a sprightly sip

a sprightly sip was all it took, and now I’m hook(ed). I love coffee.

I also can’t sleep at night. With my newly inherited insomnia, I wrote poetic words, possible new blog titles, and thought of portmanteaus that would ease me to a deep slumber.

cottonswing, hazy days or hazy daze

can thoughts doodle? apparently, they can, according to doodle girl. (I think I could’ve used the name better.) or would you buy liquor if it was spelled lickor/lickher? I’ll stop there.

mimsy lane

or like olivia bee, hana jay, jay hana, jay leno?

portmanteau, I’m craving man toe (the Chinese bread?)

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decal love

My previous post keeps on giving me a headache. It’s not as fascinating as I originally thought. Anyways…

I went to my first Food Journalism decal today, hoping I would hate it.

But I love it. Especially because I’m already thinking of this:

From Olivia Bee. She knows love. She’s also 15. Check her out.

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whoawheewhoaa

What do you say when you see this?

Yea, same here.

I hope she likes it : )

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ilovethatphoto

Feeling a little squished.

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Kittenchops!

There is nothing that gives me greater joy than a 2 oz fig fennel & almond dark chocolate (70% cacao) bar, vegan, and organic & fair trade certified, from theo chocolate factory, 3400 Phinney, that one can buy for $5 at Treehouse. OK; maybe I’m exaggerating.

After indulging ever so extravagantly and lusciously (don’t understand how? just eat one..and give a piece to me), I fell in love with not only the bar itself but the beautiful artwork on the outer wrapping.

A Mother’s day design…I miss my mama

and now I miss her even more!

How my family would look if I had a younger brother

and now I miss Milo.

I just chose the ones that reminded me of home. You’re bound to find something that reminds you of home.

I am homesick.

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winter break is coming to a close

and I’ve achieved nothing but this:

and this:

I’m going to miss lounging around with my sis and Milo, eating to my heart’s content and body’s regret, daily Disneyland trips, princess parties…

Life is back in session.

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back in business!

I’m back! I almost forgot my own url. I typed “hellojello” into chrome’s search bar and then I realized, it’s been too long. I must admit, I’ve been too caught up yelping, basking in the glory of being a yelp elite (thank you! please hold your applause), that I’ve neglected my beloved blog and most importantly, my fans who’ve so passionately followed my site and gave me some hits (which, I’m sure, is never more than 20).

In any case, I found this adorable fabric pattern blog, sproutdesign.

This color goes so well with my blog colors. I wonder if I can have it as my background…

If I had a daughter, I would dress her up in this little cutie. And it has pockets!

Back to school after this weekend! I’m excited for good food, Robert Reich, and resuming the Edible Schoolyard!

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hands and feet

Our love is smaller than we know it.

I have spread my dreams under your feet.

 

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no place like home

weekend recap:

1. fantastic mr. fox with cousin

In a word–FANTASTIC. So witty, laugh-out-loud funny, and aesthetically brilliant! and can’t help but love the catchy soundtrack, with Jarvis Cocker!

Looks just like him!

2. black friday with prairie

Nestle was giving out free cookies at the mall. We sprinted down the escalators and extended our hands out to the lady. She looked at us and asked, “Are you girls 18?”

I’m going to embrace my youthful face. Therefore, I can get away with buying one of these babies.

3. Mexico with parent’s church

We were driving to Mexico and the pastor was sitting in our van. My dad made a sudden stop and a whole bunch of empty corona bottles rolled to his feet. He picked them up and asked, “Are these yours?”

“Not mine! I promise!” –Mom

My dad loves his walkie-talkies. Once we hit Mexico, he would yell “¡Que Paso!” and try to interrupt people’s conversations. He told me it’s the funnest to use at campgrounds.

Here he is, standing really awkwardly with the amigos.

We went to a really poor village farm close to Ensenada. From afar, we saw the carnival cruise ship we were just on a couple months back. It felt weird.

The children can’t speak any Spanish; they only speak their native Indian language because they’re nomadic. One 3 year old boy kept on poking me and saying “cochi! cochi!” but I just shrugged it off.

We walked over to where the pigs are, and I asked, “Que es?” And he replied, “Cochi!” ugh.

“Don’t get too close…they’ll bit your fingers off.” Lean, mean piggies.

We also provided snacks.

It’s something you would find here. And then the world would hate us. No worries–I prayed for everyone’s health and strength.

This is how the Koreans do missions. Spread the love of Jesus through spicy ramen.

¡Adios Amigos!

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socal love

I had a wonderful weekend with some beautiful ladies from home. They spread the warmth and bliss all around. I realized that socal must be a sunshiney place if it produces such cheerful people like them.

Home in 2 days! Can’t wait!

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