Thursday, December 31, 2009

Dear Racist Morons in Belfast,

If you're going to advertise racist slogans, please learn how to spell IMMIGRANT! What a bunch of knobs!

Movies That Make Me Hungry

Big Night...

Epic food scenes from Babette's Feast...

Eat, Drink, Man, Woman


Like Water for Chocolate...

Mostly Martha...


Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (Original with Gene Wilder)...

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Holy Crap! I Finally Got The Letter!

A year ago, I sent in an application to do an internship at the hospital. Just when I lost hope, the letter arrives today inviting me to attend orientation in January. But my anxiety doesn't end here. They make applicants jump through hoops to get to get in. It is a very competitive program with only 25 spots open every year. I need all the luck in the world. I so want work here. It will be such an amazing opportunity to help people and to learn hands-on skills that will prepare me for my new career.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

New Year's Resolution #2: Help Those In Need

Photo from

I've designated 2010 as the year to help others in need. I've contacted 2 organizations. One is feeding the homeless in deepest darkest Tenderloin, the other is a food bank. I start next month and I'm excited. I hope to volunteer at least once a month. I'm testing out how this next month goes.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

New Year's Resolution #1: Start Bellydancing Again!

It's been 4 years of being danceless ever since I've injured my knee. It's time to get back into it again and get in shape! If only I can dance like her, she has amazing technique and muscle control, I am in awe!

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Friday, December 25, 2009

Monday, December 21, 2009

What Happened To the Milk?

HopAlong held my hand and reassured me that he was just going to pop over to the store to get milk, he'll be back. This was a week ago. And this was my ride back home on BART minus one...

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Friday, December 18, 2009

Just So You Know...I went to Walmart

I don't care what people think. I like to shop at Walmart. Not only is their stuff cheap but the people of Walmart are the most unique human beings on the planet!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

I'm done with finals! I'm FREE!!!

That is all.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

R.I.P...So Sad To See You Go :(

Muni Lines that have been discontinued as of 12/5/09. It feels like I've lost long time family friends...

I used to take this bus all throughout my 4 years of high school when I lived on 44th Avenue. And you were HopAlong's favorite busline! Photo by munidave on flickr

My friends and I used to take this bus when we would hang out at Streetlight Records on Haight & Masonic. Photo by munidave on flickr

Sorry I never got to know you better. We only met once. Photo by Whole Wheat Toast on Flickr

You used to take us to Stonestown when my friends and I wanted to hang out at the mall. Photo by munidave on flickr

You dropped HopAlong and I at Alamo Square Park to see the Painted Ladies, the California Academy of Sciences and the DeYoung Museum at Golden Gate Park. Photo by kodama(home) on flickr

You got me home safely after late night raves and concerts. Photo by Noelster on flickr

Friday, December 11, 2009

Early Christmas

HopAlong and I celebrated Christmas early since we wouldn't be together on Christmas Day. HopAlong wakes me early in the morning to open presents. We then headed out to the city to window shop. We had breakfast at Stacks in Hayes Valley. And ended our night watching A Christmas Carol in imax 3D.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Reason # 435 Why I'm Marrying an Irishman: They are Born To Build

This is the perfect follow-up to the previous post. Last weekend we went to Ikea to purchase a bookshelf and other furniture items from my room. It took Hop-Along exactly 1.5 hours to assemble a tall chest of 6 drawers and another one! He didn't stop there. The next day he assembled a very complicated shelving unit which would take days for my dad to do. Hop-Along did it in a matter of hours and he was ready for more! He was a flat pack assembling machine! I was in awe and a little turned on. ;)

According to the article, Irish vs. Irish-American Men, "[The Irishman] is the archetypal 'man’s man.' He usually takes charge, and he has an unbelievable number of skills — he can change a tire, install a bathroom, build a shelving unit, and calculate measurements by guesstimating with eerie precision."

Still don't believe it? Proof is in the pics!

Exhibit A..."He can build a shelving unit"...

Exhibit B..."He can calculate measurements by guesstimating with eerie precision"...

Need I say more? I'm a lucky, lucky, lucky girl! *Sigh*

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Irishmen vs. Irish American Men

I was browsing the interwebs and came across the following article. An actual "study" was conducted on Irish men vs. Irish American men. Her distinction between the two are hilarious, especially the way she describes the American counterpart.

On Dating: Irish vs. Irish American
June 18, 2008

By Mary O’Brien

PREDICTABLY, the Sex and the City film opened last month with massive success.

But what is the reason for the original popularity of the story of four single, talented women who can’t seem to find a good man? Clearly it’s because there are scores of females in the city can relate to such a dilemma.

And if you’re dating in an Irish community in New York city, the dynamic gets even more interesting.

For your reading pleasure, I’ve shared the results of an informal study conducted by a group of single females, detailing the strengths and weaknesses of dating in an Irish community here in New York City.

There are three main factors that immediately attract a single female to men both Irish and Irish American: friendliness, good looks (come on, we’re human!) and charm.

But each male-type is alluring in distinct ways.

The Irish American is usually pretty sensitive — he’s a hand-holder in public, he can’t wait to call you his girlfriend, and he talks about your future together — on the second date.

He even notices what you’re wearing or what you did with your hair, and gives you compliments so often you’d be convinced that you’re the spitting image of Melania Trump. He’ll do whatever you ask him to do, whether it’s buying drinks, taking you someplace special, or picking up groceries. But if you don’t ask him, he’ll be just as content to do nothing.

The Irishman is usually carefree and fun-loving — he’ll often make you laugh till you can’t breathe, he’ll sing, dance, and talk — with anyone, at anytime, and he’ll thereby remind you not to take life so seriously.

He’s the archetypal “man’s man.” He usually takes charge, and he has an unbelievable number of skills — he can change a tire, install a bathroom, build a shelving unit, and calculate measurements by guesstimating with eerie precision.

You don’t have to ask him to do things, he knows how to anticipate. Just don’t expect him to notice your new ‘do or walk the steady line with you — he avoids “being tied down” to one woman until he’s good and ready to settle.

But most importantly, the attitudes regarding their Irish culture are as much of a source of division between the two male groups as it would seem to be a common thread between them.

For the Irish American man, the Irish culture is a source of pride; he loves, loves, loves talking about his Irish heritage. But ironically, that doesn’t mean he knows a thing about it.

He’ll often make self-aggrandizing comments that relate to his Irish-ness, he’ll talk about drinking like it’s some kind of exclusively Irish phenomenon and he’ll justify excessive drinking because after all, “I’m Irish.” (Wow, a really bad habit and an ethnic slur all in one? Impressive!...NOT!)

He will talk about “The Troubles” as though they occurred in his backyard, though he doesn’t know the SDLP from the DUP. He will talk ceaselessly about the glory of “the cause.”

From 3,000 miles away and a decade of relative peace, I imagine it’s pretty easy to talk about the joys of an unending cycle of violence that tore up families, land, and the hearts of the young, who saw their innocence destroyed by it.

If he’s been to Ireland, ask him what he did during his last trip to Ireland, and he’ll only give one response: boasting about how he drank so much and so often, and about how he can’t remember what happened. (Again, highly impressive...NOT!)

Ask him about what his culture means to him, or about the complex history of the people he claims to be so close to, or the artistry produced by this nation, and he draws a blank. If it doesn’t relate to drinking, partying and all things that make him seem even more “cool” than he thinks he is (and he thinks he is very cool), the Irish American man doesn’t exhibit much interest in truly exploring Irish culture.

Finally, if he is in the company of only Irish Americans...the ethnic slurs start to surface. This, in spite of the fact that often, his parents and/or grandparents are Irish immigrants...

As for the Irish male, his Irish culture is seemingly a source of embarrassment.

Sure, he has heard of the Irish literary masterpieces (some), and Irish history (a bit), and he has heard his parents and grandparents singing and playing traditional Irish music (often enough) — but he eschews symbols of his Irishness like they’re the plague — or worse, a female who wants him to commit to an exclusive relationship.

He mocks the heartbreaking stories his ancestors told through song as “outdated” material his grandparents are entertained by — but by thinking of it as a form of entertainment in the first place, he is already missing the value of his people’s music. He turns away from it for the meaningless Euro-dance music full of funky house beats. Perhaps he is trying so hard to fit into the “European” mold that he is carelessly losing his “Irish” along the way.

I don’t know how often I’ve been disappointed to meet young Irish men who have flagrantly shed their ties to Irish culture. How many Limerick men I have met who have never heard “Shanagolden!” I can count on one hand the Irish men I’ve met who play traditional Irish instruments, watch performances of Irish plays, attend the local county dinner dances or even watch Gaelic Football games.

We often talk about how the number of Irish in Woodlawn is dwindling, but sometimes it seems like the ones who are here are deliberately but avoiding the opportunity to preserve their heritage here.

And finally, the Irish male makes no secret about referring to American-born people as “narrowbacks” and “yanks.” A favorite conversation topic for the Irish male is deriding Irish Americans for what they perceive as their weakness, stupidity and foolish behaviors. All this, in spite of the fact that he says he’d like to live in America (and then raise his children as Irish Americans!).

Perhaps the Irish American male takes a beating in the polls when pitted against the Irish lads.

Irish American women who love to laugh and talk find that Irish-born men have a natural comfort level that makes them seem at home in any given situation. They find the Irish American man a bit harder to talk to, and someone who expects a woman to entertain him. He intimidates easily and for all the eggshells he would have a woman walk on to maintain a relationship, it might seem easier not to bother with him at all.

Irish-born women seem to like the laid back nature of the Irish American man, as they prefer to take the lead in conversation and appreciate a man’s sensitivity.

All that being said, maybe you’ll be lucky to find the date of your dreams without his ethnic peccadilloes coming in to play at all. But otherwise, your and your girlfriends might prefer to recharge your batteries with a Barnes & Noble night before delving in to the fray once again.

Friday, December 4, 2009

My Man Is HAWT!

There's nothing sexier than seeing your man in a snuggie

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Our Last Night in Vegas

Bellagio Fountain Front from Flippin Yank on Vimeo.

Hope this puts a smile on your face as much as it does me. :)

Tuesday, December 1, 2009