one whole year.

since you gave me a shot of jager and said it'd cure my cold.

since you called and asked if i was feeling better.

since you brought me ice cream, nyquil, and orange juice.

since we had dinner for the first time at boka.

since we went to noraebang together in st. marks.

since we dressed exactly the same on our "second date."

since we had dinner for the second time at saigon grill.

since i heard you speak chinese fluently.

since i thought you had the shiniest forehead i've ever seen.

...and the biggest (but nicest) nose i've ever seen on a korean.

since you gave me chocolate from Le Maison Du Chocolat for "white day."

since we met on the windiest and rainiest day ever to watch "Shutter Island."

since you fed me skittles.

since you first held my hand.

since you first kissed me.

since you made pear & honey tea for my throat.

since i first made you pasta.

since you visited me at work 'cus you missed me.

since the day i took off work (my first ever) to go to king sauna with you.

since you officially asked me out via hand-written letter.

since we first had a sahmgyupsahl feast.

since you left me sweet messages on my phone that made my heart go wild.

since we had our DTR at boka and you spilled your heart out to me.

since you told me you loved me and i said "already?"

and though it took some time, since i told you i loved you back.

happy "one year since..." to you and here's to many, many more to come.

action.

"One dreamed of becoming somebody.
Another remained awake and became."



shout-out to terrence.

pair me.

ham & swiss
butter & garlic
smoked salmon & creamcheese
dark chocolate & raspberries
cheddar & potatoes
honey & dduk
oil & redwine vinegar
olives & vodka
scotch & gingerale
seltzer & lime
hotsauce & ...everything.

this list can go on forever but these are some of my favorite flavor-pairings. a total flavor explosion in my mouth, every time for sure.

gogooma.

chizzzeck it out:

This is the purple gogooma the manfriend goo-wuh'd (I don't know what goo-wuh is exactly, in English... bake? cook? grill? nothing sounds right!) for me to eat in the morning. He gives me gogoomas from time to time to eat as breakfast or as a snack and they are ALWAYS goo-wuh'd to absolutely perfection. The skin peels riiight off and the outside is almost chewy and the inside is oh-so-soft and the whole treat is delectably sweet! Like him! Hehe :)

Best gogooma goo-wuh-er EVER.

Thank you, pumpkin.

(as a side-note: the purple ones are soooooo much better than the regular ones*-*)

moleskin v. smythson

battle it out,
you leatherbound beauties.

Scribbling my thoughts in a notepad has been a constant source of remembrance and reflection for me, ever since I can remember. Wilder months brimming with fun events and fond memories (usually during a transition phase of some sort) always took up more space than the more timid times of repetitive everyday life, but oddly enough, the notes I made during these "normal" days always contained more profound observations. Starting with neon unicorn Lisa Frank notepads in elementary school, to the Mead Composition ones in middle school, then the Five-Star college-ruled notebooks in high school, then perusing the shelves of fancier more sophisticated notebooks in Barnes & Noble and choosing the most "adult," yet, aesthetically pleasing one I can find in college, to ultimately deciding on the Moleskin as the best notebook to fit my purposes, I am now at another crossroads where I can either choose to betray my beloved Moleskin brand or remain faithful to its simple leatherbound pages.

Smythson has caught my eye and my Moleskin is fighting a losing battle. I went through the pages of my small Moleskin recently and came upon a few thoughts I'd like to elaborate on by means of this blog. I miss creative writing. I miss taking a seemingly nondescript singular line of no particular fascination and transforming it into a literary mess of words that capture a tangible emotion or demand a reaction or, at the very least, spark the reader's interest.

This blog as a temporary museum to showcase some excerpts (refurbished and polished, of course) from my dear Moleskin... perhaps that'll be my farewell.

Cheers,

Cheryl

blog-o-sphere.

watch your step as you enter
and enjoy your stay.

More and more friends are joining in on the blogspot experience and this is very very exciting. I have to be honest and say that I'm not as excited to read their entries as I am that they will now be more prone to reading MY entries. PWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA sorry, guys. Half-kidding; I'm excited that I now have more websites to visit when I'm bored at work and in need of some entertainment!

As a vow to re-commit (again) to my blog, I will finish all my incomplete entries. Warm-hearted taxi cab drivers, sad tree stumps, tight shoes on the runway, silly children and their sillier memories..... these are some of the tidbits from my entries to come.

Curious, yet? I hope so... :(

And speaking of silly childhood memories, here's a joke my mother told me, my lil' bro and my cousin when we were in elementary school.

"A guy gets into the elevator at his office with the smoking hot receptionist and says to her, 'Hey, rough week, eh? TGIF.' She looks at him, unamused, and responds with, 'No, S.H.I.T.' He turns bright red and immediately feels embarrassed but tries to play it off by saying, 'Rough day too, I guess? TGIF though!' She stares and him and says again, 'NO. SHIT.' He looks away and is just about ready to pee his pants when she taps him and says, 'Sorry Honey, It's Thursday.'"

Yes, this is the joke my mother told me (whilst cracking up) during my childhood. You can imagine what the rest of my childhood was like, right? Hahaha :D

Happy Thursday, everyone; we're that much closer to Monday--;; hehehe...

Cheers,

Cheryl

maria.

I feel stunning~
and entrancing~~
feel like running and dancing for joy~~~
for I'm loved,
by a pretty wonderful boy~!

I've studied West Side Story in my Musical Theater class in college and have watched clips here and there of different variations and productions of the musical, but never have I ever actually seen the show in its entirety in person in one sitting.

The above "I Feel Pretty" sung by Maria is definitely one of my favorite songs ever, though.

think hard.

it's like my mind's a gym
and my thoughts are training for an eternal marathon.

No one really knows what anyone is actually thinking. Isn't that one of the scariest things ever? I can be the nicest person to you, smile and laugh at all your jokes, giggle and squeal at your compliments, hug and kiss you with every hint of affection, but inside, the entire time, I can be thinking, "I hate you."

It's like that movie, What Women Want? I think I totally butchered the title, but I believe it was with Mel Gibson and he was able to read women's thoughts. This supernatural ability allowed him to woo and win over any woman he wanted because he knew, exactly, what she was thinking at every moment. Fascinating but completely scary. I don't think he ends up with that ability for good, nor does he want it. We've all had instances where we either adore a person but act like we abhor them, or on the flipside, we could absolutely detest a person but act like we are utterly entranced by them. I know I'm guilty of it almost every day. Aren't you?

Sometimes you have the power to act the way you really feel. Rarely are you lucky enough to have the power and the right circumstances. The combination of both is somewhat exhilirating because essentially, you'd be doing and saying whatever the hell you wanted, whenever the hell you wanted, but it's also dangerous because restrain should almost always be exercised to maintain a certain level of harmony in any social setting. As my blog title reads, my mouth can be a huge liability and believe me, there's no insurance to cover hurt feelings or misunderstanding or friendships lost or opportunities gone. If this restraint isn't executed, you'd be one helluva selfish (albeit lonely) person, I think.

Out of all the inane, complex, and overall useless thoughts I have running through my head, I must have this train of thought the most. Why can't I just do and say whatever I wanted? For how long does this restraint hold me prisoner to the judgment of others? Can anyone ever truly be uninhibited? I've formulated a number of answers to these questions (mostly to satisfy my temporary needs or most current situation) but God's telling me the ultimate answer is love. If I was a lover, I wouldn't have to pretend to be a certain way... my actions and words will always naturally resonate love, right?

I speak my mind and usually my mind has a lot to say. I can make a long-winded conversation out of just about anything until I am absolutely certain my opinions are, at the very least, acknowledged. Tonight, I spoke my mind again, but I'm not sure if I acted out of love. Tonight, I displayed some restraint, but still don't think I acted out of love.

Maybe it's time I stop thinking about the answers and think about how to accept that answer I've known to exist all along. Or maybe, I should just stop thinking so hard in general.

Cheers,

Cheryl

vamp.

re-vamp? vamp?

Not sure what "re-vamp" actually means or where it originates from, but I did dunnit (revamp, that is)!

Spring is a-coming (or so I hope) and I decided my blog was much too dark and drab for the warm beauty of Spring!!!

Blogspot really outdid itself with all the fencyyy fonts. I tried to refrain from using a different font-type for every link, title, and text but..... it was difficult, okay?!

Coming to my blog is like a new experience now, even for myself. Many friends have started to blog and fill their online journals with colorful words and pictures so I should re-dedicate myself to mine.

Cheers,

Cheryl

PS: Hear it's gonna snow again in a few weeks...... pwnd.

hate.

i absolutely hate that i now have a scar emblazoned through my right eyebrow.

really really really hate it.

how upsetting...

short-term goals.

i WILL get my driver's permit this month.

quick thought #28.

all these businesses that share the same idea and concept...
i wonder if they're just ripping off each other and trying to one-up the other...
or i wonder if, at one point, each owner had the same "original" idea...
and they all just executed it at different times...
resulting in mass coincidence and competition.

can't let this happen.

not survival of the fittest- rather, survival of the first.

meant to be.

some things aren't,
but you make them.

First snowboarding trip of 2011 and I'm pumped. Wake up in the morning feeling like Shawn White and get my gear on. Pick-up my mom's car in Jersey and load myself with some Dunkin' and off we go.

Find some random local mountain and decide to give it a chance. The manfriend pays for our lift tickets and I saunter off to rentals. Lean over to put on my boots and as I lace 'em up as tight as they would go... WHACK!

Diagonally in the face, hit by some negligent kid's snowboard. Hold my hands to my face thinking the pain would subside so that I can get on my way up the mountain, until I feel something warm in my hands. Pull them away and all I see is deep deep scarlet blood.

Where the hell is my boyfriend. Stand up, blood streaming down my face, down my hands, into my sleeves and I see him walk in. Runs over, shocked, and presses napkins to my face. Walks me over somewhere and the rest is a blur.

Wake up a couple of hours later to 7 stitches through my eyebrow. Didn't even get both boots on...

Second big accident while gone snowboarding but not ACTUALLY snowboarding. Some things aren't meant to be, but you make 'em.

Hitting (hoping to) the slopes again this weekend. Wish me luck.

Cheers,

Cheryl