May 2022

On chefs.

On options during quarantine.

On having a point there.

~*I did not pay all that money to fly to Paris and not post more photos so here is a flip book of memoirs DM me for a gdoc of recs*~ (at Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3zw6BzBF_iwdLHMxX6J_JhMO8QllOnYeTnFiY0/?igshid=1qxfe6eykbpn2

*models for banana republic once, changes entire wardrobe* (at El Techo) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3STuwKBC4I/?igshid=1qksu2ezoviup

Someone get me a diploma, today I’m officially graduating with a four-year degree in JH. Thesis Project: How To Hang Out With Someone for a Very Long Time and Not Get Sick of Them Even a Little Bit — a World Look into How Chocolate Ice Cream and Video Games Solves All. #0928 ♥️ (at The Love Wall of Paris) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2_OOPTBTUe/?igshid=18xiqv9sakq7l

Paint me like one of your French girls. 🌿 (at Maison de Claude Monet Giverny) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2khRtJhvYR/?igshid=1n3a6liw9y049

How do you say “happy birthday” in French? OOO. (at Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2cOMExhbs9/?igshid=12ux9vndl1fvo

𝙫𝙧𝙜𝙤 𝙨𝙯𝙣 https://www.instagram.com/p/B2LDkophnoi/?igshid=kldwiuweau5h

🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂 send help. 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂 https://www.instagram.com/p/B1-Mww8hDXz/?igshid=yo5xmc7tqey5

OSL YR5 ft. 2 virgos tryna keep 2 sagittarii grounded/fed/hydrated/bathroomed/alive/breathing. (at Outside Lands Music & Arts Festival) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1O3iV8hZ0B/?igshid=gsbq9z9y1xzn

Still thinking about this weekend and how no matter how old we get and how married we get and how hot it gets—my team holds it dowwwwwwwwwwwn. CONGRATULATIONS YURI & MARK 💕 We love you to the moon and back. Or in this case, from the tips of our heads to the bottom of Mark’s sandals. #LOS #ForeverandEverBabe (at Léal Vineyards) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0jCopkhVm9/?igshid=1qhm9cn7li80p

Me: Why do you think my thighs are always so cold?

JH: It’s a large surface area.

Me: ...are you fucking kidding me.

JH: No! No. Any part of your body is a wide surface area.

Say goodbye everyone, JH is dead to us now.

Spent the entire weekend moving. Saying hello to my 4th apt since moving to SF 4 years ago. Currently: + Living in a sea of boxes + Learning that the Kondo method does not work for me + Feeling grateful for friends who *show up* + Reflecting on how to be that kind of friend for others + Re-realizing that I’m most energized when I have a project, a goal, a something to work towards. Moving is terrible, but I was so invigorated finding the right places for old things and making a list for the new. Energy is not a negative sum game; doing nothing =/= gaining energy. Something to remember the next time I say ‘I don’t wanna do anything this weekend.’ + Speaking of new things, moving is/was hard so I obviously deserved a new mirror I don’t need (at all) much to JH’s avail. See: pic. #worth https://www.instagram.com/p/B0PTJnkhJSS/?igshid=1ib296fa96a4y

One of my oldest friends in the world is getting married in 2 weeks. The first memory I have of her is from the 7th grade when a mutual friend pointed her out during PE and told me he had a crush on her. She then proceeded to hate me due to a falling out I had with another friend—middle school loyalties, man. But fate would have it that we’d end up at the same H.S. in the same AP Calc class (where we kicked ass) and later AP Physics where she had to help me with my homework everyday because for the life of me I still can’t remember anything except “kinetic energy.” Nearing almost 2 decades later (dear god), we live in the same city-ish, we’re pretty much adulting-ish, and we have grown together-ish. @yuriashin love you very much, even if you’ve become a crazy person—especially because you’ve become a crazy person. If there’s anyone I’d want to be trapped in Burbank airport sitting on the floor with, it’s you. #shesaidohurr (at Disneyland) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0ADXEdhbV8/?igshid=1c3zp5zxazzli

〰️ thriving 〰️ (at Lanikai Beach,Kailua) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzg2ZyqBQzl/?igshid=f3pfvcturrry