Status

Since I don't have anything substantial to write...

- Current mood: Anticipation
- Physical dysfunction: Red left eye. Hope it's not a pink eye. If it is, I definitely blame David.
- Cravings: Dean & Deluca's large iced coffee with skim and two splenda
- Looking forward to: Foodies dinner tonight at HopKee!
- Yesterday: Dinner with David at Frederick's on Madison to use up the $25 gift certificate deal I scored with restaurant.com that I bought for $2. Went to his basketball game for his league and David hit a career high.
- Recent excitement: Riding in a convertible for the first time yesterday. I felt like a celebrity and because I did, I also felt like a loser. 24 years of living and yesterday was my first? It's comparable to a 40 year-old virgin (not that that's a bad thing.....)
- Recent accomplishments: Cooking dinner for David and Charlie because otherwise we'd have to eat ramyun every night. I'm actually not that bad! Thanks to being a foodie, I can cook by taste. Yay.
- Recent failures: My house is disgusting and I have no desire to clean it. I'm contemplating on hiring someone but I think my parents will never come back if I do just to punish my inabilities to clean up after my own self and stupid brother. Hmph.

And today is already Thursday and pay-day! Cha-ching... except they're all in pennies. Sigh. Necesito dinero mas porque tengo que vivir.

Union Square Little Keyboardist

Is back again
Except I'm waiting for the subway downstairs and I am secretly glad that the subway has just arrived so it gives me an excuse to not be courageous and not have to ask the following:

1. Where are your parents?
2. Why do you play here? Do you make a lot of money?
3. How old are you?
4. Do you have any siblings? If so, what do they do?
5. Do you enjoy playing?

Isn't is interesting how the same music can have such different meanings depending on the situation? Up until I met USLK, I enjoyed the sound of Fur Elise but from now and probably forever on, it will always remind me of USLK.

Breakfast

If you haven't already known, I am a foodie. I love the idea, the consumption, the variety, and of course the taste of food. Every morning when I get on the bus, I contemplate for good 45 minutes on what I should order for breakfast. It can get quite stressful when I am not inspired by much and I have to unfortunately..... eat to live. Drag. These are some of my ongoing breakfast menus:

- egg white, bacon, and tomato on whole wheat toast dry (University Deli - 13th & University Pl.)
- egg white omelette with spinach, tomato, and feta cheese with whole wheat toast dry on the side (University Deli - 13th & University Pl.)
- two eggs overeasy with home fries and whole wheat toast dry on the side (University Deli - 13th & University Pl. and it costs $2.50 AND they deliver!)
- everything bagel with vegetable cream cheese (Giant Bagel Shop - 13th & University Pl.)
- cheddar jalapeno bagel with sundried tomato cream cheese (Au Bon Pain - Port Authority)

Though I stopped (or trying very hard) buying coffee after my office finally purchased a coffee machine, these are my favorite iced coffee options all en route to work!

- Dean & Deluca large iced coffee with skim and 2 splendas ($2.95)
- Dunkin Donuts hazelnut or toasted almond medium iced coffee with skim and 2 splendas ($2.45)
- Toasties large iced coffee with skim and 2 splendas (<$3)

- Starbucks doppio over ice on grande cup. Add soy and 2 splendas ($2.12)

- Au Bon Pain medium french vanilla iced coffee with skim and 2 splendas (<$3)

I guess this could've been a foodie blog... Maybe I'll post it there as well. And for today, I am lame and I had cereal at home. But Special K fruit & yogurt cereal is actually quite fantastic!

Waiting

I hate it.
I like immediate responses and solutions.
It's sadly funny how I need to convincingly and repeatedly tell myself that patience is virtue. Well, is it?

Current mood: Extremy impatient
Object/people of envy: Long travels / Han & Edison
Desire: Daily fulfillment
Blessings: Everything and I know I'm being dramatically whiny because ultimately, I have it good
Current pet-peeve: Artificial air blowing into my face, especially in NY subway station. Gross.
Lust: This random Asian chick that just passed by me wearing silk bright lavender pants and creme blouse. Surprisingly tasteful.
Anticipating: This weekend! And it's only Tuesday. FML.

Commuter's Journal

I call this a commuter's journal because ... self-explanatory. It is perhaps the only time during the day I can have my own, private time without any interruption of having to answer to people and other life distractions. Well, that is, when I don't see my fellow commuters on the bus who, these days, are Justin, Tim, and occasionally Peter, Jimin, and Jay Jung.

I don't expect myself to remain consistent to this nor have an occurring theme for each post blogged to this site. It is simply an outlet for me to ramble about anything and everything, which I guess is essentially what a blog is.

Current frustration?
The influx of people who now take the 166 bus on Broad Ave. Residence of Palisades Park should have priority on getting on the bus because it's a bit ridiculous that my dad has to drop me off every morning in Leonia and for times like today, when my dad is away in Korea, I have to let at least two buses pass by just so I can get a seat. I feel like the antithesis of Rosa Park. Hah.

Current bliss?
Having a younger brother who constantly, though forcefully, updates my ipod with the latest and lends me his state of the art technology headphones that truly allows me to feel that I'm in my own little world.

Back to trying to finish The Time Traveler's Wife before the movie comes out.

Slumdog Millionare in NY?

While trudging myself home after a bad and lazy case of the Mondays, I hear Fur Elise being played in the Union Square station. It was a familiar sound, not because it was the first official piece I learned to play when I first began learning how to play the piano, but I had heard it before at this same location not so long ago. I look for the keyboardist and I see a boy who could not have been older than six years old sitting on a stool playing so apathetically and emotionlessly. It was the same little boy who played the last time but I didn't have a chance to see him up close since he was playing across the subway platform last time.

Why is it that when the Oscar-winning film, Slumdog Millionaire, was released, people suddenly felt such compassion for children's suffering when today, it is happening right before our eyes? Given the circumstantial difference between the scenarios, (and I couldn't help but to check the Union Square little keyboardist's eyes to check to see that, God forbid, he is blind; he wasn't) I'd like to assume that the Union Square little keyboardist is hopefully in a far better situation than the children depicted in the film. However, the truth or the matter is, they are still children and there is no doubt in my mind that the Union Square little keyboardist is playing to showcase his talents. Where is his parent(s)? And most importantly, where is the justice?

What affected me the most is that I, with all the other commuters and students, turned a blind eye with justifications for my behavior such as what can I possibly do? What kind of a change can I possibly make? Can I even make a difference?

What are we waiting for?