Archive for August, 2009

August 28

“We’ll show you just how far your money can go, and prove that the greatest limitation of your adventures is not your wallet, but your imagination.”

The bulk of you that know me, know that I travel as much as I can…whether I have the funds or not. This weekend, I’m setting aside a day to plan my BAR trip tentatively with my constant travel buddy Kat. It’s called our BAR trip because this next summer, I’ll be taking the BAR exam, and the minute I’m done with it, I’ll be flying across the globe as far east as I can, and then finding my way back to Paris from there. I’m approximating [is that a word?] about 2-3 months for this trip, and tons of loans, but it will be soooo worth it. I do NOT want to wait 4 months at home, waiting for the results of the BAR.

I have used the Let’s Go series religiously since I was 17 years old, researching for my backpacking trip throughout Europe. Since then, I have used Let’s Go Western Europe, Europe, Vietnam, Peru, and South America. The reason I love Let’s Go over all other travel guides is because they have the perfect balance for my kind of traveling: half tourist, half backpacker without being crazy bum nor breaking the bank. It gives you TONS of great tips on places are are off the beaten path, and I have found that my greatest memories are from these side suggestions.

I just picked up Let’s Go Southeast Asia…and I am soooooo excited to crack it open to begin my planning!

August 27

This poeme pushes the edge and makes me reflect on what I value and treasure…

The Invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

August 26

The last day in SF was spent in the city walking and shopping. We went to Haight-Ashbury to shop, and I picked up pieces that are to die for at Kisha’s Studio and Ambiance. Then we went to the Embarcadero while my friend went to an interview a few blocks down. When she met us up again, we browsed the Ferry Building to see what other knick knacks I can find. I didn’t buy anything, but I did take tons of pics and tried on whatever I could. They have a Blue Bottle Coffee in the Ferry Building now too.

The Hat Store

The Tea Store

The Wine Store

The Crafts Store

The Olive Oil Store

August 25

I check this blog [Le Love] every so often because it’s just a beautiful site. Sometimes I browse through it very quickly, and other times I pause to read the posts. Tonight, this one caught my attention, and it really got to me. The post is called [ i ] and it made me almost cry.

August 23

I use to live with all girls when I was in college, and we would make the most fantastic meals. Everyone pitches in, and has wine will we cook. I haven’t had one of those nights in a long time now that I’m moved back home, but in SF this week, everyone being on a budget, we had one of those nights at Mi Ryung’s fabulous pad. We brought home the Lail from Ma(i)sonry, and chilled it while we cooked and had appetizers.

Lillian and Mi Ryung turning the meatballs in the oven.

Me cutting basil to throw in EVERYTHING.

The appetizer menu: salami, everything crackers, frying cheese, apples, & brie!

The amazing caprese salad

The meatballs are made from scratch, and we had it with spinach and garlic angel hair pasta.

Good times with great friends: full of laughter.

Laughing our asses off

champagne grapes, anyone?

August 22

I heart San Francisco. Every time I go, I pick up something awesome. This time, I picked a few items that are to die for. This coat has a spectacular corset back and can be worn as a dress as well. It pairs well with colorful accessories but can be slick in all black.

Me and Lillian on the fountain in Embarcadero Plaza

August 22

This is the perfect place to go if you are on a budget in Napa!!! We got a recommendation from a friend to go here since we were in Yountville. The tastings AND the cheese plate is FREE! They are also yummy too! I didn’t buy anything since Ma(i)sonry set the bar high, but this place is great for tastings. The Table for Four was my favorite but it’s an $80 dollar bottle. Boooo. Still lots of fun though since music was playing behind our table and we jammed to classic rock while tasting.

August 22

I’ve blogged Ma(i)sonry before, and I loved it so much I had to come back this time again. The Blueprint Lail is still my favorite white, and my new guests attest to its yumminess! We bought a bottle to go with our home-cooked pasta meal that night, and it was perfect!

The ladder outside the mansion

Lillian picking our flights

We love this wall

We love this mirror
Waiting for my tasting to be brought out!

I don’t know what’s going on here, but it’s all fun