here's my sorry attempt to be thesartorialist and capture a picture of a man with i must say, impeccable taste. i didn't have enough balls to ask him for a posed picture and i only had my camera phone which responds terribly to motion so i couldn't get him while he was walking.


he was wearing a jeans and a bright red windbreaker with a washed-blue colored scarf and mahogany-orange oxfords. he looked like ed westwick, but he had a mustache and had blond hair. he looked really disgruntled the whole time like ed does though. he got on the bus when it stopped at castro. he was falling asleep and i wanted to take a picture of him then but it'd be such creeper-status.

i love when the bus stops at castro station because i get to see people in nice outfits.

other things that are hot:
- when people hold their gloves in their hand - i don't know why, it looks sophisticated
- people who work at trader joe's - or maybe i'm just attracted to yuppies
- men who wear suits with a pop of color or dress all suit chiq but wear a paisley dress shirt (there was this guy walking on stockton today who was wearing a suit and sweatervest but had a paisley dress shirt. he was so brilliant. the only thing that ruined it was his sneakers.) or just pops of color in general.


by thesartorialist

here, here, and here

i liked super sunday today. after doing summer day camp for 3 years in a row with 1st-2nd graders, i was almost adamant in my decision to never have kids. but there was an adorable kid named jason today. he kept pulling down the seats next to me and looking for people who looked lonely and telling them to sit next to us. and he was frustrated and said 'aiyaaah' when me and candon were messing around and untying each others' shoes because he sat between us. what a cutie- he's so thoughtful.

a lot of times when i speak in (very bad) cantonese i have a tendency to mix vietnamese into it. then i wonder why the grandma or the kid can't understand me. d'oh

some quotes from my psych book i really liked:

"Based on the roughly 10-million-to-1 odds against a bet's winning a state Lotto jackpot, one's chances are not much better than the odds of being struck by lightning. If you are an average British citizen and you place a bet in the National Lottery, the oods of your dying during the 20-minute National Lottery draw program on television are several times greater than the odds of your winning (Chance News, 1999)."

"Casinos entice us to gamble by signaling even small wins with bells and lights -- making them vividly memorable -- while keeping big losses soundlessly invisible."

i love seasons!! i wish there were a change of seasons in san francisco. i was in millbrae today and there were pretty leaves scattered in different colors everywhere.
i used to think i liked hot summers. when I went to DC dan said a lot of people would love to live in sf weather; i wondered why. i realized what he meant. it was so faliw;jef hot everyday i didn't feel like doing much.
so, san francisco would be perfect if leaves changed colors in autumn and it snowed in the winter.



it was pouring today. i love the rain, or maybe just umbrellas.

sometimes i feel awkward taking pictures in public. i was crouched near the ground under my umbrella and i didn't realize there was a lady behind me. she started laughing


today was my first time at chipotle- now i know why everyone raves about it. it was delishhh. it tastes so fresh like its homemade, but maybe it's because i haven't had a burrito since i became vegetarian.

yummm.