Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Noms of the summer (part 3)

Yup, had a good and busy summer. Didn’t do anything spectacular, but definitely happy to have made time for seeing my loved ones.

  1. The infamous lobster roll @ Sam’s Chowder House w/Roomie, Bear, and Little Meow
  2. Croque Madame on a wedding planning day w/Moomz, Moo-haz, and Beard
  3. Roomie treating me to spectacular waffles on the morning of my Commencement :)
  4. German lunch down the street from the Los Altos clinic during one of my Saturdays
  5. Waffle social at work!!
  6. Dipped cone @ Super Duper Burger for CHUAAA’s birthday reunion in SF :)
  7. Banana walnut fudge ice cream with chocolate chip cookies… Newman crew visiting Seminarian :) So great to see everyone together again. And seeing Seminarian with his collar :)
  8. Gelato in Sausalito during my personal getaway
  9. Fancy sliders: mushroom and goat cheese, chipotle chicken, and smoked salmon
  10. Mango and sticky rice for dessert after Commencement with my family and friends :)

Noms of the summer (part 2)

It’s reassuring to look back and know that I did something with my summer. It freaks me out that it’s almost September, and I keep wondering where summer went. Sometimes I actually don’t remember. Fortunately between all the jobs and crap going on, I managed to spend time with people I love. And apparently eat a shitton.

  1. Eggs Benedict w/French fries because Moo-haz is a genius
  2. Open faced naanwiches and samosas with Mustache
  3. Coffee ice cream w/warm-baked chocolate cookies?? (Mustache and I know how to spend quality time together)
  4. Vegan espresso milkshake with Lezzie & Koko & Annie @ Herbivore :)
  5. Mini chocolate cupcake when I went to get a treat for Billy. Because Billy deserves cupcakes.
  6. Badass halibut dinner for Snail’s birthday in SF
  7. Rainbow cupcake for Snail’s 21st birthday :)
  8. Chocolate mousse and beignets??
  9. Sprinkles cupcakes w/Roomie because being in town is a good enough excuse to get Sprinkles
  10. Homemade lemon blueberry cupcakes for Roomie’s birthday :)

Noms of the summer

It’s time for some… binge blogging! I haven’t posted food photos since Feb/March… but that doesn’t mean I stopped taking pictures! Here are some delicious memories I had with loved ones.

  1. Chinese feast before Moomz’ last wedding dress fitting (oops)
  2. Korean feast at BF(F)’s favorite Korean place in SF to celebrate our friendship and look forward to the future
  3. Brunch with Moomz, Moo-haz & friendz
  4. Chaplain’s homemade blackberry-lemon-thyme jam on a scone for a tea party reunion
  5. Banh mi from FiDi during my last week with Billy
  6. Mustache treating me to a celebratory dinner on my last day at the clinic (and heeding the ketchup bottle’s instructions)
  7. Little tea sandwiches with Chaplain ^_^
  8. Thai feast with CEO of Ryando Travel during our 3-day health screening trip (yay income after quitting my job!)
  9. Homecooked lamb shank and crack potatoes with Roomie’s family. I love going to her house and eating her food. It’s always so good. Like, seriously.
  10. Vietnamese-Chinese feast with my parents. They always know how to feed me.

Food brings friends and family together <3

Also makes my ass larger, but we’ll get to that later.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014
shrinkrants:

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.
— Kurt Vonnegut (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

shrinkrants:

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.

— Kurt Vonnegut (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Sunday, August 17, 2014

SLEEP

Sometimes you just need to lie very, very still. I have been out and about nonstop and it has finally caught up to me. I have had some seriously delirious phone conversations with friends who called me in the middle of my emergency naps. Roomie imagined that’s what it would have been like if I ever drunk called her. 

"Hey ___, what’s up?"

"What? What’s going on?"

"Are you still down for German food tomorrow?"

"Um… I’m not - I’m not sure… I’m working and I have a phone interview and I don’t know what time it will be and I don’t know - I’M NOT SURE. ROOMIE I’M SO TIRED. I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON." 

"It’s okay, go back to sleep and call me tomorrow. It’s okay to go to sleep early." 

"Oh…. oh - okay. I’m going to try to sleep. I’ll - I’ll talk to you later." 

"Good night." 

It’s difficult to capture in text, but Roomie can tell you that I probably sounded like I was about to cry on the phone. 

  1. Billy taking me out to lunch (Korean!) on my last day
  2. One of my first patients coming in to say thank you and brought Asian pastries 
  3. Leaving an environment that was not contributing to my growth 
  4. Everyone being supportive 
  5. Naps. OMG.
  6. Dinner and shopping w/Mustache - her returning the favor of feeding the one in unemployment 
  7. There was cheese on the French fries. 
  8. A busy morning at the Saturday clinic 
  9. Seeing my parents for a little bit
  10. Sleep. Thank you. 
Saturday, August 16, 2014

rachaeldee:

golden yoga - potentially the most happiness-inducing yoga of them all. 

I love it when people do yoga with their pets ^_^

(Source: rachaelruns)

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

I was such a fool as a child

When I was a little kid, I had this hilarious idea of what my life would be like when I was 25: I’d have a stable job, live in my own place, be married or close to it, and have a solid handle on LIFE.

HILARIOUS.

As a little kid, I didn’t know I was going to pursue a doctorate in physical therapy and spend extra time in school. I didn’t know I was going to move out of my parents’ house before I got a PT job and instead, pay rent by delivering cupcakes. I didn’t know I was going to hate my first full time job and leave it before the one-year mark. I didn’t know I was going to let myself try to do what makes me happy and shoot for my dreams in Washington.

I DIDN’T KNOW SHIT. I JUST KNEW HOW TO FUCKING MULTIPLY.

  1. Chicken tenders
  2. Cereal & soy milk
  3. Skipping off to lunch w/Billy after work
  4. Sitting on a bench in downtown SF with Vietnamese sandwiches and Thai iced tea
  5. "Don’t do something stupid, like rejecting a good work opportunity in Los Altos and trying to move to Seattle. JUST KIDDING!!!"
  6. "I guess I’ll miss you a little bit"
  7. Will I ever meet a sassier man?
  8. Feeling very satisfied after lunch
  9. After another debacle of “let’s reschedule patients and not tell the PT or the pts” - one more day is all I have
  10. A very kind thank you card and handmade gift of inspirational quotes from my patient :)
Monday, August 11, 2014

Feelings. So many feelings.

I had a phone interview with the business manager of a private outpatient practice this afternoon.

In Tacoma, WA.

Going to follow up with the clinic owner/PT this Saturday. Looking forward to it. Also spoke with HR from another clinic with multiple locations in WA. Officially submitted all paperwork and fees for my license to practice two states up.

SO. THIS IS WHAT’S UP.

I have come to this point in my life: my lease is ending in 2.5 months, I’m leaving a job I hate, and I’m not really committed to anyone or anything. I’M LEAVING CALIFORNIA. FOR MYSELF. TO GROW.

Well, at least trying to. Realistically speaking… there is a chance I won’t land a job up there. Who knows what will happen?

It’s an invigorating feeling, looking to start a new life in a new place.

ALSO SCARY AS FUCK.

That monstrous feeling of failure shoves its way into my mind sometimes. I don’t even know why. It’s not like my friends are going to judge me if I tell them I’m going to move and then don’t. It’s not like I control the job market and the lining of the stars so I MUST LAND A JOB OR I DON’T ACCOMPLISH MY SEATTLE DREAMS. It’s not like I’m going to be less of a physical therapist or less of a person if I stay in California.

But the monstrous voice judges me. And that monstrous voice is me. I fear I will feel “stuck” if I stay in the Bay Area for an undetermined period of time. I fear I will feel unsatisfied with being so close to home (I’ve always wanted to move away from home as an adult). I fear I am making a horribly large decision by moving out of state. I fear I am taking an unreasonable risk and potentially sticking myself with a clinic not as good as the one in Los Altos.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this. Right. I need to calm down and stop making this process difficult for myself. I need to stop feeling pressured by what other people want from me. I need to stop feeling so damn obligated and just DO WHAT MAKES ME HAPPY.

I’m going to try, and if I don’t land a job, it’s not the end of the world. My purpose is still to help people, and I can do that in any city, any state. I can pray and sing anywhere.

ONLY TIME AND MORE STRESS WILL TELL.

  1. My friends supporting me no matter the outcome of all this
  2. Honestly, having a really good job lined up in the Bay Area if this doesn’t work out
  3. THERE IS NO FAILURE. JUST A DIFFERENT DIRECTION.
  4. Helping people being a pretty portable job :)
  5. Lunch walk w/Billy today
  6. "$8 for banh mi?? SO EXPENSIVE"
  7. Chipper phone interview today
  8. "Do what makes you happy"
  9. Orange is the New Black
  10. SLEEPING IN UNTIL 7AM TOMORROW OMGWTFBBQ
Thursday, August 7, 2014

spinachandchocolate:

lord-of-all-awesome:

blibblobblib:

Breakfast around the world

Fuckin australia

Australia though

Australia knows what’s up.

(Source: sanziene)

Monday, July 28, 2014

THINGS ARE GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT

Koko called me. He’s like a todayiamthankful whisperer.

What am I afraid of? Failure. Making a big deal of this life changing decision and leaving everyone, and then not finding a job or things not working out.

No need to rush, he told me. “The longer you stay, the better because we love you.”

And there is no shame in coming back. It’s like “Darn, you’re back where all your family and friends are!”

He’s right! He told me, there is no failure or success. Either it worked out or it didn’t work out and it wasn’t your thing.

MORE ON THIS LATER.

BY THE WAY, SASSY COLOMBIAN HAS A BABY AND I’M SURE HE IS BEAUTIFUL. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.