Somehow when life is a shithole, I always come back to you, dear bloggy.
And since life is pretty much at the bottom of shitholes, I think we're due for a little revamp for our tenth anniversary year! haha
Isn't it nice to give yourself the illusion of some semblance of control and ownership over something? :)
Take it from Donny-- someday, we'll all be free.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these.
-- I find it tragically hilarious, the things people perceive as Sacred. Just because you choose to label something as everlasting and important doesn't mean it is. Labels and promises are not tangible-- only people are. And the only person's actions you can reliably predict and control are your own. Therefore, only your own choices and commitments are sacred if you choose to deem them so, and not the institutions that society creates to bond us to certain patterns of life that we pretend to abide by.
-- I find it tragically hilarious, the things people perceive as Sacred. Just because you choose to label something as everlasting and important doesn't mean it is. Labels and promises are not tangible-- only people are. And the only person's actions you can reliably predict and control are your own. Therefore, only your own choices and commitments are sacred if you choose to deem them so, and not the institutions that society creates to bond us to certain patterns of life that we pretend to abide by.
Saturday, April 09, 2011
Touchdown in Korea-town
Landed in Seoul and killing time before we take off with Dennis and co. Dennis is our perky tour guide who keeps calling me Joanna. Talk about throw-back.
It's 6am HK time but 7am here, and I'm running on one hour of bad sleep on a plane near a couple of annoying spider-lashed girls. But nevermind them, I'm in Corea! :)
Spotted a Dunkin' Donuts and had to try it (finally)-- asian dunkin' donuts is adorable!
Pre-Corea Prep
I fly at midnight tonight!
And though I'll only be there five days, I'm excited to get to see a new piece of the world.
Testing out BB creams to gage which ones to buy. The coverage is actually more adequate than I thought it would be!
And though I'll only be there five days, I'm excited to get to see a new piece of the world.
Testing out BB creams to gage which ones to buy. The coverage is actually more adequate than I thought it would be!
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Paris in HK
I'll be hard-pressed to ever save enough dough to finally hit euro soil. And with my recent re-charged excitement for fashion, I took myself to K11 (http://www.k11concepts.com/en/) after work tonight to see their tribute to Paris fashion week which is at its tail end.
It's pretty cool, actually! They have three exhibits that are dedicated to three Chinese designers who had their work out at Paris Fashion Week, they're playing French music (haha), and Parisian-esque decor is scattered throughout the mall.
I've been running around the exhibits, awkwardly taking self photos with my laptop because I forgot my memory card for my camera at home. After running away from a South African gentleman who wanted to take my 'very beautiful' ass to LKF, I found the largest outdoor/indoor exhibit and awkwardly (but hilariously) ran into Steph who along with her fiance's entire family spotted me boothing with my arm fulls of stuff. Poor girl has to spend five days in Seoul with this loser-- woot!
Right now, I'm having my first taste of macarons from Paul Lafayet to go with the theme, along with a Cafe Creme to perk myself up for the subway home.
Vive l'Hong Kong!
It's pretty cool, actually! They have three exhibits that are dedicated to three Chinese designers who had their work out at Paris Fashion Week, they're playing French music (haha), and Parisian-esque decor is scattered throughout the mall.
I've been running around the exhibits, awkwardly taking self photos with my laptop because I forgot my memory card for my camera at home. After running away from a South African gentleman who wanted to take my 'very beautiful' ass to LKF, I found the largest outdoor/indoor exhibit and awkwardly (but hilariously) ran into Steph who along with her fiance's entire family spotted me boothing with my arm fulls of stuff. Poor girl has to spend five days in Seoul with this loser-- woot!
Right now, I'm having my first taste of macarons from Paul Lafayet to go with the theme, along with a Cafe Creme to perk myself up for the subway home.
Vive l'Hong Kong!
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Exploriversity!
Apparently, I'm blending right back into the student culture. Sipping a mocha from a flimsy plastic cup and Facebooking from my Mac. Sounds about right.
Honestly, HKUST's campus-life-feel isn't too far from being at Waterloo at all-- disproportionate number of Chinese people v.s. Non-Chinese people included! (haha)
Of course the campus is FAR superior, with a mountain view of the water, and islands and eagles. There's a dim sum restaurant here. And everything looks far newer and prettier. But the right-most side past the sundial is suspiciously reminiscent of a certain Davis Centre look-- Waterloo architecture grad at work?
I need to get out of here if I'm going to finish exploring the residential areas I need to see, but I'm leaving behind this blast from the past:
I'd forgotten until my sister posted this photo, that 15 years ago, I was right back here in the same spot -- minus the mocha, and dressed head to toe in burgundy under the hideous vest that my fifth grade counterparts told me they wouldn't be caught dead wearing (even if it WAS Calvin Klein). (hahahaa..) Welcome back, subway kid.
Honestly, HKUST's campus-life-feel isn't too far from being at Waterloo at all-- disproportionate number of Chinese people v.s. Non-Chinese people included! (haha)
Of course the campus is FAR superior, with a mountain view of the water, and islands and eagles. There's a dim sum restaurant here. And everything looks far newer and prettier. But the right-most side past the sundial is suspiciously reminiscent of a certain Davis Centre look-- Waterloo architecture grad at work?
I need to get out of here if I'm going to finish exploring the residential areas I need to see, but I'm leaving behind this blast from the past:
I'd forgotten until my sister posted this photo, that 15 years ago, I was right back here in the same spot -- minus the mocha, and dressed head to toe in burgundy under the hideous vest that my fifth grade counterparts told me they wouldn't be caught dead wearing (even if it WAS Calvin Klein). (hahahaa..) Welcome back, subway kid.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
She could make alone look pretty
I'm really starting to learn to embrace my solitude.
It's not that life doesn't give you a choice in the matter, but sometimes it's important to take steps away from companionship in order to better yourself or better others. Or to allow life to take its course and develop a better situation-- at least, I hope so. I've learned that things change, I guess. That I change. And that change isn't always negative-- not that heartache is never involved.
Vague much? ha...
I'm learning to enjoy my own company very much, though. Besides not having to compromise/wait/consider, it allows for a great deal of music-listening, and a lot of walking around in my own mind, and I consider this time to be a blessing even if it's sometimes lonely.
At the moment, I'm sitting atop a crowsnest at Life Cafe in SoHO, on a pile of pillows patterned suspiciously like our couch at Regina/Erb (a little gift of home?), and I've just finished a huge bowl of pumpkin-carrot soup with sunflower seed bread and a delicious organic smoothie called "Sunshine Shake". There's a little latin music playing overhead and below me are many British guests chattering away. The cheers of sports (soccer? rugby?) fans in pubs on the streets below occasionally erupt through the large open windows. Light for my soul!
Here is a little visual (Thank you, Photobooth.)
It's not that life doesn't give you a choice in the matter, but sometimes it's important to take steps away from companionship in order to better yourself or better others. Or to allow life to take its course and develop a better situation-- at least, I hope so. I've learned that things change, I guess. That I change. And that change isn't always negative-- not that heartache is never involved.
Vague much? ha...
I'm learning to enjoy my own company very much, though. Besides not having to compromise/wait/consider, it allows for a great deal of music-listening, and a lot of walking around in my own mind, and I consider this time to be a blessing even if it's sometimes lonely.
At the moment, I'm sitting atop a crowsnest at Life Cafe in SoHO, on a pile of pillows patterned suspiciously like our couch at Regina/Erb (a little gift of home?), and I've just finished a huge bowl of pumpkin-carrot soup with sunflower seed bread and a delicious organic smoothie called "Sunshine Shake". There's a little latin music playing overhead and below me are many British guests chattering away. The cheers of sports (soccer? rugby?) fans in pubs on the streets below occasionally erupt through the large open windows. Light for my soul!
Here is a little visual (Thank you, Photobooth.)
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Flash Fiction
At work today, a student came in with an assignment from school to write a Flash Fiction story. I didn't actually even know what it was, but basically it's a very short short with a twist at the end. I decided to secretly give it a go too, partly because I find sixth grade homework fun (apparently) and partly because it's more fun than typing out a pdf.
My story is inspired by the nasty curry I had for lunch in which I found a piece of ginger shaped suspiciously like a finger. It's actually a bit long (it's only supposed to be 100 words)-- but I've already pared it down 50 words.
Mystery Meat
"You cut too smoh! Customa comprain! Must eat eet all!"
"Aiya, big enough, la!"
He chopped the pieces bigger now though, slicing with the white grain of fat-lines, each chunk subsequently seared in a nearby pan. The heavy bones, he pushed into a grubby garbage bag.
"Curry done yet?"
It was. The pot bubbled, thick and coloured by the fragrant yellow powder with a smattering of bright vegetables. In slid the meat, bobbing momentarily before sinking into the mixture.
The scowling woman ladled it into styrofoam containers of steamy white rice.
The last box was consumed by a hungry businessman after work, considering himself lucky to find such a cheap meal-- what a deal!
It was dark now and the perfect time for the last step. The woman hastily checked the garbage bag.
"Good," she nodded as the two silhouettes carried the loot into the night, "deedun fohget hees head. Teach heem cheat on me!"
Monday, March 21, 2011
Another quickie brought to you by Tony Chan
28 degrees today, thickest fog I've ever seen up on the 33rd floor.
Normally, you can see mountains and the harbour from here... today, just white. Crazy!
And I have to go back to work tomorrow... le sigh.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Wireless Wins
Tony Chan has not one but two wireless networks-- one titled Tonyhome and one called Tony Chan's Guest Network. The generous bastard's guest network is within range from the right most seat on the living room couch by the bay window. True, the guest network is secured by a password but I've cracked the code-- tonyguest. Mastermind, I know.
Thanks Tony! :)
Thanks Tony! :)
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
This morning as I left behind nine dragons
on my way over to an incense filled harbor,
my gaze fell on a middle-aged wife counting her rosary beads
which reminded me of the rhythm of my sneaker soles thudding
against night-chilled sidewalks
and stiffened fingers stuffed into sleeves--
When I would listen to Jewel.
In a kingdom oceans away.
All to deafen the achey thumps
(waves?)
in my chest.
A religion in and of itself.
I laughed at myself then,
because I remembered that I'd promised (for the most part)
not to be so affected.
on my way over to an incense filled harbor,
my gaze fell on a middle-aged wife counting her rosary beads
which reminded me of the rhythm of my sneaker soles thudding
against night-chilled sidewalks
and stiffened fingers stuffed into sleeves--
When I would listen to Jewel.
In a kingdom oceans away.
All to deafen the achey thumps
(waves?)
in my chest.
A religion in and of itself.
I laughed at myself then,
because I remembered that I'd promised (for the most part)
not to be so affected.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
One girl at TheONE.
My first petite solo adventure begins by accident, really.
My GooJeh (Dad's sister) has perhaps the most excellent taste in food of anyone in my entire family. She took me and a coworker to an upscale Japanese Teppanyaki restaurant tucked away on the higher levels of a new mall called The One . I'm typically a tad suspicious of places that look ritzy and expensive here. I feel like you gotta get down and dirty, finding the hole-in-the-wall street food places and home-cafes. Really, I learned I should always trust the tastes of this particular aunt (who in fact, knows where the best street food is too). Besides a variety of delicious Japanese appetizers and a gorgeous picture window view overlooking Tsim Sha Tsui, I was served perhaps the best steak and lamb I've ever had prepared for me in a restaurant. After lunch, my aunt had to go back to work, leaving me alone at The One.
And what's a girl to do all by herself by a row of glossy shops? :)
I've finally had some quality me-time, retail therapy.
Okay, so I couldn't afford anything at half the stores. But French Connection is having a sale! And despite the sales associate picking out about ten different things for me to try on, I only bought ONE item-- a grey sweater with silver buttons all along the seams. (That's diciprin! peopo.)
And now, I'm sitting in an Italian cafe writing this. They're playing Ella. I've finished a marocchino bicolore and the waitress just set down a latte. My GOD I wish I could transmit smell through text-- I'm in espresso heaven!
You can't see it clearly in this photobooth picture, but there's a park of sorts through the window behind me which I think I shall visit for a short while after my coffee before heading home.
My GooJeh (Dad's sister) has perhaps the most excellent taste in food of anyone in my entire family. She took me and a coworker to an upscale Japanese Teppanyaki restaurant tucked away on the higher levels of a new mall called The One . I'm typically a tad suspicious of places that look ritzy and expensive here. I feel like you gotta get down and dirty, finding the hole-in-the-wall street food places and home-cafes. Really, I learned I should always trust the tastes of this particular aunt (who in fact, knows where the best street food is too). Besides a variety of delicious Japanese appetizers and a gorgeous picture window view overlooking Tsim Sha Tsui, I was served perhaps the best steak and lamb I've ever had prepared for me in a restaurant. After lunch, my aunt had to go back to work, leaving me alone at The One.
And what's a girl to do all by herself by a row of glossy shops? :)
I've finally had some quality me-time, retail therapy.
Okay, so I couldn't afford anything at half the stores. But French Connection is having a sale! And despite the sales associate picking out about ten different things for me to try on, I only bought ONE item-- a grey sweater with silver buttons all along the seams. (That's diciprin! peopo.)
And now, I'm sitting in an Italian cafe writing this. They're playing Ella. I've finished a marocchino bicolore and the waitress just set down a latte. My GOD I wish I could transmit smell through text-- I'm in espresso heaven!
You can't see it clearly in this photobooth picture, but there's a park of sorts through the window behind me which I think I shall visit for a short while after my coffee before heading home.
-- I'm a happy girl! :)
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Overseas Rut?
I'm itching to explore.
I just got home from sushi and window shopping in Central with Auntie Teresa, and even briefly gazed upon the famed 'LKF', which, for a lack of friends my age, I have yet to actually visit.
Before actually returning to the apartment, I decided to sneak in a few precious moments of internet (on the public comp, since I left my netbook in the apartment) to lament a little about my own laziness.
Good food, good shopping. Yellowtail sushi, softshell crab handrolls, miso soup with cubes of tofu and tiny mushrooms, soft tufts of green tea powder mixed to perfection. (Sigh! -- I love eating with people who enjoy food as much as I do and know where to get good stuff!)
It just kind of gave me a wake up call as to how MUCH there is to see and experience here. And yet, for the past few weeks, aside from the Chinese New Year crazyness, I've been sitting around like a lump of rice. Working, eating, sleeping. Seeing the same old subway stops over and over. And over. I've barely been over to HK island at all.
I can't believe I'm in a rut already -- a month into my supposed vacation?
I was very ambitious before coming. And I've got to get back on the train! Screw it if I don't have friends! Exploring is more fun by yourself anyway. You'll see, self, tomorrow I shall drag myself out of bed before 11! Just you wait...
I just got home from sushi and window shopping in Central with Auntie Teresa, and even briefly gazed upon the famed 'LKF', which, for a lack of friends my age, I have yet to actually visit.
Before actually returning to the apartment, I decided to sneak in a few precious moments of internet (on the public comp, since I left my netbook in the apartment) to lament a little about my own laziness.
Good food, good shopping. Yellowtail sushi, softshell crab handrolls, miso soup with cubes of tofu and tiny mushrooms, soft tufts of green tea powder mixed to perfection. (Sigh! -- I love eating with people who enjoy food as much as I do and know where to get good stuff!)
It just kind of gave me a wake up call as to how MUCH there is to see and experience here. And yet, for the past few weeks, aside from the Chinese New Year crazyness, I've been sitting around like a lump of rice. Working, eating, sleeping. Seeing the same old subway stops over and over. And over. I've barely been over to HK island at all.
I can't believe I'm in a rut already -- a month into my supposed vacation?
I was very ambitious before coming. And I've got to get back on the train! Screw it if I don't have friends! Exploring is more fun by yourself anyway. You'll see, self, tomorrow I shall drag myself out of bed before 11! Just you wait...
Saturday, February 05, 2011
One Week Later...
Yes, I'm alive. and loving life in the Big Lychee.
I feel a little like a girl in a music video, standing completely still as blurs of trains and people pan past me.
There are so many people to see and things to do, but there are lulls and long subway trips that leave me with my thoughts. I'm really doing a lot of thinking here.
I haven't had much internet at all, so the updates suck. But they are coming!
I feel a little like a girl in a music video, standing completely still as blurs of trains and people pan past me.
There are so many people to see and things to do, but there are lulls and long subway trips that leave me with my thoughts. I'm really doing a lot of thinking here.
I haven't had much internet at all, so the updates suck. But they are coming!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Time to Fly
I pretty much just finished packing and I fly in four hours. Typical me.
Jasmine goes to Hong Kong for three (or more) months.
It's kind of surreal, and I've been so busy I haven't let it sink in much, really.
I'm excited, I think? A little nervous if I'm honest, but I feel like once I arrive everything will kind of just flow. I'm going to try and blog everyday while I'm there so I can maintain some sort of travel journal. I miss this blog having some substance, and I'll have "new" things to write about instead of posting sporadic music videos or emo-thoughts (haha, guilty!).
It's weird. Here's my "life" over the past year:
And here is my "life" in the suitcase I'll be living out of for the next few months!
See you on the other side.
Jasmine goes to Hong Kong for three (or more) months.
It's kind of surreal, and I've been so busy I haven't let it sink in much, really.
I'm excited, I think? A little nervous if I'm honest, but I feel like once I arrive everything will kind of just flow. I'm going to try and blog everyday while I'm there so I can maintain some sort of travel journal. I miss this blog having some substance, and I'll have "new" things to write about instead of posting sporadic music videos or emo-thoughts (haha, guilty!).
It's weird. Here's my "life" over the past year:
And here is my "life" in the suitcase I'll be living out of for the next few months!
See you on the other side.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Why I Should Never Do Domestic Things or Black Swan-- A Little Too Close To Home
Fig. A: Subject somehow breaks glass while washing it and cuts hand.
Case in point.
It's a little too close to certain bleedy Black Swan scenes for my comfort level though, haha. Dora, Jo, Kat, and I saw the film yesterday after stuffing our faces full of pasta. Natalie Portman's performance was exquisite and Mila Kunis was definitely Golden Globe worthy. It's one of those films that clings to you after you leave the theatre, looking over your shoulder, forgetting to breathe, analyzing what exactly 'happened'. A day later, I'm still turning it over and over in my head and drawing my own parallels.
I think extending beyond "what happened", there are obvious strong themes within the film-- desperately seeking perfection and finding it unattainable. I know about that, I think. I used to wonder about my imperfections and found it difficult to see the perfectionist Virgo in me. I think that's almost my main problem though. For some things, mostly in scenarios where I perceive Expectation, I don't want to do them unless I know things will turn out Just So. Perfectly. I'm terrified of falling short peoples' (or society's, or my own?) expectations sometimes. Natalie Portman's character drives and drives and drives and drives herself (to insanity) to achieve this perfection, where as I'm the type who won't even try for fear of failure. In both cases, perfection is unattainable-- so why cripple yourself? But we do.
(In other cases, in situations where there is no pressure, I'm sloppy and I like it.
"Watch the way she moves. Imprecise, but... effortless. She's not faking it.")
On another note, I think the film expresses dualities (black swan, white swan) within ourselves. In order to achieve perfection, Nina's character must channel her inner darkness/imperfection. I think that's very true to life. Sometimes in order to achieve an end or to become... or realize yourself... you have to release a certain "darkness"? I'm still thinking about this one a lot, and I can't eloquently express it. But I'm drawing parallels there too-- how easy is it to balance the Black Swan and White Swan dualities in actual life? How much 'dark' can you release (and of course darkness is subjective) before you can't get the innocence/purity back? Everyone's a little of each, yes, but sometimes we must become something to achieve something else, and if you're not pretending then you're changing and it isn't always reversible. But I'm rambling.
It was an exceptional film though-- and this coming from a girl who was almost too chicken to see it to begin with.
Case in point.
It's a little too close to certain bleedy Black Swan scenes for my comfort level though, haha. Dora, Jo, Kat, and I saw the film yesterday after stuffing our faces full of pasta. Natalie Portman's performance was exquisite and Mila Kunis was definitely Golden Globe worthy. It's one of those films that clings to you after you leave the theatre, looking over your shoulder, forgetting to breathe, analyzing what exactly 'happened'. A day later, I'm still turning it over and over in my head and drawing my own parallels.
I think extending beyond "what happened", there are obvious strong themes within the film-- desperately seeking perfection and finding it unattainable. I know about that, I think. I used to wonder about my imperfections and found it difficult to see the perfectionist Virgo in me. I think that's almost my main problem though. For some things, mostly in scenarios where I perceive Expectation, I don't want to do them unless I know things will turn out Just So. Perfectly. I'm terrified of falling short peoples' (or society's, or my own?) expectations sometimes. Natalie Portman's character drives and drives and drives and drives herself (to insanity) to achieve this perfection, where as I'm the type who won't even try for fear of failure. In both cases, perfection is unattainable-- so why cripple yourself? But we do.
(In other cases, in situations where there is no pressure, I'm sloppy and I like it.
"Watch the way she moves. Imprecise, but... effortless. She's not faking it.")
On another note, I think the film expresses dualities (black swan, white swan) within ourselves. In order to achieve perfection, Nina's character must channel her inner darkness/imperfection. I think that's very true to life. Sometimes in order to achieve an end or to become... or realize yourself... you have to release a certain "darkness"? I'm still thinking about this one a lot, and I can't eloquently express it. But I'm drawing parallels there too-- how easy is it to balance the Black Swan and White Swan dualities in actual life? How much 'dark' can you release (and of course darkness is subjective) before you can't get the innocence/purity back? Everyone's a little of each, yes, but sometimes we must become something to achieve something else, and if you're not pretending then you're changing and it isn't always reversible. But I'm rambling.
It was an exceptional film though-- and this coming from a girl who was almost too chicken to see it to begin with.
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Beginnings
Back to the real world today. Maybe it's silly, but 2011's beginning has given me a renewed sense of hope and motivation. I don't know if motivation is really the right word-- spark. Hunger. Yearning. Readiness.
I'm ready to do something.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Procrastinating on my Christmas CD
1. What time did you get up this morning? 9:30am... wait, what?!
2. How do you like your steak? Medium rare
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Eat, Pray, Love
4. What is your favorite TV show? ... ever? Xena Warrior Princess (haha)
5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? NYC or Amsterdam
6. What did you have for breakfast? Water
7. What is your favorite cuisine? Shanghainese / Indian / Italian .... hard to choose, really.
8. What foods do you dislike? Celery, cooked leafy vegetables of any kind, cilantro
9. Favorite Place to Eat? Home (I'm lucky to have amazing chefs for roommates... for two more days. :( )
10. Favorite dressing? My mother makes this amazing dressing wth parm, lemon, and olive oil
11.What kind of vehicle do you drive? Not a driving kinda girl.. (ha)
12. What are your favorite clothes? jeggings, loose-fitting t's, cardigans, scarves.. bright colours! :)
13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere!
14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full? both (fence sitting.)
15. Where would you want to retire? South of France
16. Favorite time of day? Middle of the night or afternoon
17. Where were you born? Hong Kong
18. What is your favorite sport to watch? I don't watch sports.
19. Who do you think will not tag you back? Probably everyone
20. Person you expect to tag you back first? No clue
21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this? No one, I just felt like filling it out.
22. Bird watcher? No
23. Are you a morning person or a night person? Night
24. Pets? RIP Don Chancho Ignacio Valdez. <3
25. Any new and exciting news that you'd like to share? My flight date for HK is Jan 26!
26. What did you want to be when you were little? A doctor who would use their money to buy land to build a retirement home for seniors to live in for free.... (how things have changed. haha)
27. What is your best childhood memory? Westvale P.S. Library
28. Are you a cat or dog person? Cat, mostly.
29. Are you married? No
30. Always wear your seat belt? No
31. Been in a car accident? Yes
32. Any pet peeves? Yes (rushing/being rushed, not having anywhere to sit, when people refuse to get any food then ask for some of yours!! lol (I will buy you food! Just don't take mine!), people touching my hair without having reached a certain level of friendship!, when people make light of my cat's death, etc. )
33. Favorite pizza topping? Plain cheese, or mushrooms and Italian sausage
34. Favorite Flower? Sunflowers! :)
35. Favorite ice cream? Chocolate or Birthday Cake
36. Favorite fast food restaurant? McDonalds
37. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Never took it.
38. From whom did you get your last email? Pooja
39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Urban Outfitters
40. Do anything spontaneous lately? Life is just spontaneous.
42. Broccoli? Cauliflower? Cauliflower
43. What was your favorite vacation? DC, NYC, Boston when I was 8.
44. Last person you went out to dinner with? Mike and Fai
45. What are you listening to right now? Christmas music
46. What is your favorite color? Neon yellow / canary yellow
47. How many tattoos do you have? One (red fish on wrist)
48. Coffee drinker? Yes
49. How many children do you have? None
50. What is the last gift you received? Stretchy grey jeans from Fai!
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