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| It's 7 a.m. I haven't slept yet (it's probably due to the jetlag). But my stomach is growling like mad and craving for some good, home-cooked Taiwanese food. The kind of stuff my mom and my grandma could easily whip up in their kitchens and the aromas would have me salivating like a mad dog. Oh my god. I am so hungry.
Here are the first ones that came to mind:
台式滷肉飯 (braised pork on rice)
coupled with 竹筍湯 (bamboo soup)
Maybe it's time for me to learn to cook.
(Original photos: http://plan.cnbcr.com/UpLoadImages/lansing/台湾卤肉饭2fei.jpg, http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2226/2501741193_d4aefa02e8.jpg)
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| November 2008: Mont Saint-Michel + England
Mont Saint-Michel
View from outside looking in
Views looking out
Michael gave this trip to me as a birthday present, which I've been dreaming about for a while (a panorama of this Normandy island has been fascinating me in my bedroom since my early college years). How fitting it should come from him, who shares the same name of the archangel it's named after (according to Wikipedia, "the archangel Michael appeared to St. Aubert, bishop of Avranches, in 708 and instructed him to build a church on the rocky islet. Aubert repeatedly ignored the angel's instruction, until Michael burned a hole in the bishop's skull with his finger." Wicked.) In any case, it's been a longstanding fort, a prison, a monastery, and now, a world heritage site.
The abbey
I did quite like the music that we eavesdropped to in the abbey--it was beautiful choral music that echoed from lower chambers that were closed to the public. We just listened in silence for a while.
England
I fell in love with Cambridge. The old architectures are just so full of grandeur and history.
One of the many colleges...
Trinity
And back to London we went to see his folks...
...where we were being a cuddly couple at the Tower Bridge
As for what's next, I can't wait to go to the May Ball (*shriek!*) Current plans are for Jesus, Magdalene, and possibly Emmanuel. It will be a decadent week.
Until then, work!
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| ...as I have to wake up in around, oh I don't know, six hours? Five hours? Blech.
Lack of sleep and adequate nutrition aside, everything is almost good. I say almost because this is another crazy week of everything coming together at once--deadlines at work, film shoots (which is probably my highest anxiety point due to the persistence of procrastination)--well, perhaps that's all. But that's more than enough. Can I just, like, not sleep for the next three days and still function as a relatively normal human being without getting emotional and morose?
Well, I haven't really had much time to do what I usually am good at wasting the most time at--step back, think of what to do with my life, yadayada. I've really been living it for a change, instead of whining about it. Well, I still whine (as is apparent right now), but it's a different kind of whine, I think. A healthier kind.
I will upload photos later on of my trip to England and France. Thanks to M, I've fulfilled one of my lifelong dreams--to go to Mont Saint-Michel. The abbey is lovely (although some parts are downright hilarious, e.g. the random defibrillators that are encased in glass next to payphones, which is not what you'd expect at a 1,500-year-old stronghold).
Next steps? Who knows. But I am looking forward to go back for the holidays.
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| I will be severely PMSing between now and mid-October. In the emotional sense, of course. So, expect extreme fluctuations in emotional stability, passive-aggressive reactions, and life outlooks ranging from sweet-as-sugar to doomsday gloomy.
You are forewarned [insert evil laughter here, followed by face-in-pillow sobbing].
I'm just stressed out. It's conference time. It's ok, as soon as I come back from New York in mid-November, I can have two weeks to breathe. And after that, vay-kay-shun!!! AWAY from the U-S-of-A that is SO seemingly screwed up right now.
Keep your eyes on the prize...
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| ...and just be the best at everything I do.
"It's Good To Be In Love"
By Frou Frou
I don't know where to start
Say I'm tired or throw a party
These cucumber eyes are lying the more that i smile about it
And all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throwaways
I don't like it
It's good to be in love
It really does suit you
Just like everything
I'm happy you're in love
'Cause every color goes where you do
I'm adoring you
It's all good
You're so beautiful
I'm black and blue all over
You're breaking my flow
How could you know what I'm saying about it
When all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throwaways
I don't like it
It's good to be in love
It really does suit you
Just like everything
I'm happy you're in love
'Cause every color goes where you do
I feel so powerless
I've got to stop it somehow
Oh come on what can i do?
Why's it happening
How's it happening without me
Why's it happening
How's it happening that he feels it without me
It's good to be in love
It really does suit you
Just like everything
I'm happy you're in love
'Cause every color goes where you do
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