Mascots

I never could understand why Boston University chose this wimpy looking dog as a mascot. I manage to make it all the way from elementary school to undergrad with awesome animals or warrior names, and school colors green, blue, and gold. Now all of a sudden, I'm represented by a little dog that weighs less than 20 pounds. Mame could eat him for breakfast. What's worse, school colors are red and white. That's Stanford territory.

About the Pie

My Violin

Torrey

There I was at my friend Andrew's house party sipping on a beer. All of us were wearing name tags so that we can better identify each other. Torrey wrote my name tag that night and it read:

[  Vincy-pie  ]

As a bunch of us were standing and chatting in the kitchen area, a gentleman walks up to me, leans down to stare at my name tag, looks me in the face, stares at my name tag again, looks up and asks, "Is your last name Pie?" Ever since, Torrey started calling me Pie and Pie just stuck.

About the Pie~

Torrey and I take turns in writing in another blog. He originally created it to empower people in interracial relationships. It gives insight to what we deal with as a couple. Some of the stories are funny, others are sad, many of them are insightful, and all of it is true.

Here's another picture of Torrey. He's actually a ninja in his spare time.

I like the following:

This is a picture of Roast Duck rice noodle soup with some Hong Kong Milk Tea. I love to eat.

And this is a picture of my Mazdaspeed3. I like driving through the twisties. Alas, if only gas wasn't so expensive I would do that much more often. And yes, my car is faster than your car. 

I also like to ride motorcycles. Recently, I customized my helmet with some art. Like it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I was at Berkeley, I studied molecular cell biology. I was in physiology class when my lab buddy took this picture. Doesn't the frog look happy?!

My friend Daniel Karlin and I did the Fun in Science program where we taught kids science. Imagine their faces when I showed them this picture. Kidding, I didn't show it to them.

Mister Dinner

This is Mister Mamezoh, purebred Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Mame for short, like the edamame appetizers at a Japanese restaurant. Mame means bean in Japanese.

People who've never seen a corgi before usually ask the following questions. My boyfriend Torrey and I almost always respond like so:

Q: What kind of dog is that?
A: A corgi
Q: Do they always look like that?
A: Actually his tail kept knocking stuff off the table so we had to dock it, and we noticed that he kept banging his head against the coffee table so we had his legs shortened too. He's much happier now.

Mame is ridiculously smart. He sits, lays down, shakes hand, rolls over, retrieves toys, plays dead, and knows exactly when to ignore your commands. He will also do this...

...until you say give him the ok to eat his treat.

Mame stays with my parents when Torrey and I are traveling. When I dropped him off one time, my father started rubbing Mame's belly. I heard my father muttering to the dog, "Oh yes! That feels good right? You better behave while she's gone or else we'll have you for dog stew." Dad says this as he traces his finger down Mame's belly, "We'll cut you open right here and here." Of course, during this whole time the dog's got his tongue lolling out in a ridiculous smile and his hind leg is scratching the air. I can just imagine him speaking his doggie speak, "AW YA!! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! More please!"