Frustrations

Some things are better left said in person, but whenever I have someone to talk to I find that I don't want to say anything.

I feel inclined to both like and have little faith in people.

I wish I were more grounded in reality and instead of not really being there. I tend to lose myself without realizing it to the point that when I come to I'm doing something stupid.

There are moments where I loathe being an introvert, even though according to stupid Myers Briggs I'm 100% introverted. I actually like being around people a lot, even when I come across as distant... which doesn't help much.

Nintendo of America needs to freaking localize Xenoblade already.

Sleep, why do you hate me so?

insert middle-of-the-night frustration here

make it stop -_-

"A bear there was, a bear, A BEAR!
All black and brown and covered with hair!"

The above two lines have been stuck in my head for the past few days since I've been reading A Storm of Swords. That, and "fun fun fun." aaaagh.

(from 5 Years Time by Noah and the Whale, not that other stupid song you're probably thinking of with 4 fun's in a row.)

Home Fried Rice

Just made fried rice that actually kinda tastes like what my family makes at home! I feel too tempted to eat the entire batch of it right now.

Recipe note for future reference:

- green onions, cooked in oil with some garlic cloves
- an onion, chopped
- batch of day old rice
- corned beef
- a couple of eggs, scrambled
- ketjap medja (indonesian soy sauce)

The only thing that was really missing from what I used to make in college was corned beef; it makes a big difference in taste. I actually used to have some in the apartment sophomore year, but then someone discovered it in the fridge (since the can had been opened) and thought it was disgusting, so I never bought corned beef again... and hence never managed to make fried rice that I really liked till now. Kinda stupid on my part, cause I love corned beef.

oh oh, I can also make corned beef-green onion-ketjap medja omelettes now! I am happy.

epilogue

So my leg was still a bit sore from earlier, but I wound up playing tennis with Wes anyway (for the first time in a couple of years. I really missed tennis.)... and then later somehow got coerced by Justin into biking from his place in Oakland to a local bookstore a couple of miles away, even though I really haven't biked in years. This kind of stuff only happens when Justin is around.

So yeah, he pretty much spent half of the trip worrying if I'd get into an accident with the passerby cars. I almost didn't make it a block from his house- or rather, almost didn't make it onto the bike- partly cause my shins were still killing me from tennis, so every time I wobbled a bit and tried to balance myself, the pain just shot through my knees and I fumbled off the bike. After that nerve-racking experience though, once I finally regained control and grew accustomed to riding, it was pretty nice.

On another note, free sailing in Berkeley tomorrow!