Gluttony with Kimmi

When we were 9 or 10, Kimmi and I had this huge baking and arts and crafts phase. She would come over my house in the wee hours of the morning as our parents went to work, or I would cry and force my parents to let me sleepover her house. 

Kimmi didn't actually like me at first. Thank god her mom (my ninang/godmother) forced her to be my friend despite my huge glasses and abnormally large body and head size.

After 20 years, we are still best friends and she still questions my abnormally large head and body size. 

We are also just about as mature as we once used to be. 

Well anyway, Kimmi and I decided to have a baking/eating/watching tv day. We're both still at home because we start school a little later than most and don't really have a desire to be on campus. 

I had to do a little bit of back to school shopping so we bought a bunch of stuff no one really needs from Target (this is including some of the stuff I bought from Target on Sunday).

Then we picked up food from Chilis: Cajun Chicken Pasta and Texas Cheese Fries. Did you know that Texas Cheese Fries are 2000 calories? TWO THOUSAND. Well we sure did, and we got them anyway. 

You just can't put a calorie limit on bliss!

... and this is why my drawstring pajama pants from August don't fit =/

After we ate and watched a couple hours of NCIS, we decided to start making this pumpkin creme pie. We got this recipe from The Pioneer Woman which you can find here. That lady is just so freaking awesome.

Kimmi, releasing her pent up frustrations on these poor graham crackers (and loving it.)

Finished product, mmmmm.

Nom nom nom.

We were pleasantly surprised with the result. The graham cracker crust is really sweet because of the powdered sugar but is balanced out well by the creme filling with all the great spices. It was decadent, but still felt very light. Though it's not making us any lighter.

Then we ended the day by eating our pie while watching American Idol and Jersey Shore. Gluttony and mindless TV, cheers! Sidenote: J.Lo looks GREAT. 

Babies R Awesome (when they're someone elses)

Babies have it MADE. All they do is eat, lie down, look around and poop and they get attention for all of it. I used to think dogs had it made, but they still have to go outside to poop. Babies just poop ON THEMSELVES and its perfectly normal. It doesn't matter where you are - Mt. Kilimanjaro or the living room floor. Babies just find ways to amuse themselves, whether it be by playing with a shiny spoon for hours or sticking their fingers up their mother's nose and making her bleed (which happened to Erin last night).

After that incident, we decided that Anjali is more dangerous than she appears. We were initially just afraid of getting thrown up on, but now violence is involved.

I personally think that it's Erin's fault because obviously if you provoke an animal (as seen below), it's going to attack.

Part of becoming a parent seems to be accepting that you're always going to have some sort of mucus on your blouse. Meanwhile, your friends just use your baby for photo ops and while you're not looking, we shake them up a little bit to get them nice and nauseous for when we give them back to you.

Then as your baby throws up on you, we are free to do Indian dance poses.

chuck e. chAWESOME

Yesterday was chock full o' awesome. Erin somehow managed to gather a bunch of our high school friends (no easy feat, trust me) to go to lunch at noon at the Cheesecake Factory and we were actually all on time---ish. People referred to us as the "United Nations" in high school because our group is comprised of so many different ethnicities and cultures. 

In actuality, we were just all of the rejected nerdy kids and decided to band together against the tyranny of the popular kids.

Just kidding. 

Sort of. 

Here's Erin holding Anjali like a loving mother, and Alex holding her like a bomb.

THEN I WENT TO CHUCK E. CHEESEEEE. 

I've actually never been there before but I've always wanted to go because if you have good grades, you get free tokens. We actually printed out John's sister's report card and got 15 free tokens (WOOP WOOP). She wasn't even home when it happened, I suggested it to her dad and he hopped online and go it. SINCE WHEN can parents access report cards online?! Glad that wasn't around when I was in high school. LOL JK I always got good grades. 

Oh and the reason we went was not because of me, but because John is leaving tomorrow and their family does this bi-annual Chuck E. Cheese extravaganza with his little brother whenever he goes back to school.

This wasn't one of those situations where you ask your friends if they've ever seen that episode of "Yo Gabba Gabba" and they're like "Um, no. Why are you watching that?" and you're like "UHHHHHHHH CAUSE I WAS WITH MY FRIEND'S LITTLE BROTHER!" But really you were chillin at home by yourself, singing along to the songs. 

Anyway.. I just tagged along to play some games and own at some Mario Kart. 

and ride some horsies.

John thought it would be funny to record my suffering. You basically hold these two metal bars that vibrate and I'm pretty sure they ELECTROCUTE YOU and if you hold on long enough you get a bleepton of tickets. 

It's basically like holding on to a Pikachu in a lightning storm.

And then I danced with Chuck E. Cheese

Gabe didn't approve of my robot.  

"Well, my favorite color is light tan. My favorite animal is poopies."

All of my friends know I go apeshit over puppies. 67% of my posts on tumblr are pictures of cute ass puppies, like these:

or these

or this one

or this one

I think you get the point. 

So today I decided that it was time to take the next step and stop creeping on these puppies online, and actually get to meet one. So I texted John at about 8:00am (I wake up very early for some reason and all of these bright ideas come flooding in at these hours when no one else is awake and I resort to staring at puppies for fulfillment) and BEGGED him to go hang out with some puppies today. Then I called him after a couple of seconds of no response to confirm, to which he said "mmmhlllughhghh." which was certainly an adequate answer for me. 

And then 6 hours later, WE PET SOME FREAKN PUPPPPPPAAAYYYSSS. 

Well more like one, but he LOVED us. He loved us so much, that he puked!! Then he started licking at his puke. 

I just wanted to take him home and eat him! 

WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT WE DID.

lols just kidding, we made an omelette. 

But disappointingly enough, John is very allergic to small dogs. Yeah.. i don't really get how you can be allergic to the size of a dog. He can wrestle with huskies, golden retrievers and german shepherds but when he steps foot into a room with a dog less than 2 feet long, his ass gets kicked before contact is even made. He starts breaking out in rashes and his eyes start watering, then MY eyes start watering because I really want a welsh corgi and now my hopes and dreams have been shattered. I mean HE doesn't care because he doesn't want a small dog anyway. He just sort of laughs every time he sneezes around small dogs because it's just a reminder to me that I can't get one. WHY MUST YOU GIVE ME THIS ULTIMATUM UNIVERSE?

So rather than end on a sad note, I will close with this video of a sleepy corgi. watch it or we can't be friends.

This actually just makes me sadder because I will not have a corgi to wake up. UGHHHHHHH

Ode to a Jetta.

You know how in Mario Kart there are those freaking crates that always get in your way when you're all in the zone ready to drift?

Yeah those bastards.

Well I hit one, but in real life, with an actual car, and it looked more like this. 

MY question is, who leaves a crate in the middle of the street? Okay it was actually on the side of the street and I was doing a very haphazard K-turn, but I blame my mother because she made me go to New Rochelle to pick up about 300 of these freaking mason jars and vases that my sister used in her wedding and the place was closing, I was lost, etc. etc. etc. 

I clearly don't work well under pressure.

So here we are, 7 months later, my lease is up and I have to return my car. We tell my sales manager about the little dent I have in my car and he says "oh it'll probably be no problem." then he sees it and says "this is going to be a problem."

So, $700, 2 autobody shops, a dozen trips from the Bronx to Westchester to Rockland and back again, and endless jokes from everyone at VW about me hitting boxes later, I'm ready to return my car. 

And I am sad.

I deserved this car! My dad promised me a car if I became Valedictorian, and unfortunately for him, I actually did it. YEAH. that's what you get for not letting me watch TV on the weekdays. 

Fare thee well 2008 Jetta. You were awesome. 

But on the bright side, HELLO 2011 JETTA!

And you know how I feel about naming things...

I SHALL CALL YOU DUMBLEDORE AND YOU SHALL BE MINE AND YOU SHALL BE MY DUMBLEDORE. 

Sledding!

I'm not a big fan of outdoor activities, which isn't to say I don't like being active! I was the captain of my varsity volleyball team, a flyer for my basketball cheerleading team and an inconvenience to my bowling team - but all of these activities are clearly very "indoors."

So when John asked me to go sledding, I suggested hot chocolate and movies instead, but then he was all "but even Gabriel (his 4 year old brother) is coming" and I was all "uhhhhhhhh i guess...?"

So this is me, still inside - my safe haven, my comfort zone. YouTube is up, a storm trooper is chillin' in the background. It's all good.

This is me out in the wild.

Yeah. Clearly out of my comfort zone. 

The day ended up being tons o' fun. I never managed to go down the hill on my own - funny because I've gone snowboarding before but the thought of sledding kind of terrified me. I think it's because on a snowboard I'm strapped in and there are a lot of paramedics close by (I'm just assuming that). But when you go sledding, there are only tons of little kids around you eagerly waiting for you to fall so that they can laugh at you and ruin your self-esteem in hopes that by doing so, you never come into their sledding territory again!

Or at least that's what ran through my mind when 7 year olds were sledding backwards, upside down and on their heads as I clung to John for dear life. I already know John is going to take this opportunity to make fun of me for being "clingy." I'm just waiting for the text. 

Gabe went down the hill more times than I did and frolicked in the snow. He is clearly an "outdoors" kind of guy.

So is John.

I'm pretty sure if I didn't start yelling at him he would've just hung out there.



Most of the photo credits on this post goes to John's sister, Mikaela, who has a sweet camera and is also an outdoors person.

Happy New Year?

2010 was definitely a riddiicculloouuss year. I mean, I rode a camel. I RODE A CAMEL. How many people in the world can say that they rode a camel!? Okay probably a significant amount, and obviously there are areas where camels are used to earn a livelihood and these people are like,

"Look at this silly asian girl freaking out over this smelly camel surrounded by flies! She just gave us 50 euro when we ride camels for free all day err' day then eat them for dinner! HA. HA. HA! This camel does not even get employee benefits!"

But anyway, so many great things happened this year.  My sister get married,  I visited the Philippines, and I studied in and traveled throughout Europe for 4 months - as well as a whole bunch of other things.

In 2011, I'm pretty sure my adventure time will be limited to "Kinect Adventures" and the closest thing to a camel I will be riding is an NYU trolley (#whitegirlproblems) because the next couple months will be devoted to competing with disturbingly smart asian kids for grades and trying to convince recruiters that despite my dismal GPA, I am just as smart as those people.

Oh joy.

But thank God I have my friends and family to support me and I'm really happy to be home with them to spend the holidays.

Happy New Year!