20150131



The calligraphy class Jina and I were so excited for was cancelled last minute. 
When I read the email notification, I instantly felt so sad, mad, and flabbergasted all 
at once, I just laughed. I don't think that's a normal reaction, but all I could do was 
laugh at the situation. I think it had to do with the fact that this month was a little 
rough with all the changes going on at work, and this workshop was like a light 
at the end of the tunnel; a form of escape from all the stress. But my bewildered 
state of the outcome just turned into sheer amusement. 



20150129

The Man With Two Dogs


Here's a little musing I've had. On my drive to work, I see an elderly man walk 
two dogs, one large black labrador mix and a tan medium sized dog (I'm not sure 
what breed this one is), almost on a daily basis. Our schedules line up pretty well seeing 
that I always see them crossing the road. Every time I see them, I can't help but feel 
good. The black lab mix has clearly reached its time, and there he goes, walking ever 
so slowly, with his owner, who needs just as much time and patience to walk. There 
is no real point to this story. I just find this warming. The tan dog appears to be younger, 
but he/she matches his/her pace so understandingly. I may be reading too much into 
this, but is this not the sweetest subtle display of love? I see so much love.

1909 Paris Grand Palais



This is wondrous, whimsical, charming, and every other synonymous adjective 
to say the least. Oh how I wish I could've experienced this 1909 air show in real life. 


20150128



Hand Lettering




Hand lettering has been bringing me much joy and peace, especially after 
a long day of work. 

20150125

Red Radish



Something about vegetable illustrations with a slightly dated appeal is so satisfying to 
look at. The black lines and sketch like quality when used harmoniously with color 
is just beautiful. Though I decided not to color my "red radish", it would be red if I had. 
Sometimes I think detailed lines are enough to compensate for the absence of color. 
To top it all off, the names are handwritten in cursive with an occasional number for 
reference that all looks so charming. I just really like it. 

Jina and I signed up for a modern calligraphy class a couple weeks ago. We're just 
counting down the days until this Saturday. We are so excited for this class and to get back 
into nibs and ink. 

We took a type design class in college where we designed our own typeface. Pretty neat. 
Maybe I will post the font I designed and named Sea Salt when I am feeling less lazy. 
It's fun to look back at past projects and remember the creative process it took, because 
as nice as the final outcome can be, there's nothing more hearty and gratifying than the 
actual process it took to get to the final piece. That's where all the magic and fun is. 
Anywho, creating a font is a rigorous process I fully fathomed after taking this 
class—much respect for type designers, much. 

On a side note, I like slightly yellow, ivory, old-looking paper versus classic white. 
Or something that has a slightly grayish tone, like newspapers—pretty much anything 
but white. I feel like the color and tone of a paper adds tremendously to the overall 
feel of the content and product itself. Others may think I'm crazy and ridiculous, but 
love paper, and details like this I find so pleasing when taken into account. 


20150121

Normal schmormal


Susie tagged me in an instagram post with this picture—hilarious and so true. 
Everyone is weird and unusual in their own unique way, everyone. We all have little 
quirks and mannerisms that differentiate us from others, and we can find commonality 
in them that creates special bonds and friendships. Is there no beauty in that? 
Though my very close friends, including my sister, have told me I am really weird—the 
weirdest friend they've ever had. I will take that as a compliment, seeing that they 
still hang out with me and seem to enjoy my company...seem...ho ho just kidding. 
I am aware that I come off quiet, reserved, shy, and I have even gotten "stuck-up" 
and "cold" but this is all before someone really got to know me. I am quite the open 
book once I feel comfortable, really, a little too open. That is why the old adage 
"don't judge a book by its cover" is noteworthy. 

Whoohoo for being wəird. 

20150118

Melrose Place



After we got some Alfred coffee, we walked around the farmer's market at 
Melrose Place where I couldn't resist my urge to buy a bundle of Eucalyptus, so 
I did for $4. So fragrant and so pretty, it is now standing beside my bed.

Susie and I were talking about how we hope to find someone (significant 
other kind of someone) that enjoys coffee as much as we do. We find so much 
joy in talking over a good cup of coffee, eating, and walking around where ever 
that may be. I get a little irked when people think I'm so boring because I don't 
like to drink alcohol. I personally just don't see or feel the fun in it. For a while I 
thought I was boring, lame, you know, a party pooper as they say for not liking to 
drink, but there is nothing wrong with me. So silly. If drinking (responsibly) is 
fun for you, more power to you. Fun is completely subjective. 

Alfred Coffee & Kitchen








20150117

Cups



I have this thing with cups. Cups make me happy. I like to collect cups. I like having mix 
matched cups so I will always buy just one in that style. I like cups so much I made a fun 
little website dedicated to my cup collection in my Web Design I class. The project was 
titled Cupolio. Anyway, this one here is a new addition to the family. 

That bottle is from S'well, and I adore the wood finish on it. Apparently, it's hand painted. 

PARIS



Someday soon, I hope. 


Superga





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20150114

Always amazed


My friend and I talked about how we notice, hear, and stumble upon His word 
that apply directly to our current situations at a time that could not be more appropriate 
and necessary. He just knows and speaks to us when we need to listen to Him. 
Everyone can be going through something different, but that same message speaks to 
all of us in the way that we need. That always amazes me. Recently, I had an argument 
with my mom. We bicker about petty, typical mother and daughter stuff, but rarely do 
we get into "big fights". This one was fairly intense, and it is safe to say I was in the wrong. 
We made up, and I'm so happy we did. 

Anyway, to carry on with the point of this post, I came across Proverbs 3:11–12, 
and it made me smile. 

20150111

Oh happy day










I have been avoiding installing my Adobe cs5 into my iMac due to the fact that 
these new iMacs do not have an insert for CD's. I googled and researched how 
I would go about successfully installing my creative suite, as I have been itching 
to make stuff, but it seemed so complicated reading all the failed attempts. 
Today, I did it! Success! I followed what seemed to me the most reliable and 
authentic advice, and lo and behold, after careful step by step instructions, 
I have installed my cs5. I am happy. 

20150110

Susie



I hang out with Susie a lot. We just get each other. She's one of the very few I still 
keep in touch with from high school. We grabbed our favorite latte from our favorite 
neighborhood coffee shop, Coffee Code, and headed towards downtown Disney. 
Me being a sandwich fanatic and someone who doesn't go to Las Vegas, Susie 
wanted me to try Earl of Sandwich, and can I just say, it did not disappoint. 
After walking around and realizing there really is nothing to do at downtown Disney, 
we decided to stroll around Old Towne Orange. Upon arrival, it seemed as if 
we were entering a completely different city—Portland or Seattle maybe? It was 
a sweet little breath of fresh air, figuratively and literally, the air felt so refreshing with 
the cold rain and all. Ahh, rain. I love rain. 

20150108

Scribble



I forgot how relaxing sketching can be; some quiet time to wind down after work. 
Those two were inspired from a couple instagram users I follow. I feel something brewing 
within me. I can't put my finger on it, really. I just feel so at peace with just the right 
amount of urge to create. I want to make, sketch, write, and think. Sometimes I think 
this full time 9-5 job isn't for me. Working part time would give me that time to let my 
creativity out. I'm in my own little world these days, not to mention a little sick. 
You know that constant feeling in your throat? It's the worst when you swallow. 
I'm not resorting to medicine just yet. I like to believe my body can conquer this 
bacteria on its own. C'mon immune system, you can do it. 

Also, I don't know if this is a subconscious thing, it being the new year and all, 
but I've noticed a change in me. Kind of like what's been aforementioned, but 
also that I have no urge to spend my time watching shows or youtube, but rather 
turn on music and scribble. Scribble thoughts, ideas, drawings—anything but 
sitting and watching something. My past hobbies are coming back full force, 
and I'm happy. 

20150106

5,820 miles away



It was Ga's and Moon's birthday recently. They're one day apart and live in the same city, 
yet they did not meet until college. They've probably crossed paths once in their lives, 
not knowing they would meet again. Oh what a small, small world it is. So thankful for them. 
Otis would not have been the same. It's harder to meet people now. That's something I'll miss 
about school. And thanks to technology, we can keep in touch. 

Photo: Korea 2013 winter
I didn't see them for about a year when I went to visit Korea, but when I did, it was as if we 
had seen each other the past day. Now that's something. 



Integrity is doing the right thing,
even when no one is watching.
—C.S. Lewis

Matthew 6:1-4

20150104






Cheese



Let us be grateful to the people who make 
us happy; they are the charming gardeners 
who make our souls blossom.
—Marcel Proust

When the Night Comes by Dan Auerbach




20150103

Agnes



We can talk about anything, and I love it.