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Top five albums, start to finish

  • Bedtime Stories :: Madonna
  • Little Earthquakes :: Tori Amos, this album saved me in high school
  • The Carpenters :: The Avett Brothers
  • Some Mad Hope :: Matt Nathanson
  • Between the Days :: Merril Bainbridge

Top five international destinations

  • Australia/New Zealand, i know two completely different countries but same area
  • Ireland/Scotland
  • Belgium
  • Morocco
  • Russia

Top five dishes

  • Tomato sandwich
  • Pho
  • Sardines + Avocado on toast
  • any version of hainese chicken
  • fried egg + soy sauce on french baguette

Top five words

  • Guffaw
  • Chortle
  • Petulant
  • Penance
  • Banal

Top five songs

  • Into the Groove :: Madonna
  • Come on Get Higher :: Matt Nathanson
  • One :: U2
  • All I Want :: Toad the Wet Sprocket
  • Tear in Your Hand :: Tori Amos

Top five books

  • To Kill A Mockingbird :: Harper Lee
  • Vanishing Acts :: Jodi Picoult
  • The Smoke Jumper :: Nicolas Evans
  • Island of the Blue Dolphin : Scott O’Dell
  • Jacob Have I Loved :: Katherine Patterson

Top five movies

  • The Lord of the Rings – all 3
  • The Boy Who Could Fly
  • Charlie & the Chocolate Factory – the original
  • Pride & Prejudice
  • The Last of the Mohicans

Top five current things that make me happy

  • the lion the beast the beat :: grace potter & the nocturnals
  • the show Lost
  • One Day by David Nicholls
  • packages from Lululemon
  • the show Parenthood

Top 5 things i’m looking forward to in the next 3 months

  • elbow patch cardigans
  • knee high socks
  • corduroys
  • 3 vietnamese soup dishes to attempt
  • baking

 

 

 

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average

i was always an average student. people are surprised when i tell them that i’ve never had straight As, or that it was rare for me to be on the high honor roll. i could say that i was disinterested, not fulfilling my potential, all the things that school counselors are supposed to say to parents when report cards are not what they expect of their eldest child, to soften the blow that their child is not a genius, not even close.

one of the things that i have learned about myself is that i enjoy learning, i just don’t like showing up. my freshman year of college was spent out of the classroom and my grades reflected that. but if you looked closely at my papers and exams, they were not bad. but deductions were made for missing class. it boggled my mind that i would be penalized for attendance when i clearly was doing the work and acing exams. but one professor put it in perspective: you have to show up for work in order to get paid, you need to show for class in order to get graded. (one would think i’d work in a contracting/consulting environment but that is too abstract for me.)

dw says often that i’m an introverted reader. my speech sometimes reflects this. my everyday speaking has no accent, in fact, it’s very much like a journalist’s, no regional accent to give away where i’m from. on the phone you would not be able to tell that i’m asian, that english is my 2nd language. i tend to stick to simple words, rarely branching out to $5words. not because i don’t know any, or what they mean, but because sometimes i’m not sure of their proper pronunciation. it’s a quiet shame quirk, one that i hid but with him, i say them out loud, then i follow up with “did i say that right? how do you pronounce it? you say it.” and he always, patiently, teaches me.

being with dw is like that. he teaches me something new all the time. and he doesn’t make me feel stupid or inadequate or lesser or that i’m not fulfilling my potential. with him, learning is fun, it’s exciting and i show up everyday ready for more. i seriously ace this Life right now.

 

 

 

kiss me: i’m a half marathoner

i officially became a half marathoner on Saturday. the road to get there was hard. i did not train as often as i should’ve, i almost quit before i even began, and it is doubtful that i will ever run that kind of distance again.

what i eventually learned from this experience and about myself.

1. i am a whiner. i whined a week prior to the race. i whined the day of the race. and then i whined some more during the race. until i noticed a blind man running ahead of me. he was holding onto a simple string attached to his running buddy. his step was confident and cheerful, it never faltered. five minutes later, i noticed a man without a leg run by me. he was hopping on his leg and with the use of crutches, and holy shit, good spirits and determination he went on his jolly way. that shut me up. i saw a girl stumble ahead of me, by the time i ran past her a medic was massaging her calf and a coach was soothing her tears. a boy limped his way past the finish line with both knees iced & bandaged.

2. saving graces. running in hilly Baltimore prepared me for the flatter streets of DC, much to my delight. i did not train that much but when i did, it was on hills and usually with elevation on the treadmill. thank gawd.

3. i can maintain. when in the presence of other runners, who for all i know have had bad training habits, injuries, or whatever, i ran with it. for about 8 miles i ran a solid 11minute mile. only when my left foot started feeling weird did i slow my pace.

4. i listen to my body. i still hobble. after that weird foot feeling, i changed my gait and then my left calf started to seize. the remaining distance was significantly slower. i wasn’t going to finish this race injured in any way, i listened to what my body had to say, made adjustments and walked if i had to. i double fisted water & gatorade at every water station, grabbed half a banana, and at miles 5 and 10 i hate half a granola bar when my stomach rumbled. this made all the difference in how i felt internally during the race and post-race.

5. i’m a crybaby. i cried at mile 9, 10, 11 and 12. quitting did not enter my mind but i certainly did question if i could finish. i wondered what made me even want to tackle this challenge, i was happy with doing 5Ks last year. but i showed up. it had to be done. so it was done.

6. i am thankful. that two days after the only effects i feel are the tightness in both limbs and a slight twinge in my lower back. i will take this week off, because i can. then i will put my running shoes back on and sign up for a much shorter race for the coming spring season.

official time – 2:52:44

grim determination = half marathon completed!

have courage

in my real life, the one that is slightly more realer than this here space, i’ve been busy. too busy to blog. not training for the half marathon this weekend, but i’ll still show up & walk it if i have to. thinking about a whole new blog design & server for my other space. in talks for a possible new project with friends who seriously believe the shit out of me and i am so scared that i will let them down. all is well in the romance department, so well that there is talk of official co-habitation (!!). mortgage refinance, which is freaking me the hell out. and an invitation to enter a cooking contest. i’m not so much worried about the prizes or the cooking demo thing… i’m thinking about what i will wear.

what is wrong with me?

have courage

one year of running

exactly one year ago today, i started Couch to 5K.

i’m still not very fast, i’m a solid 12 minute mile girl, but i show up. i get it done. i don’t particularly love running but it certainly has improved my life. $5wordGuy*, from now on, dw, doesn’t train like i do. he might run a few times before a race and despite this, he rocks. i finally learned why last night.

starting young

he’s been running since he was 4! how adorable is he? i mean, really, i don’t stand a chance in races. not that it matters, he always runs back to wherever i am to cheer me on. he is my biggest fan.