What a Writer’s Really Writing at Work (Besides her Work)

I ate sugar cubes from the office. Sugar at its best.

Resolving that with each future paycheck I am going buy a new book. A book that I WILL read from beginning to end.

Revisiting the Mission District again for an exciting new project with Stray Boots.

Sharing with you all the first map I made through Stray Boots detailing the best spots I discovered in New York.

With a month left of summer approaching, I am determined to find some time for the beach and a Giants’ game.

BUT…Compared to my situation of last summer, though it was rich with adventures and new experiences, it wasn’t as fulfilling as these past two months have been. I was stuck at home and praying for opportunities to open to me since all my efforts at paper-plane shooting my resume and cover letters in many directions landed short of their goals. Last summer with the isolation and setbacks I suffered, I think now on where I currently am, sitting back in a chaise chair in a startup company’s offices located in downtown San Francisco. I have work, I have more than plenty to do at this time. And what always seems to pop into my head is that one quote whose credibility has been misplaced somewhere amongst the interwebs:

Two things define you: Your patience when you have nothing and your attitude when you have everything.

I endured a good deal of time to kick start my way into this new chapter of my life. And as a year goes by and I think about the summer this year that I’ve lost, there was so much gained. Summer classes won’t be dealt with in the near future, and I’ve developed a platform and still try to develop it, though I may get very busy with the actual jobs that I do juggle on top of those. I’ve had a bad attitude here and there at this point, I’ll admit it. But at the end of the day I’m always grateful that I’ve moved on to better things. The fun of last summer was strictly that, for that summer, and I’ll settle for missing out on those times to better prepare myself for a more certain future. So my attitude now when I have everything, and then some? Super. And unabashed. I think I am actually at a point to not be afraid and take risks, to keep up that gamble at seeing what will fit and what won’t into my life now. I think I’m ready to let go, and gain a stronger sense of bravery. But of what?

Scenes of New York: Big Summer Adventures for P!


I am still living and daydreaming within a New York minute.

Two weeks ago I had the incredible opportunity to finally go beyond my borders of the West Coast and see somewhere new, let alone somewhere so praised and mythologized as the great city of the East. It was also my first plane ride. No, not scary at all!

From this remarkable journey I sure was inspired by the sprawl of skyscrapers, stifling heat, and  the masses of nameless faces, each passing in a second on the street to replace the face I’d just seen. The city’s energy has rubbed onto me, and I am very excited to write a lengthy travel essay that captures the spirit of me during those four days in  New York. If only I hadn’t come back to California so busy though!

As I slowly dive into the writing process of producing my work, Fresh Apple, I’ll leave here snippets of the many photos I was glad to have taken in the duration of this trip.

Wishing you all a summer going lovely as mine has (so far… the future is always uncertain!).

♥ P

NYC32   NYC12

NYC22   NYC10

NYC36   NYC25

NYC30   NYC33NYC38






Alt Lit Pieces: Part II

I give you part two of some valuable writing that just seemed like fleeting Tumblr posts from two/three years ago. Turns out, the social media prose of today is actually a thing. Check out my variations of the emerging form, alt lit.


January 2, 2012

strange me, at first i’m not attracted to a band or musician. months later my ears change or whatever into making me love the fuck outta their music.

November 25, 2011

with all these new stories of pepper sprays and robberies, and camping out for like 7 hours, at least i’m going out now to check out Black Friday. and what do i end up saving today? my soul and dignity.

November 18, 2011

it’s always coffee or tea. why not coffee AND tea? load them both with sugar.

November 18, 2011

this is ridiculous, unbelievable. what kind of men are you? seems like there’s never hope for your gender, always beating down and abusing women because you think your manhood entitles you to it. take your aggression out on someone equal to you, not less. just having strength does not make you a man, it’s how you use it— and for intimidation and on women, that’s no man at all. it’s a fucking monster.

from these monsters, women need men to protect and respect them.

October 21, 2011

that’s all good and respectable, nothing can rival the natural wonder of the universe above us.

but in city lights— i don’t know, just have a magical glow. shooting up into the sky, billions on billions of beautiful drop-size jewels conform and shape a spectacular skyline. this is what man has done. we’ve made all this happen. this is where civilization and people— humanity— has come to.

all these stories, many lives across the city, from families to friends out in bars, and the pitiful man sleeping outside the building on that cold pavement— that’s what those lights are telling me. each light comes from somewhere, and from that source is a beautiful story in its right. the city lights paint a sentimental backdrop of a surreal life for whatever city it illuminates.

man-made, but man reflecting.

October 17, 2011

what i can’t write in my paper analyzing Kate Chopin’s The Awakening: pretty much the moral of the story is that children are life ruiners. 

October 7, 2011

it was a very good hang-out on a random Starbucks along Market Street. he’s a sweet guy, but today i got to really see that sometimes you can’t settle for the next person to come along. one more time to meet up, and i’ll be more certain.

in high school i was always reminding myself that concerning relationships, things might look up in college. i really do believe it now. sometimes i think i have issues appealing to guys or meeting them and that i won’t ever really meet someone— yet within the past year i’m looking back at who i have met and talked with, gone out with. they’ve all proven to nothing serious, but the fact that there were people out there for a bit is really fulfilling enough. most days i’m thanking god i’m not looking for a relationship or putting all my effort into it, and thinking more about my school and my writing, i take things as they come. but when i do have those typical “find the soulmate” urges, i realize how i need to stop mentally complaining about never finding someone. because i really have ran into so many people, and it’s great to see that there’s nothing wrong after all.

 August 11, 2011

(forever afraid of my bathroom)

July 25, 2011

not much is happening today. but i wish you to know that we have each other. we’re still here, getting through these hard times, and it’s just another day. these things happen, and i’m sorry they do, i wish there was something we could do for this chaos that’s out of our hands— it may not seem like the best of days, but it’s your day nonetheless. it’s a special day, because your family is still here with undying love, and gratitude for what you’ve done for us all. i will always be here for you, showing you that you’re wonderful all the time, regardless of a specific date once a year enforces. you make my life so much, and i wish there were perfect ways to show you gratitude, post weird stuff on your Facebook wall, but the best i can do to return the favor is just be here, make you laugh, listen, be around forever.

it’s only one special day, but beyond this is the rest of your special life.

Happy Birthday, I love you so much.

July 19, 2011

better than a diary.

July 17, 2011


it’s sad to hear people talking about doing all this amazing stuff— travel, buy a lovely house, do their dream hobby— when they retire.

why do we have to be old to live our dreams?

when we’re young we have to go to school, and then straight to work, usually working at things we don’t love or appreciate doing. if only we can change societal values to live life while we are physically and mentally at our best, instead of withering away in gray as we barely grasp onto getting the best experience of life at the end of our rope.

June 28, 2011

didn’t stop me from a good day. i should’ve built a fort, but then again u need more people to do that. in the end you’re sitting alone in a fort and you’re like WHERE’S THE SERVANTS OR THE GUARDS. MY FUCKING JESTER WHERE ARE YOU.

other goodies to do when inside: write, read some, and then hang with the sis when she’s home. laugh our asses off on youtube vids.

June 23, 2011

thinking i got seven new followers when in actuality they all tell me i’m stupid and should take a fucking IQ test or some spam shit.

June 20, 2011

the moment where it’s a cute little baby mammal prancing across the fields of Sonoma County, but even though the mom is clearly a cow the thing could have been a dog or a cow/calf.

Cog thus far.

June 17, 2011

(will talk about this night more tomorrow because no one cares but i sure am DYING to just talk about it, so good night)

June 15, 2011

just beautiful, free, and curious creatures.

June 14, 2011

i’ve come to actually realize why don’t like roses.

i always tell people don’t get me roses because everyone gets roses, they’re cliched, etc. especially red roses. HATE.

but i was having some long talk with my parents this week over breakfast about something relevant, and then i understood why. it’s because they remind me of funerals. i do recall seeing people bring roses to my grandma’s funeral when i was younger, and the smell of them was all too familiar.