It's been an absolutely insane week, and scratch my last post; I need SLEEP not a hobby. I just started working at Williams-Sonoma again (part-time) and coupled with a crazy stressful week at my more-real job, I am pooped. The kind of exhausted you don't feel until your body and mind give out and you stop being able to articulate things and your body can't think of things to say. It's embarrassing! And sad.
So tonight, I came home early from a dance party (at which I very sorely lost the last two rounds) and am looking forward to enjoying a documentary called "Running the Sahara". I'll let you know how it goes. :)
Otherwise, my weekend is going to be filled with other lovely things... So far I've planned a run in the hills, which will be lovely in the California spring time. This past week I went to Las Trampas. Last week I went to Pleasanton Ridge. I'm hoping to step out more often, but with my work schedule starting to pick up, I might have to keep it to a few days per week... We'll see how it goes!
I'm also sending a box off to Japan! A few birthday-type things will need to be acquired before I send it all off, but otherwise, my items and customs forms will be ready to go. :) I'm so excited!
Hope you're having a lovely start to the weekend!
Bisoux! <3
08 April, 2011
07 March, 2011
I need a hobby!
It's that time again... The sun is starting to come out and it's warm enough that I don't need to snuggle under the covers all evening long. With that and the end of the day sunlight... Comes boredom!!
Not like I don't have enough to do, but I think I am going to start running and going to the gym. And possibly skating on Tuesdays or Thursdays? Not sure about that yet...
Yesterday, Stephanie and I went to Rockridge Home, a cute little store in (you guessed it) the Rockridge neighborhood of Oakland. I had a Groupon which I used to get:
All in all I think I made out pretty well. :)
Not like I don't have enough to do, but I think I am going to start running and going to the gym. And possibly skating on Tuesdays or Thursdays? Not sure about that yet...
Yesterday, Stephanie and I went to Rockridge Home, a cute little store in (you guessed it) the Rockridge neighborhood of Oakland. I had a Groupon which I used to get:
- Umbra Tweet Wall Decor
- A Bodum Stainless Steel Portable Coffee/Tea Press
- New rollerball perfume by Thymes... Kimono Rose Scent. It's so pretty!!
- A Moleskine recipe journal (not quite sold on that one yet... It may have to go back)
- And A Head Massager.
All in all I think I made out pretty well. :)
23 February, 2011
Mochas and Making a Life
Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance
But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand
And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars
But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand
And I will tell the night
Whisper, "Lose your sight"
But I can't move the mountains for youI'm listening to Mumford and Sons' "Timshel". It's so good. The whole album is good... I suggest that you download it, whoever you may be. :) Timshel, as Google has told me, is a Hebrew word, which (roughly) translates to "Thou Mayest". The idea is discussed in John Steinbeck's East of Eden, in which he discusses the different translations of the Bible and ideas which are represented. The idea of Timshel is that humans possess choice, which makes us as great as gods. Isn't that a wonderful idea?
I'm sitting at La Scala, hunkering down with my resume and cover letter and a computer that very badly needs to be cleaned. I'm writing with designs to work on and achieve a new life path... Easier said than done. But I'm choosing to change and transform my life and that is a beautiful thing.
22 February, 2011
20 February, 2011
On The Heels of Making My Weekends Less Insane...
I love blogs. Lately, I've been obsessed with redecorating and crafting, so I have been getting into some heavy duty knitting and home-love blogs. Among my favorites are Apartment Therapy, Ikea Hackers, and Deliciously Organized. I've also joined Ravelry, which is a crazy site for knitters and crotcheters with free (!!) patterns and more yarns than you can shake a needle at. It's delightful. I've been inspired to:
About three weeks, I identified the need to stop making my weekends so bloody insane. Well, I didn't listen to me so where did I end up? Sick. As a dog! I lost almost two days of work (nearly a third by being utterly incoherent) and a good chunk of the weekend, sleeping most of the time and staring at my computer monitor the rest of the time, with half a lung and even less breath. Guess that was the rest I needed.
In truth, it wasn't all my busy weekends' fault... I've been stressed out. But it's given me some nice perspective on the kind of life I need to live - one where I'm not driving myself into the ground every day and weekend. This weekend was quite low-key: I slept in, knitted, watched some shows and movies (who doesn't love The Notebook?) and actually read. Reading was utterly enjoyable. I've got to get me a new book to start reading.
Since I am *finally* updating my little blog, I will post about a cooking adventure from about a week and a half back: my char-siu bao cooking adventure.
- Use black-and-white photos of my favorite celebrities in black and white frames to dress things up.
- Re-decorate my room in some totally crazy ways.
- Knit a pretty new cowl scarf.
About three weeks, I identified the need to stop making my weekends so bloody insane. Well, I didn't listen to me so where did I end up? Sick. As a dog! I lost almost two days of work (nearly a third by being utterly incoherent) and a good chunk of the weekend, sleeping most of the time and staring at my computer monitor the rest of the time, with half a lung and even less breath. Guess that was the rest I needed.
In truth, it wasn't all my busy weekends' fault... I've been stressed out. But it's given me some nice perspective on the kind of life I need to live - one where I'm not driving myself into the ground every day and weekend. This weekend was quite low-key: I slept in, knitted, watched some shows and movies (who doesn't love The Notebook?) and actually read. Reading was utterly enjoyable. I've got to get me a new book to start reading.
Since I am *finally* updating my little blog, I will post about a cooking adventure from about a week and a half back: my char-siu bao cooking adventure.
30 January, 2011
I've got to stop making my weekends so bloody insane.
I've been on a strange sleep pattern lately, and this has not helped with the over all chaos that is my life. When I mean chaos, I mean relative chaos... My life isn't actually that crazy, which is nice. The drama that is in my life mostly belongs to others, where I play a spectator or aide.
Yesterday morning I awoke at 5:45am after perhaps four hours of sleep. I woke up early to accompany my friend to his first half marathon, which was very exciting. I'd like to think of myself as the kind of person who goes the extra mile for my friends (Pun!) and try as hard as I can to be there for them when they need me to be. Yesterday was not an exception.
Post-race, I ended up going to the city to Marrakech, a Morrocan place with dancing, hookah, and food. It was my friend's birthday. I think he was very happy that all sort of people showed up. :) However, I didn't get back home until after 1am... Ew. And I fell asleep in the car, which affected my sleep so that I couldn't fall back asleep right away. :p
Around 3:15am, we had an earthquake!
How do I know I'm very Californian? When earthquakes don't bother me in the slightest. They don't phase me at all. Also, when I can pretty accurately guess the magnitude of the quake before the results are posted on the USGS website. :)
Anyway, enough boring stuff, This weekend, I'm cleaning my boots, getting some stuff together to donate and likely taking Stephanie back to San Jose. I've also decided that this week, I am going to make char siu bao, which are Chinese barbecued pork buns. Pictures to come when this happens!
I also told my friend I was going to post pictures up on how to make chocolate-dipped candied ginger... So I'll do that too! Maybe I'll tint it red in light of Chinese New Year, which is Thursday. :D
Yesterday morning I awoke at 5:45am after perhaps four hours of sleep. I woke up early to accompany my friend to his first half marathon, which was very exciting. I'd like to think of myself as the kind of person who goes the extra mile for my friends (Pun!) and try as hard as I can to be there for them when they need me to be. Yesterday was not an exception.
Post-race, I ended up going to the city to Marrakech, a Morrocan place with dancing, hookah, and food. It was my friend's birthday. I think he was very happy that all sort of people showed up. :) However, I didn't get back home until after 1am... Ew. And I fell asleep in the car, which affected my sleep so that I couldn't fall back asleep right away. :p
Around 3:15am, we had an earthquake!
How do I know I'm very Californian? When earthquakes don't bother me in the slightest. They don't phase me at all. Also, when I can pretty accurately guess the magnitude of the quake before the results are posted on the USGS website. :)
Anyway, enough boring stuff, This weekend, I'm cleaning my boots, getting some stuff together to donate and likely taking Stephanie back to San Jose. I've also decided that this week, I am going to make char siu bao, which are Chinese barbecued pork buns. Pictures to come when this happens!
I also told my friend I was going to post pictures up on how to make chocolate-dipped candied ginger... So I'll do that too! Maybe I'll tint it red in light of Chinese New Year, which is Thursday. :D
26 January, 2011
So... This is it.
Bienvenue. It's been a long time since I've written anything online that was intended for people to even glimpse at. But here it is. I received encouragement from my friend and co-worker who's taken on the mighty ambition of working on not one, but three (!) blogs. Amazing.
Mine, however, I plan on keeping pretty simple. For I lead a pretty simple life. Looking back, I've found my previous blog to be so young and amusing. Here's hoping that this won't be the same.
This will be a little cross-section of my life. A project blog, of sorts, because I love my projects. I love cooking, have recently learned how to knit (and now knit like a mad woman), and have somewhat-recently moved back into my parents... The revamping of my room itself is a project all on its own.
What of the name? The name of this blog is derived from linguistic terms. (I love linguistics.) In linguistic terms, a mora is a unit which makes up a syllable. A bimoraic syllable is composed of two morae. And a mora can be broken up into smaller pieces, but we won't get into that.
I've taken the idea of a mora with some poetic license and used it in a way to compare my life to one long string of language. There are bits and pieces of my life and there are bits and pieces of language which shape us. So, I'm hoping here to write a little about the bits and pieces that make up my simple existence.
Merci et bonsoir. A retour.
P.S. First posts... Hawkward.
Mine, however, I plan on keeping pretty simple. For I lead a pretty simple life. Looking back, I've found my previous blog to be so young and amusing. Here's hoping that this won't be the same.
This will be a little cross-section of my life. A project blog, of sorts, because I love my projects. I love cooking, have recently learned how to knit (and now knit like a mad woman), and have somewhat-recently moved back into my parents... The revamping of my room itself is a project all on its own.
What of the name? The name of this blog is derived from linguistic terms. (I love linguistics.) In linguistic terms, a mora is a unit which makes up a syllable. A bimoraic syllable is composed of two morae. And a mora can be broken up into smaller pieces, but we won't get into that.
I've taken the idea of a mora with some poetic license and used it in a way to compare my life to one long string of language. There are bits and pieces of my life and there are bits and pieces of language which shape us. So, I'm hoping here to write a little about the bits and pieces that make up my simple existence.
Merci et bonsoir. A retour.
P.S. First posts... Hawkward.
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