Saturday, February 26, 2011

I've become quite the bore.

Hello everyone. How is life? Actually, I should refrain from asking this question since this question seems to be driving me insane and I like you guys.

I've recently been addicted to smoothies.

A-ha! Rainbow smoothie collection. I make sure to blend these the night before so I can have it for breakfast the next day. The first two have spinach, but all three have protein powder (amongst other amazing things). I suggest vanilla almond milk for added sweetness without the extra sweetener!

Other things I've been up to:

A bottle cap off an Honest Tea I got at Whole Foods.

Finally got magenta/fuchsia lipstick! I've been dying to get the shade for a while and since this season, bold lipstick is in, I thought why not? I think I have yet to pull it off (my skin tone is olive so actually, warm colors tend to work better for me), but once in a while shouldn't be bad.

I met Tom, Matt, and Otto. I ate them. They were delicious.

Made a salad beast for the first time in months. What is it about Winter that makes me want to make pasta and soup instead? Oh well, this was delicious (contains mixed greens, tofu, goat cheese, carrots, red peppers, roasted brussel sprouts, celery, and balsamic vinaigrette) The roasting of the brussel sprouts was the best--I could eat just a plate of brussel sprouts everyday for maybe the rest of my life.

With that being said, I apologize for the lack of updates. School + work is a deadly combo. Hopefully I don't turn into a complete bore by the time I update next.

Friday, February 11, 2011


When I was seven years old, papa told me a story of a boy who lived by the sea. Everyday he would go and sit at the docks and stare out into the ocean as if he were waiting for someone to pick him up. People would approach him for polite conversation but he would never respond. He just sat and watched as the sun went down everyday. Then at around eleven each night, he would stand up and slowly walk back home.
One day, on a stormy October evening, the boy fell into the water and drowned. One fisherman claims to have seen something come out of the water and grab the little boy by the leg, leading him to his death.
I remember asking papa how he knew the boy was dead. He stared at me for a few seconds before letting out his mighty laugh. "Little tulip, how could a boy possibly overcome a raging sea?"

-written by me long ago