To See Live:

Cirque du Soliel
Wicked
Transiberian Orchestra
Coldplay
Nickle Creek
Barcelona (again)

T time

tea seeps a subtly sophisticated ambiance while providing remedies of varying sorts. and yet, i have never enjoyed tea (except green teas) and, therefore, have never owned a tea set; that is, until this week.

i now own two tea sets. southern comfort has its appeal, obviously.

this past year, i have acquired a taste for tea and it's accompanying ambiance. "would you like a cup of tea" not only extends a gesture of hospitality but an opportunity for conversation and friendship. Lipton will do, but I hope to collect an array of appetizing, appealing, and unique teas.

along with my interest in wine, i hope to use my interest in tea as an extention of my interest in you, in being Together, in T time.

it's

really late. i'm tired but can't sleep. i don't drink much coffee but today, simulatenously sipped a tall caramel machiatto and soy, vanilla latte until both were finished. then did this intense workout with the couple i'm staying with. then met up with friends. then had a cup of tea. then came home. then had a great conversation with my friend. then watched a few clips of "so you think you can dance," then tried to sleep. then decided to share all of the above with you.

you know that feeling that comes over you the moment you realized that you've unintentionally hurt someone? that dreadful distaste. someone is hurting because of something you did...that's the feeling i experience when i consume coffee. today, i downed a double shot of dread. twelve hours later, the dread returns in a new form of distaste as i can't seem to find the final ingredient for this delicious recipe called sleep.

if only if i hadn't eagerly volunteered to take the drink that the barista shouldn't have messed up :)

ps. i love the south. southern comfort reminds me of the aloha spirit, bringing families and communities of people together - food, family, and fun top the priorities of both!

oh canada

still in canada for a few more days. learning lots....like my grandma files her nails on fridays, my grandpa has the HUGEST smile when interacting with his peers, papaya trees (like cherries) are male and female...oh wait, papayas don't grow on trees....there some other plant. there's a lot you learn while sitting on a train or bus for extensive periods of time.

while sticking my head out of the window of the vestibule on the train, i felt what i imagine to be a glimpse of the hope and anticipation of the pioneers back in the day. not knowing what's around the next ridge or through the next tunnel, we just kept riding on.

i've spent a lot of time with my grandparents. apparantly, my grandpa thinks i'm hilarious -- he laughs at all of my jokes! he's a keeper :) but seriously, i'm so glad i can spend this time with them. i'm especially interested to know what he's thinking as he stares out the window of the train for hours at a time...watching the world pass him by.

from the land of maple syrup and igloos ;)