Monday, August 22, 2011

Cinammon + chocolate, grapes.

I'm thoroughly enjoying my new job, but I can't deny the fact that I am left exhausted after long hours of processing shipments and selling fancy undergarments to women. It doesn't help that I insist on going shopping immediately after my shift. But in all honesty, when you spend all day watching girls buy cute bras, it's hard not to follow suit.
Since the weather has been a bit chilly lately, I've been craving hot chocolate. Fortunately, I have a beautiful chocolate man (p.s. my love for the movie White Chicks is inexplicable) to make me a fresh batch (: 
I have discovered that the combination of a nap and mexican hot chocolate is the best way to wind down from a tough weekend--that and a bit of red wine. Now all I have to do is go to bed at a reasonable hour and I'll be ready to combat the Monday blues.

A new favorite (: 
Why hello there.

The perfect wine cork.

I hope the rest of the world is keepin' it just as cozy.
love, c.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Back to Korea.

I  went to LA yesterday to have some quality tlc time.
Driving into Korea Town always feels surreal to me, because all of a sudden any trace of American culture disappears from my line of vision. I walk into restaurants, greet elders with "an nyoung ha seh yo~" and smile politely while T completes the rest of the conversation in Korean. Soju takes up more than half of the menu at the bar, and every meal you're served is bright red. It's nice.
I really, really missed eating asian food. I don't have too many complaints about my San Diegan burrito diet, but nothing says comfort like rice, spicy, and pickled veggies.

Waiting for spicy to happen (love, love banchan!)

Excitement!

Thank you for doing all the cooking, ummah.

Our day consisted of Sara Bareilles, spicy food, gossip, chats about our life plans, then a beach adventure at 1 a.m. We watched the night lights of Venice beach while sitting on a swing and letting our feet graze the cold sand. It made for an enchanting night.
With any of us, no matter how much time has passed, our friendship almost immediately falls back into place. We've definitely grown up and there may be lots of catching up to do, but it's always "the usual". And that's how I like it to be.
I miss them already.

Swings, I love.

Toes in the sand, trash in the can.
Wishing everyone quality time with their favorites.
love, c.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Recent life in monochrome.

New nails.
Gamer boyz

My saloni.

My isabellita

Fun and games.

View from my bed, in the living room (;
Aside from doing school and working, I've been hanging out with friends and enjoying the summer. 

Yesterday, one of the girls living in the apartment left, so her empty bed was moved into the living room for my use. I haven't slept on an actual mattress for over a month! Needless to say, I'm excited for a good snooze tonight.
Wishing everyone a sweet summer as well.
love, c.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

一人の時間、夏の読書。

日本が恋しくなったのでBook Off で古本を売った帰りに日本食スーパーへぶらりと寄った。
家では毎日のように食べていたお米、漬け物や納豆の値札を睨みつけたがあまりの高さにやはり負けてしまい、結局 C.C. Lemon だけを片手に持ってスーパーを去った。
ただの大学生にとって日本食を作る材料を揃える事は金銭的にちょっと無理がある。自分で漬け物くらい作れば?とも思ったが、そんな勇気はどこにもない。
きちんとした大人になったら自分で漬け物をつくろう。おかしな大人になりそうだ。


アパートに戻ってさくらももこ本を読むうちに心細さが少し和らげられた。読み終わった頃にはルームメートも仕事からもどり、楽しく一緒にテレビをみて一日を終えた。
一昔前までひとりぼっちが好きだったのに、自分の中で何がかわったのだろう。夏になると時間がのびのびとしてるからその間ごろごろして誰かに甘えたくなるのだろうか。こんなゆったりとした時間に流されてちゃだめだなあ。



Little Dragon

Constant surprises coming my way
Some call it coincidence, but I like to call it fate





Thank you A, for introducing me to this band. The singer, Yukimi Nagano, has such a soulful voice that I simply cannot get enough of. I always get a little giddy when I discover Japanese singers. 
Pleasant beats for a nice day out (:

Wishing everyone a happy Wednesday!
love, c.


Monday, August 8, 2011

Now when the sun come up

I'll be there to say what up!
(I've been listening to Kid Cudi on repeat for about an hour now).

This past Saturday, I was graced with the opportunity to attend an info session for a nutrition-related career. I woke up bright and early and drove out to the Sheraton in Mission Valley, only to find out I had been invited to a live action infomercial for Herbalife. Despite the free goodie bag that I received, I couldn't help but feel cheated out of what could have been a wonderful sleep into my Saturday morning. I had spent so much time planning a semi-formal outfit for this possible job opportunity; I was all hot and bothered when I found out that it was just a pyramid scam.
What made my day better, though, was coming home to a free on-campus barbeque. It felt nice, for once, to be the early bird that catches the worm (: I ran home and woke up IZ from the slumbers of sleep to score some free veggie burgers complete with toasted buns, lettuce, tomato, avocado slices and muenster cheese. We also tie-dyed t-shirts and did a bit of painting. 
Ah, the joys of summer.


Woke up just in time for burgers.


Happy to eat slightly-gourmet burgers!

My contribution to the wall painting.
Hope everyone else is enjoying lots of sun this summer!
love, c.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

(Home)sick.

After a long day at work, I came home to a box of lucky charms and little else to eat. As I caught up with my blogs, I let my hand wander in the depths of dog food and marshmallows.
The result: a half empty box of cereal and an upset stomach. The cigarette I smoked shortly after definitely did not help me feel better.

As I sought refuge and curled up on the couch (which has been my bed for the past month), all I could honestly wish for was the comfort of being home. I miss white rice, my father's hand-pickled vegetables served with complaints of a curfew constantly broken, and the curious nose of my little furball of a puppy.

Always sniffing around for hidden snacks. 
My baby.

Note to self: Go to Asian market tomorrow, eat healthy, plan a trip home.
love, c.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Sprouting.

I feel like I spent the past year underground, tangled in my own roots with nowhere to go. I had literally fallen to the very bottom of a pit, which was confusing, and most of all, frightening. At the same time, the world around me was moving so fast; I couldn't quite get up and running out of fear that I wouldn't be able to keep up. I found comfort in the stillness of the dark spot I had fallen into. 
However, I can happily say now that I've found some solid ground. It simply took time, and (as corny as it sounds) soul-searching to get back on my feet. I've always been a late bloomer, but I have come to terms with the fact that life will never, ever slow down. It will be difficult, but I'm simply going to have to do things at my own pace. Of course, there is ample room for failure. But as Milan Kundera says, happiness is the longing for repetition; and one thing that will stay constant in my life is the unconditional support of my wonderful family and friends. Thank you for being there, always. And I suppose a special thanks goes to the boyfriend for giving me the last shove in the (hopefully) right direction.
I'm going to be okay (:

On that note, I'll be off to deliver some milkshakes to my sweet-toothed friends. They've been waiting patiently at the apartment for hours.
Wishing the rest of the world a sweet, sweet summer full of sunshine and booty-thick 'shakes.

love, c.