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To experiment with her new baby (an SLR!), Mary goes paparazzi ... on me.

I feel like blogging only when it's after 2 am

Every morning I wake up to find a cup of a mysterious orange-brownish concoction sitting on the counter glaring at me. My dad makes a mean shake every morning by blending everything and anything supposedly healthy. Every morning I am forced to pick up this cup, place it to my lips, and gulp this viscous mixture as it oozes down my throat. After I chug it down, I wash out the remaining bits with gulps of fresh water but there is no way to get rid of the pungent taste that still permeates my mouth. The drink immediately fills up my stomach and steals away all my appetite for cereal and milk, toast and tea, or whatever breakfast I had otherwise planned on and looked forward to eating. This is what I wake up to every morning when I'm back home, when I finally decide to drag myself out of of bed at around 11 am.

Every morning, my dad wakes up at 8 am to make sure his family starts the day with something healthy. He carefully washes and chops up all the organic fruits and vegetables he had picked out earlier that week from the market. He had studied up and learned to do all this from a book on nutrition that he had been reading for months. He patiently prepares everything and makes 3 cups; 1 for himself, 1 for mom, and 1 for me, and then rushes off to work.

Every morning I wake up to my dad’s cup of love for me. No matter how much it makes me gag, I still drink it every morning.

only at berkeley

After protesters pulled off an alarm for the walk-out, only at Berkeley will you see professors still teaching outside with chalk on the wall our most drab, gray, suicide-prone, just plain ugly building on campus.
(this pic is stolen from twitter)



Now this is a pic from me, as I walked by the building a couple days later.

something about the rain

Something about the rain always puts me in a certain mood. The moods differ each time: sometimes the mood is melancholy and gloomy, but sometimes it brings awe and wonder at God's unspoken beauty; sometimes it times elicits joy mixed with sorrow; but whatever the mood may be, there is always a sense of peace and reflection.


Although my housemates seem to differ in opinion, I've always enjoyed the view outside our window. I think it's pretty :) but then again, sometimes I find weird things to be pretty. I recently came across this photo I took in high school:

This was one of my favorite spots on my high school campus. Amidst the yucky, gum-dotted floor, some weeds had grown through the cracks of the cement, in the shape of a .... well go figure out the obvious, because I was quite surprised at how many people didn't get it when I showed this to them.

an unspectacular but wonderful day

Saturday 11/7/09
outdoor farmer's market, swing dancing on Sproul, shopping at Jeremy's, ice cream at Ici, biking through the crisp autumn air, having the privilege of sharing the gospel, sister's prayer meeting at night...a wonderful day of my sophomore year at Berkeley.

I don't know why but I just wanted to remember this day. I wish I took pictures, but I guess they'll just stay in my head.