hi, can i borrow your camera?

I have never been more heartbroken than I am right now.

Not to get too terribly excited… but someone is going 

HERE

and HERE.

Actually, yes. On second thought, get excited!

1ST FEB 2012 | 2 NOTES

Currently on my list of things to do before I grow too old:

1. Go to all seven continents.

2. Complete a Triathlon.

3. Do 1 strict pull-up.

4. Get into medical school.

5. Fill my passport with stamps before it expires in 2017.

#MakeitHappen

Currently writing a scientific hypothesis: The Evolution of Breasts for Thermoregulation.

Some interesting facts to consider:

1) Homo sapiens are the only species where females have permanent breasts enlargements, beginning at puberty. Other species, i.e. our closest relative the chimpanzee, only develop breast enlargements during pregnancy. After lactation, the chimpanzee’s breasts will regain normal flatness.

2) Homo sapiens exhibit the highest order of paternal care from males. As a result, our species also exhibits the heaviest form of female-female competition.

From this standpoint, one might think that breasts evolved as a result of sexual selection in our species’ primitive hunter-gatherer days. However, I am arguing that breasts did not evolve because of sexual selection, but as a direct need for females to maintain core body temperature (since breasts are made of the same adipose tissue which insulates us on other parts of our body - some more than others), which is vital for embryo development during reproduction. 

It’s been a long, long time. I spaced that I even had a blog there for a minute.

Well, here are some random thoughts I would like to stress:

- I love my dogs. I have two, and that is probably the best decision I have ever made (besides getting one). They are my children. And isn’t it funny how dogs look like their owners? White poodle, black poodle. Mo looks and acts like Steve, except sometimes even slower than the typical male (is that possible?). Regardless, he is the most affectionate/sensitive creature I have ever known. Coco is stubborn and independent, and has selective hearing. Much like somebody I know, mmm… It’s great how dogs help owners enjoy the outdoors. I have always loved nature, but since getting dogs, we have opened our eyes to a lot more of the small meaningful things in life, like late night walks, and walks in the mountain, and walks in parks, and walks in the outdoor malls. It’s great to know that no matter how crappy of a person I feel like some days, my dogs still think the world of me.

And sometimes, I’d like to think that the more people I meet, the more I like my dogs.

Just made this.

Most likely not healthy by any means, and no I did not use any substitutes. Pure butter, pure cream cheese, pure sugar, pure white flour. That’s right baby. Unhealthy never tasted so good.

Hope you watched the event of a lifetime yesterday night.

Here are some great pictures I found online.

It’s midnight, and I’m making pho for the first time.

Treating our mothers to a belated Mother’s Day dinner tomorrow.

In case you were wondering, here is the recipe I found.

From a credible Andrea Nguyen, Vietnamese author cooking extraordinaire, source.

- Beef tail blood leaked all over my fridge.

- Dropped the Hoisin sauce bottle and its contents spilled on my kitchen floor.

Off to a great start.

Reading this insane man’s autobiography.

He writes elegantly, and has great vocabulary and oops, I just saw a squirrel - has the tendency to ramble and be very ADD.

Spent the last 4 days devoured in this book.

I absolutely fell in love with Little Bee.

Highly recommended!

Enthralled with books. Reading is genius.

Here are some great ideas:

This is me:

Tazo Chai Tea

Robin Thicke

Cande light aroma

Post hot shower

My recent teeny tiny sticky note cube purchase

A quiet house, sans husband and dog

I AM A HAPPY CAMPER.

Ready to study.

Man, I am ON one today. Must be starting my period soon or something. Or pregnant. I can never be too sure these days.

Anywho, it eases my rant to know that I will be HERE in two weeks.

This might just be an angry post.

It starts off with a story about an ex boyfriend.

Don’t these types of stories always make for an angry post? 

SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW.

Isn’t it interesting how one minute you can devote your entire life to one person, make claims that you will love and cherish them forever, daydream about your wedding and faces of your future children together, and spend every waking moment thinking, living, breathing their air? And then the next minute, the two of you are strangers, and all that this person now becomes is somebody that you used to know. You no longer keep in touch, you no longer email, you no longer care, you no longer think of, speak of, or anything along the sorts of. Even Facebook makes it hard.

Part of me despises you strongly for lying, for saying things only in the moment when I cautioned you not to. Because if I know anything at all, I know that change happens, and the only thing that never changes is change itself.

The other part of me also despises you, but this spite stems from the fact that you moved on only a few short months later when you swore I would be “the hardest person to ever get over,” but I guess thoughts like that can easily disappear when a girl flaunts her panties in your face. And yes, I know about the time you called my good friend and asked her to hang out. Good thing I have better friends than boyfriends.

And yes, I understand that wrecked relationships happen for two reasons. Me. And you. And yes, I also remember that in our specific wrecked relationship, I was more to blame. I was crazy, and immature, and young, and blind.

You were none of these things. You always had to be something better.

Instead, You were the hypocrite.

And I know the devil inside me is speaking right now, but I don’t feel pity for you one bit when I see that you’re now balding (definitely wouldn’t want that in my children’s gene pool) and have lost the great 20 pounds that I added to your previously frail figure when we started dating. 

Hope marriage treats you better than we did.

We are not the perfect couple. But we always come back to love.

We fill much of our day with trivial questions. 

“What are we having for dinner?”

“What color should we paint the living room?”

“Should we sign Johnny up for soccer?”

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When you sit down at the dinner table, you should always ask each member of your family,

“What have you done for someone else today?”

Make it a goal - an aspiration, a challenge - to be able to answer this at the dinner table every night.

Inspiration from President Thomas S. Monson.

Everybody should challenge themselves.

We all do fad diets. We all do presumptuous workouts. We all go through beauty trends. But what we should REALLY do is go through NICENESS trends. Yes! How wonderful and Dr. Seuss-esque the world would be. We should challenge ourselves to be nice.

So there.

Yes! Go cook that meal for your neighbor when you have leftovers. All it takes is to put all your food onto a plate, plastic wrap it, and ring her doorbell.

Yes! Do make friends with that person you have been holding a grudge with since the beginning of the era, and start with a simple Facebook message to say sorry, or if you’re really pushing yourself, stalk them, get their phone number, and give verbal apologies. Totally creepy that it’s sort of cute, and thereby, forgiving.

Yes! Write love letters to your spouse rekindling your first date. Your spouse, after all, should be the person you are nicest to. However, we always tend to be nice to strangers, and neglect those whom we love most.

Yes! Bake cookies for the postmaster. It will ensure you ALWAYS get your packages.

That is all the wisdom I can exert for today.

Now back to rotational kinematics. JOY!

My husband ruined Valentine’s Day, so to make up for it, he bought us tickets to Rio de Janeiro. I told him he is allowed to ruin the next three Valentine’s Days if he wishes.

One of my dreams has always been to stand below Christ the Redeemer, arms stretched out, and reenact the Titanic scene. This will make for the most awesome Facebook avatar yet. It will beat out the avatars from Oahu, New Zealand, Australia, and Vietnam. YES!

Currently on my list of things to do before I grow too old:

1. Go to all seven continents.

2. Complete a Triathalon.

3. Do 1 strict pull-up.

4. Get into medical school.

5. Fill my passport with stamps before it expires in 2017.

I was BORN to be a STUDENT.

Remember,

The more you read, the more you know.

The more you know, the more places you will go.

Conversations that are long overdue.

Here, have some humble pie.

Rethink words.

What would Morrie Schwartz do? Probably be a lot more pleasant and understanding than me, by a light year.

Oops.

Welp, here’s to 2012 and what could potentially be the last year ever. Oh, and also to narcissism, sarcasm, pessimism and medical schoolism. Cheers!

LATE ON THE BANDWAGON,

But I finally started/finished reading TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE.

I ate every word.

From this, I drew:

“Don’t cling to things, because everything is impermanent.” (p.103)

“…if you’re trying to show off for people at the top, forget it. They will look down on you anyhow. And if you’re trying to show off for people at the bottom, forget it. They will only envy you. Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.” (p.127)

“The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn’t work, don’t buy it.” (p.42)

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I was still hungry. So then I read,

And from this, I drew:

“You have peace when you make it with yourself.” (p. 113)

“Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you’re not really losing it. You’re just passing it on to someone else.” (p. 94)

“Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves. (p. 141)

I cannot say I am a better person because of Mitch Albom.

But ever am I inspired to be.