Personality au chocolait

We're a chocolate family.

My mom has always been a milk chocolate lover. It is kind of like her, mixed and complicated but wonderful. 

Yesterday we introduced Mimi to white chocolate and her face was like

and now she is addicted. It fits her. She is sweet, silly and sassy.

I am the dark chocolate one, which makes me... tangy and bitter...well that's about right.

And if you know a guy that is white chocolate with rich swirls of deep, dark and handsome. Send him my way :P (ahem...just kidding...maybe...)

But not him:  he is just creepy

Khalil

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” 
-- Khalil Gibran

Every morning this week as I drive into school, I have been seeing this homeless man and I have been giving him $2 each time. I can't help it. It is something I have always done since I was a teenager. And while I knew when I was a kid, that half the time I would be probably aiding an addiction...I just couldn't help but be optimistic. And while I have found myself jaded as I have gone through medical school and I have seen homeless people in the ED suffering from alcohol withdrawal...I still can't help it. I think about all the patients I have seen that come into the ED pretending to be in withdrawal so they could get some food, or the people who used to be high functioning individuals and their disease (alcoholism) has destroyed their lives. Today when I went to give this same guy $2 as I waited for the red light of my highway exit he said to me : "You know, you're the reason I have eaten this whole week and I interviewed for a job because I wasn't hungry...thank you." And I thought of the quote at the top and smiled.

Mommy 1!

My daughter is wise beyond her years. It is kind of scary but super cute. Last night I was getting her ready for bedtime (at midnight...yup) and she stated "I don't want you to sleep with me tonight, I want grandma". But it didn't hurt me because I, for once, have outsmarted my four year old! I immediately knew the reason she wanted my mom is because Grandma is usually exhausted by midnight and falls asleep. In which case Mimi get her kindle and reads books or watches shows until 2 am. I have awoken to find this many a times. I just knew that this little smart one wanted Grandma so she could do that...again! You should have seen the look on her face when I said "No Grandma tonight, just mommy and Mimi going to sleep...and no kindle.". She was furious and kept singing in bed "I want my computer"...for 30 minutes. Until she fell asleep.



Mommy: 1
Mimi: 1000

I'm catching up.

Flame Lily

Last night I took a break from studying to have a low key Saturday night of Chinese food, wine and a romantic comedy with two of my friends Kat & Nazi. Sometimes a girl just needs to escape with her girls into a world of ridiculousness and romance. Where a guy sings to you at a wedding and tells the whole world that you hooked up, nothing says romance like that. 

I have failed with the wine as of late. I went a whole month without a single glass *gasp* so here goes my attempt at a wine review!  

Flame Lily Pinot Noir was the wine of the night. With an aroma of cherries with hints of tobacco, wood and honey; it started off promising. It goes down as standard pinot noir, with a savoring of full more sour than sweet grapes. But the aftertaste was bitter, reminiscent of lead and moldy pine resin. And the aftertaste haunts you for hours. While the flame lily flower is also called a Gloriosa, this was not so glorious. A good Pinot Noir pairs well with Mongolian beef, just not this one. So stay away my friends. 

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Sorry I couldn't help myself. 

I also like the name of Red Fern for Blue Ivy's brother as suggested by Joan Rivers.

David Baker

If you know me, you know I love art...almost as much as I love wine. I really love my wine. But anyway, I love art so I frequent art blogs. They usually come after my favorite celeb blog pinkisthenewblog, whatweshouldcallmedschool tumbler and wine blogs. Today I stumbled onto an artist named David Baker. This particular piece of his struck a cord with me:



Not only because of his Norman Rockwell like feeling and realism but...maybe because I always thought I would be this kind of mom. Maybe I miss my original plan of performing and living in the fashion world until I got old enough to retire (28 is average age of retirement) then owning my couture boutique and splitting my time at home with six kids (yes I wanted six kids...still kind of do...), with plenty of family adventures and overseeing my boutique. Seems kind of crazy now because in 1 short year from this day I will be graduating and starting a residency where I will average 80 hours a week at the hospital...

Part of me sometimes just wants to take that MD and put it on a wall next to a picture of this


Then go off, put on a green dress and fall asleep exhausted with a little innocent mischief running around.... preferably five more of them.

Guess who's back...back again...

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Okay. It's been a few months and I haven't posted. It's not that I forgot...While I was busy, it was more that I literally haven't had much going on in my mind to put a blog post! I even missed all the award shows! So I thought eh my mind is going through a blank period but today I realized I was just avoiding thinking for a bit. Shorthand: I'm pent up and need to vent.

Quick update:
- Finished my psychiatry rotation. At the end my feedback said that I need to "learn how to validate psychiatric patients". My attention span couldn't take the 20 minutes of complaints and after a while I started having visions in my head of saying this:


So yeah, psych is not for me.
- Became a 4th year. Like whoa. In one year, I will be responsible for patients?! Um I can barely validate their feelings, don't leave me alone with them.
- I visited the ex-ish in Birmingham for two whole weeks. I'm not sure what is more shocking, the fact the ex & I survived two whole weeks together or that I survived two weeks in Birmingham ALABAMA. I can't even say Alabama without put a southern condescending twang in my voice. But they have a Saks 5th avenue! A SAKS! It made all the difference.
- Still working things out with the ex. Revamping the foundation of friendship. Yes, even after two weeks in AL with him. Btw, AL wasn't half bad...I'm even going back for a whole month next. More on that later.
- Finished my first acting internship in internal medicine. Also I'm finished with internal medicine, period. I can't listen to people talk for hours(psych), and I can't sit listening about rare medicine cases for hours (internal medicine). I was pretty miserable with not having much to do and listening to all the "interesting" medicine.

So what do I need to vent about?

Nothing. Everything. Mostly nothing. I just want to get back to reviving this blog and sharing with you guys! It's Friday night, I'm going to hang out with my popstar, you know the 4 year old who goes by the name of Mimi. She sleeps at midnight and wakes up at noon. But you guys have to



so I can live vicariously through you! ;)