The first entry of each month

It’s the 6th anniversary of my blog (almost) and so a reflection of my blog of 2007. The first entry for the past year.

January:

One last memory of 2006

“So…which boyfriend are you?” a friend asked the guy standing next to me.

Embarrassed, my face was as pink as the rosé champagne I brought to the holiday party earlier in the month, sitting on the counter nearby.

February:

Returning to a place I once loved and hated

When I first arrived to Pittsburgh more than 2 years ago, I was naïve, bright-eyed and bushy tailed. I was leaving a place that offered little to me and embarking a journey to really seek what I wanted to do. And Pittsburgh was a city that was different to me—my first chance at real independence, connecting with people, and interestingly a self-discovery.

March:

It grows bigger!

I’ll probably never finish this burger. Like I never did for this.

April:

Candied Walnuts

I never have candied something today until today. Earlier in the week at a friend’s dinner party, I was intrigued by the candied walnuts his sister made.

May:

Caltrain < BART

When we have to sit closer and make conversation, it’s not for me.

June:

Free Panty Coupon

“I don’t know you now,” I said in embarrassment but with a slight tilt of amusement.

July:

In iPhone glory

Today. I touched 3 iphones and entered my phone number in.

August:

A personalized tea concoction

A few months ago, Chris and I stopped by Teavana (due to my demand) in Valley Fair.

September:

Lesson from TV

Felicity taught me to believe that time is never the test of friendship. It’s often the bond and loyalty that matters than the length.

October:

In Chicago…

I learned:
• Koreans really believed that blood type determines personality

November:

It’s faux reality!

It’s the return of the guilty indulgence. After all, it’s the day after Halloween.

December:

Parking in San Francisco Part II

In any urban city whenever you park outside (which is typical in San Francisco), there’s always a part of you that’s worrying whether your car is ok.

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