An Obvious Realization in Dining Out

Quality of food (COULDN'T ALWAYS NECESSARILY MEAN, BUT IS PROBABLY) = More money. Time spent making food. Knowledge of chef? Etc. etc.

Which is why I should make it more of a "thing" to just be a lot more excited and overall grateful about my future meals. Nom nom nom.

Young and Hungry.

(At an attempt to save this sinking ship, Kristine will post more article-y type dealies on this blog instead of writing crap. That's what her Tumblr's for, right?)

As the summer approaches -- or is finally here, but I can't tell thanks to the lack of actual sun as of late -- I've decided to try out a few different approaches to Living in the District(TM).
Since this is the first summer I've stayed in DC during my college career, I want to make the most out of it. I've dubbed summer 2009 my staycation, dedicating the next 3.5/4 months to acting touristy and enjoy DC more than I usually would during the school year, as well as do a bunch of crap to get me to stop being lazy (like this! I'm really blogging, y'all! Weee!).

Fun times include:

• Going to Farmer's Markets!
• Cooking actual meals instead of microwaving chicken bakes from Costco (even though they're super delicious)!
• Visiting every Smithsonian museum, which can prove to be the worst idea ever because of the hordes of youths and mid-west folks surrounding the mall in Washington, DC sweaters and caps. Why the hell are you guys even buying sweaters, it's humid as fuck.
• Hanging out by the fountain by the sculpture garden on super super hot days!

As of now, the list's kind of jumbled and incomplete...it seems like all I want to do is really cook and take constant trips to the National Mall. I GOTTA FIND A JOB FIRST. MY HUGE PRIORITY.
Gots to get paid, son. I have a feeling that this summer will be amazing and full of lazy. I JUST CONTRADICTED MY EARLIER STATEMENT. YAY.

Sun Drunk

There's a lot of things I'd love to do in the sun, especially when it's as nice a day as this outside:

- Lay out in the sun
- Have a picnic in the sun
- Dance in the sun
- Laugh in the sun

All because it's a gorgeous, gorgeous day.
Finally, spring. I've been waiting for you.

YOU ARE NOT WORTH THIS.

also

escalefter.tumblr.com

I know I suck. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M ABANDONING THIS SHIP.

FUCK SLEEP

Interests include being nocturnal, not doing homework, and not doing laundry for weeks on end.

What a life I lead...!

the price is wrong.

wantttttttt

Being Filipino. (#2 in a series of Dealing with Kristine's Neurotic Tendencies)

So I just finished Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations episode on the Philippines, and it got me thinking.

Not necessarily about what kinds of foods I missed (and the ones I'm glad I missed, ahem, goat head stew) on my trip, but about how the fan he brought along with him had a major problem with cultural identity and struggling to find a side to belong to. And it hit me like a ton of bricks: I mean, who the fuck am I? Where the hell am I supposed to side?

Filipino? Not really. I am nowhere near submerged into my culture as I'd need to be -- I eat rice with my hands. I like fish and patis. I like sabao (soup) to go with my meals. I wear dusters around the house and used a tabo plenty a time (please don't ask). But it doesn't seem like it's enough.
But am I really American? Not ENTIRELY, if we're going by standards because I associate with my Filipino side just about as much as I do with being a Californian / D.C.-ite / regular college kid.

I don't know. Thinking about how I can define myself culturally is one of the biggest mysteries about being Filipino-American (American-Filipino). I'm not an average Pinay. I'm not an average American. I guess I'm just....Kristine.

(Good link.)

Embarrasment. (#1 in a series of Dealing with Kristine's Neurotic Tendencies)

I'm deathly afraid of being embarrassed.

I think about all the times its happened -- and I'm not talking about the stupid moments, like that one time I was "freaking" at a High School dance with a boy that I didn't really want to dance with (ugh) and I could swear I felt something that I didn't want to feel, or the time I had copious amounts of food stuck in my braces in front of the boy I liked or even tripping -- but the moments where you just don't want to be let down kind of embarrassed, and I cringe at how easy it is to cringe.. And you secretly turn red and curse under your breath, hoping that this sting of uncontrollable pain could just end, for crying out loud.

The thing I don't get about my insecurities now is that they're a long departure from how I felt in High School.
I'm still as awkward as ever, though.

what the fuck is this