Archive | February, 2012

Midday

29 Feb

Enjoying a midday meal on the sidewalk brings me back to days when life was much simpler.
When the biggest dilemma in my life was, “pineapple fried rice or spicy noodles from the guy”.

I long to return to those days.
To return to my old friends.

To enjoy warn weather, and carts at every street corner.
Walking down streets seeing familiar faces smile and exchange a greeting, as we both are excited to pass through each others life for a mere second or two.

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Busy Bee

23 Feb

As the first round of “midterms” comes, I have found myself dazed and confused.
It’s not an easy thing to deal with.
But lucky for me I have a little “taste of home” to keep me company during these long nights.

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More posts to come, as I am hoping my schedule frees up in due time.

Reminisce

22 Feb

Speaking to my old friend, brings back great memories.

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1208..
How I miss you so.

A Day in The City

17 Feb

It’s 11:00 am, and I am sitting here in the Library attempting to read my “Non-Profit and Governmental Accounting” book. As I read line after line, my mind cannot help but drift further and further away from this place.

I can’t help but reminisce on my days in the city.
I have always thought that suburban societies breed discontent. I cannot say that it is a universal rule, but for I, it is more true than ever.
The Sunday before the couple of Sundays that have passed, was an important day in America.
The day of the American Football Superbowl.
I was as excited as everyone else, yet for a different reason. For the reason that I knew the majority of people would be sitting at home staring at televisions.

The Sun was shining, the weather was great. So instead I ventured out for a day in the city.

We had arrived and were on the look for a good place to get some food.
I looked from place to place. (As if you have ever been to San Francisco, you know that there is no shortage of places to eat)
I walked, and walked. Without feeling that any of the places were “right”.

I dislike places that look to clean. That look “planned”.
I craved some where authentic. Somewhere that rang true from side to side.

As we turned the corner, I saw a place that looked intriguing yet I was reluctant to walk in.
I opened the screen door, and saw just a single worker standing behind a counter.
As I looked around, I saw the menu, scratched on a chalkboard to my side.

This was the place.
So we put in our orders and grabbed some chairs outside.

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Water with a hint of Orange, really hit the spot.

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We sat patently, waiting for our food to arrive.
Waiting gave us a chance to sit back and relax for a while.

Soon our food came out. The young guy looked at me and said, “I made these EXTRA good, so…yea..”
I looked around, as wasn’t really sure what that had meant, but they sure did look extra good.

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Veggie melt for me, and a turkey for her.
Salad on both.

With the first bite, I instantly knew what he meant. They were extra good.

The place was delicious.
A small menu, with just the right variety.

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As we finished, we headed to the park, as I had my eyes set on a place I had seen only weeks before.

The BEIRGARTEN.

What better than a Stein of a Bavarian beer to enjoy a great afternoon in the sun.

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As we brought our steins together for a cheers, I couldn’t help but think of all my German friends from abroad.

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I toasted to them all, as I wished I could have enjoyed another beer with all the Chula exchange students.

As the beer continued to flow, I felt the urge to have some more food as well.
A buttery, salty pretzel hit the spot perfectly.

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The Stein, had me feeling like I was on cloud nine.
We walked around, and relaxed at a nearby park.

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We went to the famous Chantal Guillon’s Macaroon place for dessert.
Although not my cup of tea, they were an interesting way to finish off a day in Hayes Valley.

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It’s sometimes hard to remember how much these little things had brought me so much joy.
How a great restaurant or cafe, could make any day seem grand.

 

 

I spoke to a friend yesterday, and she put something in my head that initially I failed to understand, yet now it cannot leave me.

She told me of a quote she read that resonated with her. It read:

“she had become too settled in her ways, too placid, too content, too anemic in her excitements, and too sober in her taste. As a bride, it had been she who ‘dragged’ Benjamin to dances and dinners — now conditions were reversed. She went out socially with him, but without enthusiasm, devoured entirely by that eternal inertia which comes to live with each of us one day and stays with us to the end.”

 

That “external force” that will put us in a state of change, is not always as far away as it initially seems.

 

Stroll Through the Neighborhood

1 Feb

My mornings begin with this.

My evenings end like this.

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It’s strange how we tend to never realize the beauties that have always been right beside us.