The Park Kiely
so my address is:
4301 Norwalk Drive, U201
San Jose, CA 95129
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U201
This is the entrance of my apartment. Turning right will lead you to the living room, balcony, kitchen and the dining area; and left will lead you to both the bedrooms and baths. There's a common closet where we keep our shoes and miscellaneous such as the Emergency bags, tool, drills, car wash kit, laundry and et cetera. I'm super anal about people wearing their shoes and stepping outside the mat - A lot of times I see the resident service personnel coming into my apartment with their shoes on and advancing onto the carpet without even asking for permission if they are allowed to do so... Urg it just gets on my nerves, I'll torture whoever I see doing it again! There is a mat for a reason, dude.
I've been spending most of my time infront of the television laughing at the stupid blondes on american reality TV, growing fats, stoning and painting my nails. I literally lived on the couch for the past three months.
I've probably stepped into the balcony only thrice since we've moved here because it's bug-infested and so dusty outside, and I have a phobia of squirrels jumping onto my head!
It's funny recalling it but my parents, brother and I had to get into a big argument for every furniture piece that we shopped for because each of us had different opinions on which one to get - I'm usually on my dad's side and my brother on my mom's side, and of course I can never allow them to win because my mom has the most orbiang taste in the whole world and my dad usually give in to my mom. Ahh... I remember that gruelling period, so physically and mentally exhausting! Anyway, this dining table was one of the pieces that we fought for over an hour and finally agreed on upon everyone's consensus, athough I still feel like the Tatami-themed dining table doesn't really harmonize with the couch. Whatever.
The kitchen is an open concept leading to the entrance of the apartment and the dining area on each side. Look! I can still laugh at stupid bimbos while doing my dishes. Notice there's a weighing scale in the kitchen? I placed it there on a strategic position because just directly above it is The Danger Zone where I keep my chips, cookies, porky, nuts, gum, soda and every variety of bite-size chocolate bars in my junk cabinet! It serves as a reminder that I'm on a hardcore diet, I could sense the scale flashing red mysteriously every time my hands reaches out to open the junk cabinet...
Doesn't my bed look like a Bridal Bed? I had trouble sleeping for the first few nights (and sometimes until now) on my bed because it's all red and tacky. So much for spending two hours in Bed, Bath & Beyond searching high and low, literally for bed sheets... and turns out there weren't anything that I liked! Bummer.
That's my study table which I havn't put into its intended use yet. There are the photo frames which I've bought from Ikea but have yet the time to develop the photos, which explain for the empty frames. See I'm pathetic like that.. because I have no idea where in hell to develop instant photos in this god-damned foreign place.
Everyone meet Tiny The Dinosaur! Aww... Isn't he the cutest?!! Brett drew it and it sure owns any Michaelengelo or Van Gogh's pieces! Also, the little gladiator dude beside Tiny is Lil' Brett, I shrunk him and bring him along everywhere I go! He watches me study, eat, shit, run and sleep.
This closet was probably the primary reason why we even decided on this apartment even without delibrating or continue with our apartment hunt. It looked so huge and spacious during at the time when we were given our guided tour, you can even accommodate a bed inside, but once I started putting in all my stuff, there's barely enough room for more clothes or bags now! Boo boo!
The infamous wellies that weigh 5 pounds and needed to be worn to board the plane because my luggages were already overweight and the custom was so strict on the baggage allowance!
I'm not posting any pictures on my brother's bedroom and the two baths because (1) I'm lazy. (2) Boys' room are equally as messy and filthy like the baths, and nothing interesting. (3) I'm fucking irritated with LJ, how the hell do I put all these content under the cut!? Urg
4301 Norwalk Drive, U201
San Jose, CA 95129
Please leave your name and address down. (comments will be screened)
A postcard or if I like you, a parcel may be on your way!
U201
This is the entrance of my apartment. Turning right will lead you to the living room, balcony, kitchen and the dining area; and left will lead you to both the bedrooms and baths. There's a common closet where we keep our shoes and miscellaneous such as the Emergency bags, tool, drills, car wash kit, laundry and et cetera. I'm super anal about people wearing their shoes and stepping outside the mat - A lot of times I see the resident service personnel coming into my apartment with their shoes on and advancing onto the carpet without even asking for permission if they are allowed to do so... Urg it just gets on my nerves, I'll torture whoever I see doing it again! There is a mat for a reason, dude.
I've been spending most of my time infront of the television laughing at the stupid blondes on american reality TV, growing fats, stoning and painting my nails. I literally lived on the couch for the past three months.
I've probably stepped into the balcony only thrice since we've moved here because it's bug-infested and so dusty outside, and I have a phobia of squirrels jumping onto my head!
It's funny recalling it but my parents, brother and I had to get into a big argument for every furniture piece that we shopped for because each of us had different opinions on which one to get - I'm usually on my dad's side and my brother on my mom's side, and of course I can never allow them to win because my mom has the most orbiang taste in the whole world and my dad usually give in to my mom. Ahh... I remember that gruelling period, so physically and mentally exhausting! Anyway, this dining table was one of the pieces that we fought for over an hour and finally agreed on upon everyone's consensus, athough I still feel like the Tatami-themed dining table doesn't really harmonize with the couch. Whatever.
The kitchen is an open concept leading to the entrance of the apartment and the dining area on each side. Look! I can still laugh at stupid bimbos while doing my dishes. Notice there's a weighing scale in the kitchen? I placed it there on a strategic position because just directly above it is The Danger Zone where I keep my chips, cookies, porky, nuts, gum, soda and every variety of bite-size chocolate bars in my junk cabinet! It serves as a reminder that I'm on a hardcore diet, I could sense the scale flashing red mysteriously every time my hands reaches out to open the junk cabinet...
Doesn't my bed look like a Bridal Bed? I had trouble sleeping for the first few nights (and sometimes until now) on my bed because it's all red and tacky. So much for spending two hours in Bed, Bath & Beyond searching high and low, literally for bed sheets... and turns out there weren't anything that I liked! Bummer.
That's my study table which I havn't put into its intended use yet. There are the photo frames which I've bought from Ikea but have yet the time to develop the photos, which explain for the empty frames. See I'm pathetic like that.. because I have no idea where in hell to develop instant photos in this god-damned foreign place.
Everyone meet Tiny The Dinosaur! Aww... Isn't he the cutest?!! Brett drew it and it sure owns any Michaelengelo or Van Gogh's pieces! Also, the little gladiator dude beside Tiny is Lil' Brett, I shrunk him and bring him along everywhere I go! He watches me study, eat, shit, run and sleep.
This closet was probably the primary reason why we even decided on this apartment even without delibrating or continue with our apartment hunt. It looked so huge and spacious during at the time when we were given our guided tour, you can even accommodate a bed inside, but once I started putting in all my stuff, there's barely enough room for more clothes or bags now! Boo boo!
The infamous wellies that weigh 5 pounds and needed to be worn to board the plane because my luggages were already overweight and the custom was so strict on the baggage allowance!
I'm not posting any pictures on my brother's bedroom and the two baths because (1) I'm lazy. (2) Boys' room are equally as messy and filthy like the baths, and nothing interesting. (3) I'm fucking irritated with LJ, how the hell do I put all these content under the cut!? Urg