On a Friday Night

Music. Schubert: Moments Musicaux, D780 - 3. Allegretto Moderato

One's perception of classical music is so much more heightened just by listening through headphones.

I find myself caught in a predicament - where many small squares are enclosed in a bigger square with only one identical space for mobility - whether to devote my efforts to cooking, exploring the wide array of cultures the culinary world has set before me or to converge my focus to fulfiling my life-long goal of weight-loss. Despite a few contemptible instances of subjecting to temptations, I have lost weight. I for one do not care how little and minute this instance is when measured against the enormous task of losing a great deal more. All I care is that the week and a half of running at the gym has given me back something - the confidence that it CAN be done. For today, I will bask in this victory, knowing that I can reap what I sow.

Next week, another battle. My wonderful cooking books and baking encyclopedias will have to surrender, sit on my bookshelves and gather a slight layer of dust.

Wha?

Hello again.
It has been long since I've last abandoned you. But it is nice to say hello. To once more rekindle the romance we once shared. Although it is very likely that I will leave sometime in the future, there will always be the excitement of a reprised love affair.
Hello.

Photo Blog - Napa Valley and San Francisco Part II

I am watching Gone with the Wind as I write this.
Clark Gable is so gallant and handsome, Vivien Leigh is so perfect with the right shade of red on her lips...

After dabbling in a little wine-tasting, it was off to satiate our rumbling stomachs in Yountville. I was slightly taken by surprise when we found this little town after driving half an hour from Vallejo. Yountville is somewhat of a gated community surrounded by tall trees in sizeable efforts to segregate itself from the rest of Napa Valley.

Bouchon, by the highly celebrated Thomas Keller, whose marriage of both purist and innovative souls have made the likes of Anthony Bourdain and such sing his praises, making him one of the most world-renowned chefs.



I had to throw this in. It all began on our trip to China.




The little quaint Bouchon bakery. Just situated next door to the restaurant, it was a perfect way to get a little something to nibble while waiting to be seated. This is arguably the home of the most delectable macaron that I have ever savoured. Positively addictive. I've long heard about his bakery but didn't realize its humble size and by the line formed you can see how beloved this bakery is. I was just about to foolishly buy everything off his shelves.



Off to San Francisco! Right at this moment, the excitement of finally arriving into our destination city sends my heart throbbing, the incredulity of actually driving this far for a road trip for the very first time. I start singing I left my Heart in San Francisco.



The steep hills of San Francisco, we face them as we arrive into downtown San Francisco, where our hotel is located.



Our very fine hotel. The Westin St. Francis. Dan got an awesome deal on Priceline. Thanks Michael, for letting us in on that. *wink*


Our elegant room in the Historic Building, built in the eary 1900s. Some of the stylings look almost Victorian with its heavy gold door knobs and a loveable chandelier, Dan tells me that this building has gone through renovations a few times. I'm ashamed to admit to a guilty pleasure: I am in love with American television, what with Comedy Central (not Comedy Network in Canada) and Adult Swim!


An eerie take on our room, very The Shining.


This is one of the very exceptionally few photos I can claim ownership of (though it wasn't taken from my camera). Taken in Union Square on the day of arrival after we dropped our bags in our room, washed our faces and began gallivanting.


CHICKEN FRIED STEAK! Dan wanted to taste something purely American, and what else other than chicken fried steak for breakfast. Ah... it was abit of a disappointment since as one clearly can see that those toasts were burnt and the hashbrowns were soggy.



Me, trying to salvage whats edible of our breakfast, in the diner specifically catered to tourists in the surrounding backdrops.



The cable car arrives! Dan asked if I wanted to ride in one and then suddenly a flood of early 1990s kitschy tourist commercials of happy people riding the cable car inviting the poor sad viewer to "Come to San Francisco and enjoy the sights!", filled my mind. I want to be a traveller, not a tourist, I tell myself.


But then, a picture like this happens. Where it turns out that the ride is in fact exhilarating and sets your heart beating to a faster tempo with so many sights to see as this humble little turn-of-the-century mode of tranportation eagerly climbs the unforgiving hills through Hyde Street and Chinatown.


Througout the ride, we were taken through streets filled with houses like these, reminiscient of Full House. They are so charming and endearing that I felt so urged to part ways with Vancouver and start my life in San Francisco.



Ah.... Ghirardelli Square. Easily home to any fatties' sweet tooth. Ghirardelli used to have a store here in downtown Vancouver on Robson where I would occasionally walk to, after school, to partake in a rootbeer float with their heavenly vanilla ice cream. Memories.

Here's the little fattie, with her sundae and her chocolate rolled cone. In my defence, I bought only bought a ton of chocolate for my family and friends and since Dan was done buying his share first, he went in the store to get this for me.


Of course, a little too much sugar can make you craaaay-zeeee.

Part III of more photos to come. Apologies for the abrupt ending, but responsibilities of having to go to work force me to go to bed. Good Night.

Photo Blog - Napa Valley and San Francisco

Come to think of it, I can't believe we went through with it and made it back in one piece. We couldn't even make up our minds on where we wanted to go for our short 4-day vacation. Some of the contenders were Tofino for beach-bumming (which I wasn't crazy about since I get fidgety sitting on the beach for more than 2 hrs with nothing to do); L.A. (which we decided was too far); Wyoming for Yellowstone Park (which we decided against since we weren't so keen on going to such a provincial area.) So Napa Valley and San Francisco it was, a stop-over to a world-renowned restaurant and 2 awesome days to where Tony Bennett croons to where his heart belongs!

11:57pm. Leaving on a Saturday morning would be ridiculous with all the traffic weekend-cross-border-shoppers create so we left on Friday night. We were slightly nervous about night-driving since we've never done it before and planned to drive 15 hrs straight. 2 GPS's are the way to go when road-tripping since you never know if one might lose signal.

6:46amIt's bright out! My ol' crazy self, bored of taking pictures of flat, yellow-stricken barren land and Dan driving.

In case you're wondering what in the world can be that pink for a drink - its Sobe strawberry daiquiri with hibiscus essence. Just fantastic, the U.S. has so many variations of Sobe, ah... my favorite drink I diluted myself with and added pounds when I first came to North America.


Our Best Western room in Vallejo, CA. It seems pretty blah just looking at this picture, but you won't believe how comfortable and alluring these beds are after being on the road for 15 hrs.


A brilliant day on the Robert Mondavi Winery, walking between the abundant vineyards and gazing towards the vast fecund lands accompanied with the particular climate, specially suited to Cabernet Sauvignon and Chardonnay.



The cellarThe cylindrical tanks, flanking the side - an experiment during the fermentation process to see if the romantic French Oak would really provide enhanced differential results compared to cold, stolid efficient stainless steel.



This room really encompasses a sense of serenity. Not a sound except for the slight humming of cool air circulating the surroundings, where the oak barrels take an unhurried responsibility of inculcating its essences to the wine.



For what seems like no rhyme or reason, there is this completely naked woman standing in the field with her arms out. Guess it reminds her of being in Eden or something.


Us. Just us.

1 4-day trip and 350 photos. There will be a 'Part II', not to worry.

Guess what I made!

The recipe I have for these Vietnamese salad rolls, in my opinion, produce the best-tasting ones I've ever had. Of course, an in-depth explanation pertaining to such a bold statement follows. I immediately fell in love with salad rolls due to the light and refreshing feeling of satiation it gave me, as opposed to the typical Pho noodles which quite frankly sit in my stomach like a pile of stones. Plus, I quite enjoy food with peanut sauces. I slowly shunned away from them after noticing that most Vietnamese restaurants were stuffing them silly with vermicelli noodles and scant puny-looking shrimp due to reasons of economy.


This recipe however, doesn't have a single strand of vermicelli. The filling is a composition of shredded carrots, finely-sliced lettuce and a good amount of flat-leaf parsley with scallions. A good dollop of peanut sauce binds it together. The trickiest part of this was handling the rice paper. My first try produced disastrous outcomes resulting in me having to throw so many pieces out. So my only tried-and-true advice is: slowly push one piece of dry rice paper in warm water and once it shows signs of being pliable, dry it and put the filling in. Make each individually.

This is quite easily the most simple and fairly delicious meal I've ever made. Its so awesome to take to work for lunch!


Note: I had to use those plate patterns, since its so idiosyncratic of an asian home-kitchen.

the 5th of July

"... I have such an urge to kick it and make myself look like a fool, to expose this festering emotion to my coworkers, who of course couldn't possibly understand my doing - what with their feeble one-dimensional thing they call character - why would they if I don't understand it myself.

I guess once again I'm with filled with disappointment in myself, because some days, my mind is exhausted with thoughts of reading and writing and ridding myself of this horrid energy-usurping job which day by day seems to prove to me a futile future. I feel closer and closer to the day that I relinquish my desires for material wants, financial successes and all those childhood dreams of attaining power. To pursue my love of writing."

---0738am


A little something I wrote in my moleskine on a dreary morning.

At long last

The kool kid.


I finally got promoted.


Goodbye crappy hours and working weekends.


Hello Life.

Hers

Happy 61st Mom...I can't believe you're considered a senior now...

Things that I love (2)

Guess what I got for my birthday! My first Canon and I`m absolutely excited about it!
One day I got off work and I was walking towards my car and I saw something so intriguing that I wanted to slap myself really hard for not having a camera with me. I`ve used my Panasonic Lumix for quite awhile but was so disheartened by its effects since there was no way for me to remove the chronic visible grain. But I`m in love again and I can capture and relive my memories over and over again now that I have this by my side...



A brazenly down-to-earth depiction of the realities about a family`s relations adrift and the pains and heart-wrenching moments of care-giving an elderly parent, it strongly reminds me of my maternal grandfather when he was still alive. The communal efforts of Laura Linney, Philip Seymour Hoffman and Philip Bosco make this a spectacular film in a very ordinary story. I much appreciate PSH`s character and dialogue here than in Before the Devil Knows You`re Dead, although that movie does make an impressive effort. I must watch another Tamara Jenkin`s film. Please rent this movie.



Sources: www.pcworld, www.collider.com

Some things that I love (1)

I found this nifty bar of soap at my local organic market, except mine is the Citrus Soother. Got a shaving one for Dan too!

My quest for the perfect facial cleanser is over and I'd least think it would have been in the form of soap. I haven't used moisturizer on my face for days now after using this. I love the subtle smell of citrus when I'm lathering my face in my warm shower...



References: www.goneshopping.ca

No Work Day

*Dan's very first crack at HDR photography.

Restless Rainy days just pass....

Driving home from work today, I receive a call from my mother announcing that my CPH books have just arrived in the mail. Well, looks like I'm all done my CSC, signed up for another course and yet, still no promotion opportunity in viewing range... *sigh* Times are bleak indeed.


Listening to some Henry Mancini. I think I am in dire need for a haircut. Not one of those little trims so that one can maintain a status quo or indulge in some selfish need for perennial concealment. Come to think of it, I've carried my inches and inches of hair on my head for a good 10-11 years obstinately permitting no drastic occurrence. I'm constantly flirting with the regretful idea of doing something similar to a Victoria Beckham or a Katie Holmes, but I can't bear to roll out of bed and look at myself in the mirror only to see my absence of tresses.
I flipped through a recent issue of Allure, which urged me to take the risk but notifying me of 5 different products that I needed before I am allowed to leave my doorstep, wearing my hair chicly disheveled. I'm too lazy for that.


On another note, I stumbled upon a rather delightful show the other night whilst flipping channels: The Cashmere Mafia and I'm quite liking it. Though there seems to be quite a focus on the background instrumentals.

Can the void ever be filled?
I probably watched till the end because of Lucy Liu.



Sources: www.yousaytoomuch.com; www.iwatchstuff.com

Hello again.

I've been on a blogging hiatus for close to 6 months now.


Its feels so odd to be back here typing again, looking at this page layout for my blog entry. I am sitting here wrapped up in my good old fuzzy robe, my lips getting dried and and my fever soaring reading my old posts and my god, its just utterly STRANGE. It feels as if some sick loser (who couldn't even think of a better person to impersonate) has stolen my identity and written those words in my previous blog. What? That can't possibly be me writing those things in such a manner!

Anyways, since New Years are about singing Auld Lang Syne, moaning about regrets and solutions, here's my toast to resolutions:

Number One... Lose 30lbs (there are 2 people already betting against this possibility, anyone wanna join in?)
Number Two...Be more careful about details (this has to do with work)
Number Three...Be more planned and organized (I have to stop dilly-dallying and make better use of my 24hrs, have more time to go to the gym, be with friends and family and sleep more)
Number Four...Be less spazzy (this means keeping my composure up to the point of ridding my face of emotion according to ahem, my other half, just kidding, please don't kill me)
Number Five... Be more active (bum around at home less and get myself involved in outdoor activities: running, swimming, hiking, snowboarding etc.)
Number Six...Blog more often damn it


I'm most probably missing a few key ones, but I can't think anymore since my head is aching so hinting at my departure and my arrival at bed. Be back.

Have a Happy New Year

Welcome back to my TV!

I've missed you so.Now when will you bring back Undergrads?
Clone High

And one More to the list

I was under a quiet impression that yesterday would unfold to be a normal day. I rolled out of bed, opened my room door to allow the echoes of my yelling parents bounce off my walls. My eyes still shut, I lifted my brows, lazily rolled my lids back to absorb the current events. Parents nagging each other... check, seems like everything as per normal.

Running on the treadmill: I notice my cheeks aren't flabbing as much anymore. That's somewhat good news.

Ab machine: My best guy friend, next to Dan, calls me while I'm working away on my incognito abs. Ahhh..... even though I hate to admit it. It does feel nice and warm when people remember and wish you a happy birthday. Even old friends from your past lives, different eras, circa 1995.

Life seems to be pretty swell, especially when your guy never fails to surprise you after years come and go. We finally made it to Nu. I had great expectations for its ambience but I was a little saddened to experience that it was tinier and less spectacular than what the media and myself had meticulously built it up to be. Though I do fancy the unique chairs with their broad bases and skinny stems. The fanfare of food was luscious. From selections of fresh oysters lightly battered to plop in your mouth whilst gently clasping a lab dropper infusing a shot of ale to embolden its savoury flavour to a chocolate nougat torte with citrus jellies and a miniature cylindrical chocolate mascarpone sandwiched in the middle of two biscuits with an accompanying macaron, there is no regret in hedonic pleasures in sweets.

We sat there enjoying our food, with our beer and martini, reveling the quaint serenity of False Creek, watching people come and leave for two hours. A good day.

Looks like I have to update my gray top bar below "Bang Bang Zoink Zoink", I'll have to do that every year.

And then there was LIGHT....

Wow. I am crazy happy that I finally have internet connection that this is the first thing I sought out to do now, in case for some reason or other my wireless connection gets cut off !

I couldn't even sleep well last night after coming home from work, not even being able to check my email! UGH!! Something with my walls... must have some traces of lead.

Well, on a bright note, I have passed my probation with my company! After 3 fidgety months and a few weeks of squinty-eyed paranoid talk, "Am I in? No... think they're going to fire me... But I can't be that bad.." I got 2 letters. One from HR and the other from the president and CEO of the Canadian division. Plus I got a little pin of our company logo WOOhoo!

June, my favourite month is briskly enclosing. I am slightly perturbed that this month of the year is always known as 'hectic' month. Exams, birthdays and my graduation ceremony. I remember as a kid in grade school, June was 'happy' month! Because that was the single month of the year that we had summer vacation and life was just pure sunshine for June. Anyways, when the time comes, I'll most definitely post some pics of my grad and some other miscellaneous junk - I'll keep you updated.

Fine weather, eh mate?

Presently, I have just woken from a pleasant night with my better half.

With my hair carelessly knotted into a haphazard bun and slipping into my comfy robe, I walk downstairs to prepare some strong coffee for him and moments later bid him the most cheerful goodbyes and kisses as he boards his car, destined for school.

*Sigh* It's such a wonderful day outside now as I steal quick glances between this computer screen and my window. The sky beginning to illuminate with some soft rays. As I sip my warm coffee in my favourite clay-looking mug, listening to Tony Bennet croon and typing these very words, I begin to realize how much I miss blogging. The slightly added guilt and shame from having abstained from doing so in such a long time.

Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time to 6 months previously, myself still in school and Dan and I would be bundled up cozy and walking the character streets of Vancouver, coffees held in our arched fingers while we spent the days chatting about politics, economics, technology and our personal lives in general.

Now, between juggling my schedule with a job, studying my course and him having to finish off his last semester, gallivanting days have waned.


Well... I just miss those days, and that is all.

Pearls before swine? Pearls before breakfast

Joshua Bell in his artistry with a Stradivarius before a Washington D.C. crowd.

Over here .

Source: chiaroscuro.baltiblogs.com/archives/violin.jpg

Tum tea Tum dee tuum

So it did feel like I might have died or fell off the edge of the world didn't it?
I do agree.


I've been so busy with work that most days I feel all exhausted and dried out of any zest of inspiration for any writing. Its sad, but painfully real that since working at my new job, I don't find as much time to my own where I can sit and ponder about significant things in life, where I want to scribble in my 'lil black notebook and rush back home to log into blogger.


A tad disappointed, I wonder if my life will take me down the path of those workaholic people whom I once considered poor uninspired conformist saps. And it looks to be so.


Everyday after spending 8 hours at work, I come home and study for tests and then later on at night I do more data compilation for my old job. I know, I know, I didn't have the guts to say 'no' to them when they asked me to stay, plus I couldn't pass up the chance of earning some extra cash.


The last few semesters in school, final exam periods were dreadful where almost every semester there was no doubt whatsoever that cramming was involved. I couldn't wait to graduate and find a mindless fair-paying job where I didn't have to think and stimulate my mind.


Certainly didn't imagine that working life would be more consuming than my previous life. With the way things are going, I don't think I can make a better time for this year's Vancouver Sun Run.


Geez, I remember in school, I used to be able to sleep for 3 hours and go for an exam in the morning. I sleep 7 hours every weeknight now and I still wanna roll around under my sheets after slamming down hard on my alarm clock. Am I getting old?
I try to make up for it by sleeping 10 hours a night on the weekend... don't think that's working though... in fact, I think I'm getting fatter.

Putchon yo Dancing shoos!

My recommendation: Watch the previous video first.


ULHS 2006 Charleston Finals. Here's a modern take to the Charleston and Lindy Hop. I wish I was cool like them...