tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41985744630896522342012-02-16T03:44:13.597-08:00It's been seven months since I moved to SF and all one word is still in my daily, almost hourly vocabulary: "COLD." As a sun-worshipping, summer-clothes-all-year-round loving girl from the "Tropics", it hasn't been easy adjusting to the weather (layering is fun but it adds POUNDS!) but loving this place has been making the thawing a lot easier. This is my attempt to chronicle my new life in this chilly freezer city I'm loving more and more each day!Vivnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198574463089652234.post-13409798771599657012008-06-16T11:24:00.000-07:002008-06-16T11:41:42.704-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ADt0NOO9S8w/SFay8o8HwcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rXpSZhN-sNI/s1600-h/03-18-08_0813.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ADt0NOO9S8w/SFay8o8HwcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rXpSZhN-sNI/s320/03-18-08_0813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212550373579407810" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">24. (by the way, i'll explain the image above, below...huh)<br /><br />Nope, not my age. It's the number of times I've tried starting a diary/journal/gratitude notebook (a.k.a. journal) in my life and <span style="font-style: italic;">also </span>the number of times I've FAILED keeping an entry for more than a week (or a week and a half). Oh I've tried getting those cutesy locked ones (I should get a stock in SANRIO after all those purchases), those plain leather Moleskin ones, even just those fab Jordi Labanda pieces (you call works of art, "pieces") but noooooo way did that help.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />It's not that I'm lazy. It's just I fall prey to the F's:<br />a.) <span style="font-weight: bold;">f</span>orget<br />b.) <span style="font-weight: bold;">f</span>ret (blame my mom. she'd confront me RIGHT after reading my secret diaries)<br />c.) <span style="font-weight: bold;">f</span>umble (I THOUGHT writing was my thing..UNTIL i'd get my thoughts on paper. go figure)<br /><br />So now, at <span style="font-size:78%;">28 <span style="font-size:85%;">, <span style="font-size:100%;">I'm hoping I get over the F's that stopped me from chronicling my day-to-day existence and be able to blog blove!haha! :)<br /><br />I've always wanted to start one but feared (oops, here's another F!) friends and family thinking,"She should get a REAL job...." (haha! STOP THINKING THAT guys!) or random people thinking, "boring blogzzz ....zzzzz". Yup, a million and one thoughts (will spare you the other 998,000 ones) but now with so much going on in the world and in my new life in this chilly city..I'm thinking first of all, I'll forget if I don't do anything about it, and second, my future spawns might want to know that their momsy had a life (before they came and ruined it..just kidding future spawns) :) So there, my first entry. Whew!<br /><br />btw, the image above:<br />a.) is not me<br />b.) does not in any way symbolize my current state of mind (i.e. black and white, screaming, being stomped on...)<br /><br />that image of a woman so beautifully painted on the street was taken actually during one of my explorations around the city (Ellis and Van Ness St.). One reason why i love San Francisco so much: it's so artsy. *sigh*<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4198574463089652234-1340979877159965701?l=thawinginsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vivnoreply@blogger.com1