-Sayeed / Jesus is my homeboy
-Looks like you're wearing a crewneck
-Glitter
-My almost club brawl
-Creepy
That about sums up my night.
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