Archive for February, 2007

Fresh Squeezed Delight

So for Chinese New Year, I had recieved tons of oranges from various relatives when I visited with them. I figured that we wouldn’t be able to eat all of them up so I decided to make some OJ out of it. I don’t remember when the last time I had enjoyed a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice that was completely natural and unsweetened.

But let me just say that it’s all about the fresh squeezed orange juice. A friend came over the other day for brunch and we just took about 20 oranges and started squeezing. Of course, we didn’t have a juicer, so we just used a spoon to help facilitate the squeezing efforts. It works pretty well as long as you’re doing it correctly. This same method works for squeezing juice out of a lemon (a method I picked up courtesy of my friend Waffle).

We poured what little juice we got from our labor and after the first sip, we both couldn’t believe how tasty it was. We didn’t have to add sugar or anything. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that the oranges themselves were quite sweet on their own.

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Commuting Sucks: Caltrain Tales

Just when I thought that I could ride public transportation in peace… I was wrong. Yesterday, I heard the familiar *click clack* sounds of what could only be the noise that came from a nail clipper.

I looked around and I think it was an elderly Asian lady 2 rows ahead of me. *sigh* The only time I’ve ever seen anyone clip their nails on a public train was from old Asian people. Why can’t they take care of that stuff at home??? I know that the train ride is long, but sheesh, take a nap or something.

I also saw yesterday that the guy in front of my was napping in the fetal position along the two seats. Very strange day.
Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Yay Bill Pay

So I finally got around to setting up an auto payment for my mobile phone. I don’t really know why I’ve been writing checks all these years when autopay is so easy. I decided that rather than have them deduct off of my checking account, that I’d have it pay to my credit card. I figure, why not pick up the % rebate right?

Cool… I suppose I should set up bill pay for my credit cards too. Yeah.. get out of the stone age right?

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Cold Climbing

I went climbing for the first tme in a few weeks. Pretty fun but a bit on the low energy side for me. I climbed 4 routes: 5.8, 10b, 10a/b, 10c. Afterwards, I tried a bit of bouldering and completed a V1, and nearly completed a V2. Not to shabby.

Lately the climbing gym has been cccold. They also open one of their cargo doors and that certainly doesn’t help. Eeek! I’m looking forward to some warm weather.
Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Stats Topic: Pores

So I decided to check out my blog stats once again and write about a random search topic that someone used to hit my site: fat nose pores. When I typed it into Google, my link appears on the first page towards the bottom. Fun. Yay me. Um… what to say?

I suppose having big pores isn’t a good thing, judging by all of those beauty-skincare commercials that I see about the “pore refining cleansers.” Although I don’t really know the significance of big or small pores, from what I read here, having big pores can lead to having blackheads, which are kinda like tiny dried bits of face oil. The bigger the pore, blacker the color becomes due to some oxidation. If the pores are smaller, then it just remains a white color (whiteheads).

Sound gross? Yeah, it kinda does. If you’ve ever doen the Biore strips, the stuff that you pulled out of your nose are whiteheads and blackheads. That stuff is plugging up your pores because somehow, the oils that are meant to keep your face moisturized somehow got stuck and dried up. It’s kinda like when you have a bottle of lotion where some of it got stuck near the opening and has dried up. Fun eh? Well, I suppose that’s some propaganda for you to wash your face daily and exfoliate weekly.

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Happy Lunar New Year!

Gung hay fat choy! (cantonese); Gung xi fa cai! (mandarin). Another year. I’m wondering how much it means to us 2nd gens. I know that at my parents’ house, my mom cleans everything for the weeks beforehand. My parents would cook up a storm the week beforehand.

They shop in Chinatown and brave the crowds to buy all of the food, oranges, candies, red envelopes, cherry blossom branches, and whatever else I’m missing. For me, I don’t really feel the CNY spirit thing except for the family gatherings noted on my palm pilot. Does this mean I’m losing my culture?
There’s nothing that really spells “happy new year” in my house. I wonder what will happen with the next generation? Will it just be one of those things you read about in the newspaper?
Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Valentine’s Day Commuting

So I usually take the same train home every day and noticed that yesterday, the train seemed a bit less crowded. Also, in the parking garage, while driving down the levels, there were more cars missing than usual. I wonder if many people left work a bit earlier so that they could have a night out on the town.

Of course, when I drove back to my house, there was as much traffic on the highway as usual. I dare say that the drivers were slower and suckier than normal. I can’t wait till summer comes, because that means more people on vacation and less people on the roads.
Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Chinese New Year Red Envelopes

So now that I’ve crossed over to the other side, I’ve been informed by my parents that I must now give out red envelopes to unmarried folks and the like. The prospect of handing out red envelopes to relatives that are older (like my bros and some cousins), just seems odd. I mean, there should be some sort of rule like how you only give it to people that are younger? Why don’t they? Well, I suppose back in the day, children often got married in order, so this was a non-issue.

Anyways, so I went hunting for some red envelopes at 99 Ranch yesterday and another small store and all I found were tacky-looking and somewhat ugly red envelopes. Yikes. Thinking back, I have probably collected hundreds of these things over all the years and threw them away. Eek, that’s a lot of paper. So the thought occured to me why doesn’t someone make them recycleable and nice looking?

Of course, the “nice looking” part is all in the eye of the beholder. I suppose if immigrant parents are going to make their 2nd generation Chinese children hand these out, one of those 2nd Gen folk should design some better looking and more enviornmentally concious envelopes. Hey, maybe I’ll do that. Hah. We’ll see, since I know nothing about recycling except for when I throw my papers into the recycling bin.

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Speeders Beware

So there’s a recent article that came out talking about how the San Jose police are starting to crack down on speeders. They have already set a record with the number of tickets given out in the month of January, compared to last year.

The thing I noticed is that all of the speeds and names of people that they quoted showed nothing below 80mph. So does that mean you’re “safe” or they “won’t bother” with people who drive, say 75mph?

I noticed when driving in my car next to J’s car, that our speeds where different, and yet, we were clearly driving at the same speed. I think it was off by 5mph. So for Honda Accord drivers out there, when you think you’re at 80mph, you’re really going 75mph. I wonder if Honda did this on purpose to make it safer on the roads by tricking people into thinking they’re driving faster than they really are, or if J’s car is just messed up.

Be aware of those flash blue and red lights out there on your commute home.

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Plug: The Princess Project

So my friend recently forwarded a link to me about The Princess Project an organization which gathers up fancy dresses to give away to high school girls who may not have the resources to buy one for their prom.

I remember coming across this a year or two ago and meant to raid my closet, but never got around to it. Anyways, the organization holds a sort of “free for all” once a year where the girls can go and pick out a dress along with some accessories. That’s a pretty nice idea although they open it to any high school girl. They apparently don’t do any screening, which keeps it simple, but could also welcome cheap people who do have money to come and take a dress from a girl who actually can’t afford one.

Well, I just wanted to give this place a plug to anyone living in the San Francisco Bay Area who wants to donate a fancy dress that will certainly make some teenage girl’s day.

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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