Merry Christmas

It annoys me when people put "xmas" I guess Christ can be substituted with a simple X huh?

I guess I can never really stick with a schedule. I always do things on my mood or impulse. So my project kinda died. Although I am still taking pictures. I made cheesecake today...which epically failed. But thats ok.

I'm really excited right now since tomorrow I will be going to reno with some family friends. WE used to have a tradition of going to lake tahoe every weekend. But recently they have been going without me. Because my parents simply dont want to go. So I'm basically going without them. haha

I got my watch back today from the shop. I really need to take care of my things. I cant risk breaking the glass on this watch. I just replaced it.

I look at you like my older brother. You are the brother that I never had. I know it sounds weird but I'm just glad that we are friends. Thank you.

Day 2 Poaching eggs

So today I was going to poach eggs. Poaching eggs are way harder than they seem. Its such a genius design. Its like a sunny-side-up egg and boiled egg combined in one. The firmness of the egg white and the liquid yolk make a "to-die-for" combination. I'm planning on making eggs Benedict later on this month. So I gotta practice my poaching egg skills. Man my roomates are gonna be so lucky next year. I can ask "how do you want your eggs?" I can scramble, sunny-side-up, boil, and now poach.

I have no idea how the pictures are gonna turn out. I wasn't so pleased with myself. Poaching eggs and making them look beautiful is really hard. How to food photographers do it? I swear there has to be some sort of magical tool that allows you to do it. I should check the container store or something.

Its weird. Now every time I look at a photo. I analyze how the photographer takes the photo, and I try and see why they did it in that perspective. I can finally understand why people can stare at pictures for hours in a museum. (Note to self, my first real girlfriend we are going to an art museum.)

On a brief note, I signed up for my drivers test! Its on the 24th and I'm taking it in gilroy. Hopefully no one will be driving on christmas eve. I really need to pass this...Or I dont....It doesnt really matter. I can just wait til I'm 18.

I still wonder who really reads my blog. Normally I tell my close friends whats going on in my life, but when I'm with them things never cross my mind, until I start typing them out. No hard feelings. Its not that I dont want to tell you, its because I simply forget.

Until then, day three here I come.

Day one of the project

I'm just count today as day one. Considering that I did start taking the crepe pictures around 1 am. So I think I'm save. I dont think I am going to post my pictures up, I do spam enough on my tumblr and facebook.

I woke up to a text this morning. I wanted to hang out. But my parents wanted me to eat. We made spring rolls. I was debating whether or not to take pictures. But I think i'll wait til dinner. I feel bad, for some reason.

I just can't take my self to sign up for my drivers license....I think i'll keep this as is. I'm just gonna focus on my food. Food blogging for the win.

New project

I wonder if anyone actually reads this....Hello? Anyone out there?

Breaks are usually never productive for me. Sleep, hangout, and eat. That's pretty much all I do over breaks. I decided that I'm gonna try something new. I'm gonna make food take a picture a day, and its gonna be like a project for me. It can improve my photography and I'll keep myself occupied. I love food so much, well gourmet food in fact. Something about presentation of food really gets to me. When I see food that looks really pretty it just makes me happy. Its just food. Why does food have to be so appealing if we are going to eat it anyways.

I took a picture not to long ago of a crepe. I posted the picture on my deviantart and my facebook.I can't wait to start taking picture everyday. This oddly reminds me of the movie Julie and Julia. Which by the way was a major disappointment.

Those who do not invent, are slaves to someone else

Caged bird

You think your free and you try and fly away,

Your leg is tangled but you dont even bother to look.

Head up high, you are your own master,

You spread your wings and fly,

Only to find yourself on the floor again.

I quickly typed up this poem after getting off the phone with TB, hopefully some of you will understand.

I finally understand my sister, and how important it is to be strong with your walk with God. People are weak, fragile, and are easy to give in. It is always important to have stable friends who will be there for you, who will stick together, and to look out for each other. We need each other. I need you.

Oddly enough I have matured. I know what I want and I know what is wrong and what is right. I am on my own and I have no excuse to do something wrong when I know that its wrong. Everyone (hopefully) has a realization in college of who we are, it all happens at different times. We need to open our minds bigger than we have ever done and look beyond emotions and ourselves. We must be great economists and take what people tell us, beware of what will happen to us in the future. We are given advice for a reason, because it is the best thing to do in that situation. Such as “Don’t have sex before marriage.” Just actually think about it, besides the common STD’s. How will this effect your future life? If someday you marry someone who is Mrs. or Mr. Right, only to find that they are bad in bed. How would you know they are bad unless you have actually had some experience. Once we have tried something we will always compare. We will compare pass relationships with our future spouses. This could go on for quite some time, but hopefully you get the idea. It does not foster a healthy relationship. We need to take action and think things through.

We all know that the people we hang out with will effect us and change our development as adults. What we hear, see, and do; will effect our future actions. We must stop and think and wonder, who should I be close to? Who will keep me stable?

If our friends have fallen, they have to pick themselves up. They knew what was right and wrong and they have made a choice. Hopefully they will please stop, think, and slap their head on the wall of reality.

Don’t be afraid to question or to talk to a friend. There is no such thing as taboo to a close friend.

You buy strawberries on sidewalk corners

Sometimes I will be driving (ok not literally me cause I dont have a license but you get the picture) and as I approach a intersection I notice a hispanic man or woman(usually man) at a sidewalk corner selling strawberries or cherries. Have you ever wondered…Where the hell do these strawberries come from?

Cause these strawberries are pretty legit. They are packaged nicely in a container and not shoved in some ghetto ziplock baggie. Do these men just take these strawberries from the farmer when they work for him? Like when picking strawberries they say “One for him…one for me…one for him…etc..” Or do they simply grow them in their back yards and somehow get hold of nice boxes that say “strawberry?”

I have never actually bought anything from these hard workers and I should since they are cheaper than the local safeway. But unlike safeway I have to wonder…is this actually safe? If I get some kind of food poisoning I cant really do anything cause the next day he might be gone. Unlike my local safeway, I can always sue them.Good thing I have close friends who are lawyers. haha

But seriously do all of these guys work together at the same place? I wonder if they have a map of the city and each of them claims a corner or a parking lot, and at the end of the day they come together and calculate which areas make the most profit. A whole private underground networking on strawberries.

I wonder where unsold strawberries go. Hell I know if I were selling strawberries I would do it costco style and have like a little booth with whip cream. Give samples as people pass by. I can say ” Sample sample 7 dollars for a pack.” Haha Maybe if I am lucky my profits will increase and I will have less leftover strawberries. Or my plan can backfire in which I eat most of the strawberries and no one buys anything, leaving me broke and fat.

Our world is full of mysteries. Maybe next time I see a man selling strawberries on a intersection corner I will ask him. “Where did you get the strawberries?” Hopefully he will answer truthfully.