Saturday, March 28, 2009

this.Day was mmm



well this is kinda a late post but mm. so i spent tuesday with hai in santana row and we decided lets be french and hit up this place called Left Bank where they served french food and spoke rather poor french. its quite wonderful.

oh and if you're wondering the significance of the left bank is that it refers to the left side of the river Seine that runs through Paris, highlighting the most romantic districts of Paris and the home of artists, philosophers and various artists, like Matisse!

haha, you're probably wondering what this is, mebbe even fearful.
This is steak tartare. yes it is raw....you eat sushi don't hate. well its made of minced high grade beef served with onions, seasonings and the lil round things called capers (flower buds). yes you eat flower buds they are quite wondrous, albeit a lil salty. mm. i haven't had this since i was last in Paris, but its was rather good, its hard to miss on Santana row. the texture is quite interesting, as it feels nothing like a steak or burger. just imagine beef sashimi, slightly slimy kind of feeling. it flavors are simple, powerful and it looks small, but its quite a meal. Yes and no scarfing this stuff down. you don't jsut demolish fine food, its kinda of a waste.

instead be french, just eat, have a good conversation, take plenty of time, and have no fear of this food getting cold, its actually served a lil chilled. mmm. i missed french food. some of it is kinda out there, but so is asian food. but the portions are small, yet perfectly sized. Just enough to be satisfied, but never enough to get food coma. Always ready to live on your day, to continue the brisk exploration of the city of lights.

and of we finish off with a creme brulee. which is just a caremel with a blazed sugar crusting. its quite delicious and very rich. mm. i rarely get dessert, for pie and cake are not my thing, but this is absolutely decadent and delightful

Friday, March 27, 2009

this.Day i miss

i miss the calls i used to make
no matter how hard is was for me
it was a reason more than work
a fear from phones, had to shake
i miss being chased
a feeling rarely felt
i feeling i can't explain
simply make me melt
so used to saying goodbye
just leaving in a stride
someone i actually might miss
if i just lay down my pride

Thursday, March 19, 2009

this.Day i remember

i remember what it tastes like
the sweet crunch as my teeth bite in
nearly forgotten what is was
the feel of the slick apple skin
the day seems so pleasant
a cool breeze blows on through
reminds me of all the times
just sitting down with you
i hope it isn't the final goodbye
i hope we shall meet again
that our paths will cross once more
make my life less plain
it may have been short
but i leave with no regrets
thank for the moments
and the memories, don't fret
shall your journey be blessed
and until we meet next
i'll shall pray for you
and wish for the best

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

this.Day should freeze frame

stop.
watch the kids play
freeze.
as the sun shines through
slow.down
and remember today
savor.
hanging out with you
remember.
the words i said today
grateful.
for the conversations had
saddened
studying gets in the way
encouraged.
friends with a person so rad

Sunday, March 15, 2009

this.Day i am weak

i just had a fast kick my ass
i couldn't do it
not today
such a fail
my head hurt, my mind unfocused
it was nearly impossible to study
its usually a breeze
not even a thought
something is different today
i wonder whats up?
why was i so weak?
why did i break?
God what are you telling me?
i am listening

Friday, March 13, 2009

this.Day i want to feel

i realize again today i come from a rather privileged background
i don't really have a crappy family life, and they are rather support me whatever i do
even peace corps apparently, i though it be a struggle
but somehow, they are egging me on. i just thank God for that
but the reason why i go, is because i want to feel
feel the pain
feel the suffering
feel the hardship that i have never been through
cuz right now, i know i can't.
No matter how much i care for a person, i can't make those tears go away
i can' fix those shattered dreams because i simply cannot understand
i have not lived it
i want to be able to feel it, see it, understand it

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

this.Day i was late

once again i'm late....i've only been late two other times this quarter, and one of them was monday
i can no longer wake up without an alarm
and even than i just reset it to a later time
8am once the norm for most this quarter
seems to be a far off dream
why does my heart hang so heavy
when i feel so content

i hate how my left petal is loose

Monday, March 9, 2009

this.PastWeek felt forever

on the day of the sun
went to olson i do
to rehearse all day
with a phone conference in lieu
ended with a meeting
sorted everything in the air
but we came out smiling
for the no president there
the day that followed
wrote papers that were due
than Tuesday came round
it was over , done and through
no regrets, no hard feelings
all i can think is "thank you"
put in my life for
the time that He willed
now we part paths
climb our own hills
the night of day next
was double meetings to the morn
than jammed a dinner+meeting
before the food every grew warm
from photohunt to sunrise
the weekend begun
for the day that followed
was a race bundled with fun
from pigs that dance
to alex's place
we learned about davis, each other
but my team got first place!! (Go stef, john, howard, albert!)
the weekend came to a close
a trip through davis, SJ and Sac
mmm i'm tired of driving
can i have my 350 miles back?

so this was my week, the days feel weeks apart
i should prolly get studying, give my apps a new start

Sunday, March 8, 2009

this.Day it begins anew

mm, lets see if this lil experiment works
i used to have a xanga like for 3 years of high school
full of poems, rants, publiticy
imma try to fill this more regularly
and with more substance
to this day it begins
a blog once again