If they made prescription pills for procrastination I would seriously seek them out.
Procrastination is the reason I am so fucking anxious all the time. I hate feeling anxious, yet I can’t stop my habits of procrastination.
Someone make a pill, please.
That changed my life (as of so far…)
In no particular order:
Kapangpangans – I never knew these people existed. I always just thought there were Tagalogs, Ilocanos and Visayans from the motherland. But, no. These people are flashy, confident and proud (sometimes a bit TOO much), hospitable, and fuggin’ AMAZING cooks. You will NEVER see me deny a plate full of food at a Kapangpangan family party, and even if they didn’t cook it themselves they know where the hell to order the best. During my Jr. year of high school I discovered just about almost all of my Filipino friends hailed from Pampanga. My very best friends and husband proudly claim their Kapangpangan heritage. These folks have INFILTRATED my life, and I love them. INFILTRATED, I tell you.
Thai Food – So as a child I had a very very bland palate. I liked ketchup on plain food. I couldn’t stand onions or garlic. If it smelled “funny” in any way it didn’t stand a chance. I would say I’m embarrassed by this fact, but hey, I was 10 years old. Eventually I started growing into my own tastes and found the beauty of hole-in-the-walls, ma & pa’s, and non-chain food. Thai food opened up a floodgate that no other food has provided. Tasting Thai red curry for the first time was like some kind of magic. After tasting Thai food, ain’t no stopping me…
Sofa Lounge – Changed. My. Life. Sofa Lounge was a real cool spot in downtown San Jose around the time us 83′ babies just freshly turned 21. Back then downtown San Jose was bearable due to the music-consious promotors and DJs that provided REAL SHIT to enjoy, no top 40 crap, no ridiculous requests. After Sofa Lounge I learned that clubs didn’t have to be full of wack-vibes, belligerent people, and terrible top-40. I’ve tried to find similar spots ever since, none have really mimicked the entire package.
Ecstasy – I was 16, stupid, and curious. I thank God nothing went wrong during my (grand total of) three trips. I realized that “e” provided me with a confidence to break out of my shell for minute. I was overly talkative and pretty freaking annoying, but there was nothing holding me back on the few nights I experienced it. I was outgoing and active, I spoke my mind and I said the first word. No regrets, I learned a lot about myself.
The Husband – Never in my life would I think I could be this idiotic and disgusting with a man present, witnessing my every flaw and stupid act. Never in my life have I ever felt so comfortable in my own skin around another human being. Never in my life has anyone else completed my existence. Gag, gross. Fuck, I can’t lie. I am in deep-set love with the man that bought me diamond rings. He pushes me, he tells me the truth, he makes me want to be better at everything. Changed. My. Life.
I’m a hardcore foodie, sometimes a food snob. This is not the same thing as “ohh, I LOVE FOOD” or “I LOVE TO EAT.” No, no. It is completely different. I eat for the novelty of it and the love of flavors and textures. Sure I love my Jr. Whoppers every now and then, but I lust for superior food ALL THE TIME.
I’ve compiled this list in my head for quite some time. It is my bucket list of restaurants, must-eat places I need to visit before I die.
UNFORTUNATELY, they are all $$$$+
Told you. Food snob.
to be continued…
I swear I am a hype-whore. If hype exists I’m always down to agree or squash it. I guess I do it for my own greater benefit… I always hate that “damn, should’ve known about this earlier…” train-of-thought.
So I go… I see for myself, but I try not to follow, unless I agree. I believe I have an opinion on everything and I am not afraid to go against the grain. This hype-beast following I have is based on one of my worst personality traits, the I-think-I-know-it-all-gene. Trust me. Yes. I know I sound like this 80% of the time, ESPECIALLY when I talk to my husband.
Current hype tests:
Mad Men – Tested TRUE
To be honest, I just completely DIGG the mid-century furniture that covers the sets and the slick vintage blue suits that the men wear. The drama storyline ain’t so bad either, plus the fact that I can understand what they are talking about since its based on ad agency life and the man just got free from one.
Paulette’s Macarons – Tested SO TRUE
Food is my absolute weakness when it comes to hype-testing, especially baked goods. I have no will-power. I will buy $3.50 cupcakes, $2 cups of coffee, $6 fudge, $18 fried chicken, etc. etc. I have no shame. I work hard and I have no problem spending my money on food, as pricey as a tiny $1.70 macaron costs, it feeds my soul. I wasn’t even looking for their shop but as we were waiting for our bus I saw it gleaming across the street and ran to it. Paulette to a macaron is what Sprinkles is to a cupcake, boutique and based out of Beverly Hills, expensive but worth it, IMHO. I bought a box of six for $10.50 today, worth every penny.
I have just discovered that the proper name for the way I plan my vacations is called:
“Gastronomy Tours”
Holy crap. What a revelation.
Office (brand) Shoes
They are sold in Topshop (which we visited while in NYC), but sadly I had no money to spare and prices start around $80 USD. I kind of regret not coming home with a the menswear-inspired loafer pumps (seen at the bottom).
Thanksgiving
My extended family in the US has significantly grown over the course of a few months. My folk’s place is now home to FIVE more heads from my mom’s side of the family. She is ecstatic that she now has a brother and sister and nephews and nieces in the US (for good, as they all received permanent US Visas, thank you immigration). As of yesterday I have given up my room (despite most of my crap still taking up 70% of the space) to my two younger female cousins. I’m pretty excited to cook up a feast this holiday season, I’m usually always in charge of cooking our holiday meals, and it will be nice to finally share the experience with more family.
I call this time of the year (starting at Halloween) “Fuckitwhatever-Feast-Season.” Its already gone into effect that the husband and I are back in our workout routines.
Concept menu for Thanksgiving: turkey (breasts only), gravy, butternut squash soup, roasted green beans, sweet potatoes and mushrooms, mashed potatoes (kid sister cooks this, the instant kind, haha), and yadda yadda…
Marc Jacobs Starlet vs. Chanel 2.55
The husband would not buy me a fake Chanel purse on Canal St. in NY. He nonchalantly told me someday he would get me a real one and I didn’t need to buy the fake. “Ok,” I said, semi-laughing at what he agreed to. Fast forward three days… I show him the bag and the price of the real deal (online) and he says “NOFUCKINGWAY, $2k for that? HELL NO.” Ok. Agreeable, even a decent sized classic like the Louis Vuitton Speedy doesn’t even cost a cool thousand. So $2k on a tiny shoulder purse is out of the question, I know. I’m not crazy.
BUT…
Here comes my favorite MJ of the moment (you know… like Michael Jordan.. Michael Jackson… now Marc Jacobs) to save the day. The Chanel-inspired black quilting with gold chain “Starlet” will do just fine. We still don’t have money for me to frivolously spend on designer gear, but I can dream and its 1/4 of the cost. Yeah… not getting it anytime soon.
Empire of the Sun
As much as they sound like MGMT, I freakin’ digg them, SO MUCH. I wish I could post the real music video, but sadly they’re shady and don’t allow it to be embeded.
