thanks jenn for visiting!


isn't this hilarious? we found this hat store at jack london square, and yes, jenn's head is entirely covered by the toaster oven


only helen lets us boss her around -- "helen, you're the eagle!"

and then of course, there's the pictures i absolutely cannot post. *wink*

while flipping through our 20 or so HBO and SHOWTIME channels

me: dude, we have a lot of movie channels!
amy: wow we get hella channels! (amy is so norcal)
me: this is pretty cool
amy: OH MY GOD DO YOU THINK WE GET PORN?!?!

reason #324 why i will not get into law school: i watched 5 straight hours of tv, and occassionally stopped every now and then to do chinese homework, NOT LSAT prep

reason #51 why i will not make a good lawyer: i cannot be awake past 2 AM. after my shower, i sprayed toner in my hair thinking it was my leave-in hair treatment, or i thought my hair was my face, who knows. either way my hair now has some natural elements of white oak, witch hazel, and peppermint -- i hope it's refreshingly aromatic.

for clarification, this is how we berkeley students live


it really is a fireplace that's next to my bed


and that really is the kitchen next to my desk


the entrance to amy's loft


the bane of my existence (don't laugh at my chinese textbook)

berkeley despite the initial intimacy and considerable closeness, there's an indescribable comfort you get when your roommate is just above you, nothing in between, no doors, no walls, just space. it's quite nice.

chinese i feel like, a little wanna-be first grader in taiwan. and i have to learn simplified characters! you know me and ugly things...haha, no offense.

LSAT i bought myself more time. literally. for $29, i'm not only taking the december test, but taking it back home. i need to be in the OC. i don't want to hear any comments.

the future so amy and i planned on attending the career fair tuesday. not only did we convince ourselves not to attend, but we went shopping. somehow eyeshadow became important, black express blouses, and belts. rather, those seemingly important things at the time outweighed a job. a career. i need to stop avoiding this.

the cashier at naan and curry "you know, when a man talks dirty to a woman, it's called sexual harrassment, but when a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $1.99 a minute."

comfort nothing beats the 6 hour drive from berkeley than seeing my girls, and gay clubbing, haha.

new york. i was going to write a bit of what we did everyday but since jenn already did such a good job, read her blog. they say a picture is worth a thousand words ... and so, here's to new york, one of the best times i've had in my life.


so literally 2 hours after i stepped off the plane, it was off to a club!

joey's the best

in front of trust, 2nd club of the night

at a bar saturday night -- i refuse to wear logo shirts to a bar/club ever again -- strange people start talking to you! so not fun

we got helen up at 12 for brunch at brasserie 8 1/2!

@ a korean restaurant with the best kimchee ever! i look so much better in the pink hat

$18 midori sours at the rainbow room at the top of the NBC building...but the view/aura/atmosphere/company was so worth it! and helen got drunk haha!

joey's so pimp

with jenn in front of times square

jenn and i woke up at 8:30 to walk through central park...yes i wanted to and complained about it, but for a picture like this, i'd do it again

we're so tourists

central park is so gorgeous

no afternoon is complete without some serendipity!

at the top of the met, so so beautiful

i heart new york.

thanks for the memories =)

i have a strange family. no really, even with three people, it's slightly odd. my aunt, cousin, and grandma are visiting so the house is kind of crowded. not to mention i drove home. so i come home, in a daze almost after having sung the maroon 5 acoustic album at the top of my lungs in the car driving back from jenn's house and see a sleeping bag on the floor of the master bedroom. and the door wide open. does no one like to close doors these days?! and why is that weird?

1) my dad's in the guest room
2) my mom's on the floor
3) i have a queen size bed

i feel slightly bad. i'm a horrible daughter. i command the cars, the rooms, the phone. hey it's my homecoming. so what if it's only been a week. and i live in a living room! let me enjoy my queen and doors for three days. not that living in the living room is bad or anything...yet. haha we shall see.

for some odd reason i can't access the web address for my photos on shutterfly with my mac. UGH i'm so computer illiterate. so no pictures from new york yet. but i have them all in iphoto and developed and on my desktop as a collage! god it was so much fun. i love my gals. and joey.

i think it becomes harder and harder for me to leave LA as i get older. which is really strange becasue it's supposed to get easier. but bear with me, i'm going to babble...because i've been driving all day and i've been waking up at 8 every morning and because jenn and i just watched a horrible movie (stupid angela said it was good). it's not that it's hard for me to leave, i do so without tears shed, without feeling completely depressed yes...but it's like my heart ain't all there. it's somewhere...here, amidst the beach, buried in the sand at newport, in an apple green tea from tenren's, under angela's living room couch, next to my fluffy new pillows...along brea canyon cutoff on the way home from brea (by the way, the best drive to listen to the garden state soundtrack).

in a nutshell, i'm a big baby and i love being home. i think my parents think i'm insane. they just shoo me back to berkeley and tell me to stay there. how sad is that! but anyway, i'm going to end this post due to extreme exhaustion and well, a need for a nice hot shower. yeah our apartment shower sucks.

i promise, pictures will come. and no, i did not get drunk in new york. i'm a good girl. seriously.