i got myself one of those quickie astrology readings…jus b/c astrology fascinates me. the one on astrology.com is particularly interesting b/c not only do they ask you when you were born, but also what time and where (to determine what stars and planets were overhead). so i got this mini-report about me. lessee my score card.

section 1: how you approach life and how you appear to others
you have a sensible and realistic outlook on life and your two feet are always planted firmly on the ground (though you may, on occasion, have your head in the clouds). – straight up – others often see you as a rock of strength, solid, reliable, dependable, and constant. – really? – you are, in fact, amazingly consistent for you possess great powers of endurance and do not like to make changes or adjustments in your regular routine. you do things deliberately and methodically and do not easily accommodate the unexpected. though you have a gentle, even soft, appearance, you are enormously strong-willed and stubborn. – fuck you stubborn! – you go at your own pace and refuse to be rushed or pushed into anything before you feel sure about it. – yea…ask my supervisor – you can be coaxed and persuaded by charm, beauty, love, or affection – but never forced. you won’t fight either, but simply stubbornly resist any attempt to coerce you to do something you do not want to do….

section 2: the inner you: your real motivation (these are contingent upon my approval)
proud and intensely individual, you really want to stand out, to be the very best you can be, and to be recognized and appreciated for your unique contributions. doing something well and being respected for it is extremely important to you, and you cannot tolerate being in the background, taking orders from others, or being “just one of the team”. – team schmeam – you must put your personal stamp on whatever you do, and direct your own course in life. you need to have a place where you can shine, express yourself creatively, and be the one in charge.

i take it with a grain of salt. i dont kno whether half that stuff is tru or not…someones gonna have to tell me b/c i apparently dont kno myself very well. the report’s for kaohsiung, taiwan – 11:00pm august 20th, 1978. so for those who were asking…today’s my birthday. i turned…..18 today.

other fellow 8-20ers include | connie chung, eero saarinen, fred durst (blech), isaac hayes (chocolate salty balls), krs-one, and robert plant.

> bunny astrology signs c/o kozy-n-dan

anyhoo, had din with alice last nite at rairaiken. not only did i get texan walnuts from alice (theyre walnuts right?), but i also got my paper art6. woo! made by friends up at cornell, i had submitted my homage to ping pong greats peco, smile, and china.

u kno…the whole blackout thing was prolly a good thing for the collective fatness of nyc. i mean…it got ppl outta the apt and walking, right? ill bet u ppl from 500 years ago could kick all our asses.

i decided to get some sleep thursday nite during the blackout, since there were no flashlights in my apt (except for our cell phones). but since all the windows were open and i could hear all the partying outside, i got jealous and headed out to look for the parties. after heading down to the street level, up a block, back to my building, into the back patio, and then up to the roof…i couldnt find shit and gave up. grr. where was all the hooting and drinking coming from?? mysteries….

friday i got up and decided that i wanted to bike. so i took a screwdriver and hammer and oh-so-gently fixed the shocks on my bike (theyd been outta commission for 2 months). i headed out on my bike and made my way up to central park for some relaxing non-electricity-dependent fun. actually…by the time i got up to midtown, they had already gotten their power back. bizatches! anyhoo…i biked up, hit the great lawn, and talked on the phone with ags in cali for a while. fish called me up to see what i was up to…whether i wanted to get outta nyc for the day and go tear thru some trails. im like…woo! so i take the path out to newark and we head off to tear thru the trails of the tourne. we have din at panera’s and catch a game of chess (ass-kicked. er…) after getting back to nyc, i bike up to marisol’s and we go have drinkies around hells kitchen.

anyhoos…jus got back from blading with pho down the west side highway. ah…relaxing. except for the odd rainshowers. but whatever. my parents brought me my nike blades last weekend…and i hadnt used them since…college? holy. anyhoo…it felt like i was still in form. i couldnt stop, but who needs to stop? stoppings overrated.

current selection | dj krush – final home feat. esthero
feelin’ | miffed (i erased the original entry! argh!)

i hate typing out alot of shit and then losing it. *shrug* my parents came to see my new apartment yesterday for the first time. so i asked them to bring a few things…

what i asked for
– 1 case of tung-i ramen
– 1 case of apple sidra (yum!)
– my sewing machine, nike blades, and my stereo

what they brought
– 2 cases of tung-i ramen (oh shit)
– 2 cases of apple sidra (oh sh…wait…rock!)
– 7 packs of gyoza
– my sewing machine, blades, and stereo (check)
– 3 of my super-soakers (i kept one)
– random kitchen and bath stuff

now our cupboards are filled to the brim with ramen…and thats jus one case. my hair will be gone in 3 months time. after unloading the stuff, my parents took me and my roomie fonz for lunch. we went to my fav noodle shop, soba-ya since i hadnt been there in months. we all ordered lunch sets…which came out half an hour later. whups. they felt bad about the lateness, so we got free ice cream to boot. woo! we then went shopping at sunrise where i went nuts (since they were paying). after we got back to my apt and my parents headed off, scottie dropped by from yale. rock! actually, he was going to a concert that nite, so he was in the city for the day. which was coo b/c rosen (another hs bud) was dropping by also to discuss my illustrations for his forthcoming book of screwed up fairy tales. wow…mini montville hs reunion. like one of langa’s bbq’s.

i think my dreamcatcher needs a tune-up. the details are already starting to fade, but here goes. me and a group of 4 other wizards are making our way to this large forboding castle in the middle of the nite. we’re all wielding our wands (mine’s duct-taped with silver and tinfoil b/c its aim is off??). theres apparently a crazy ghoul named gaz running loose around the place, and everybody is afraid to go back into the castle until its gone. i suppose we’re wizard ghostbusters. so after we head to the wrong forboding castle (theres apparently 2 next to each other), we head to the right one. we’re approaching it and i point out that gaz is holed up in the top-most portion of the castle, a mini-castle protruding from the top of a spiral tower at the northwest corner of the main castle. its pretty creepy looking…as far as forboding castles go. as we get to the entrance, we have a discussion about how to deal with the ghoul. one of the other wizards (bob?) says that ghouls are like dementors, and that we’ll need a patronus spell to counter them. like those specific potter references? everybody begins to practice their patronus spells as we enter, and i realize that ive forgotten how to cast my patronus. crap. so silver ducks, piggies, and other odd farm animals are flying left and right from the wizards’ wands, and we eventually reach the stairs leading to the tower. i attempt one last time to cast patronus….my wand goes nuts, and i wake up. wtf?

a few m3ntal notes as i was laying in bed holding my non-existent duct-taped wand. id specifically remembered the castle from another dream…but i only recalled this while in the dream. this has happened alot of times before…where while im in a dream, ill recall that id seen a certain house, or location, etc before from a past dream. not from the real world, mind u…but specifically “within the collective dream world” in a sense. but i wouldnt be able to remember what specifically (or at least details of such) after ive woken up….as if the memories were locked specifically within my subconscious, separated from my conscious memory. odd. also, while i was in this particular dream, all the wizarding and potter-specific references and the like seemed common-place. as in, while in the dream, i didnt go “like in potter…lets use the patronus spell.” nope…it jus seemed normal. the mind is too weird. on the even odder note…i cant believe i actually remembered the name of the ghoul as gaz.

i hate i hate i hate pretentious clubs. fuck…if only arson were legal. or at the least dirty beatdowns. today was sallys bday celebrations at eugene. i had jus gotten back from nj (my sis’ bday lunch)…met up with marisol for an early din at yokochos. afterwards we watched madeleine at my apt…and then met up with liz, dora, and alfred at republic for frozen lychee martinis (not as good as angel’s shares) and then we were off to eugene. while waiting in line for the self-important bouncer to let us in, the guy deciding whos breasts were nice enuf to let in pointed me out and said i was underdressed. this is while other mooks in t’s and sneakers are strolling in. to be honest, i wasnt exactly crying. everybody else headed in while i strolled off. alice rings me up and says i should go home, change, and come back. in any normal situation, i wouldve said bollocks to that. but shit…its a bday celebration. argh! so i taxi it back to alphabet city, change into my “all-black all-dirty looks” outfit, and taxi it back. after being deemed pretentious enuf, im graciously let in by the fucking spank-monkey that i will find the address of and torch his fucking apt. it was fun once inside…we had our own little seating section with the rest of the bday crowd. it was like a cornell asian frat and sororities reunion. super. we stayed til 2ish, and then a few of us left and grabbed snackies at l’express. mmm…french toast. oh btw, eugene sucks. die die die!

current selection | bjork – bachelorette
feelin’ | like a monday

mmm….sleepy. super. met up with dora and anna last nite. din was pushed back to dessert since their moving stuff around took longer than originally planned. so we met up in the upper west side at cafe lalo. it was apparently featured in this kaiju movie called you’ve got mail, featuring tom hanks as gojira and meg ryan as mothra. we got drinks and a cheesecake with berries and an amaretto tiramisu to share. yummy. i also ordered apple kristal (juice) which tasted jus like apple sidra! except it was swedish…but i wont hold that against them.

things to do for this week…
01. find sally a bday present
02. pick up shaolin soccer (or an equally good asian movie) for my sis’ bday
03. do laundry

current selection | l’arc~en~ciel – pieces
feelin’ | tuckered out

mmm…chow keuh teow. i luv leftovers. if only all weekends could be like this…woo. half the things on the agenda kinda happened, kinda didnt. i got out of the apt around 2pm…headed to macy’s and picked up a nice soft blanket from the “h” line. walked around some more and hung around union sq, since i hadnt had one of my “marinating in union sq” sessions since i moved. got back to my apt and msg’d jane for a while. i met up with her and her b/f john in williamsburg to eat at sea. i normally stay away from williamsburg…or brooklyn in general since working in brooklyn 5 days a week is enough for me….but sea was very coo. immaculate interior (apparently the same owners as spice in e.village), and our food came in like 2 minutes! jane says thats not normal. i want that buddha. we split up afterwards…i headed back into manhattan and doted around my apt. i then headed to chinatown to check out the mini-gr party at void. lemme jus say that knowing nobody at a party sucks. i kno…ur supposed to be all social and shit and talk to ppl. whatever, u go and try it. after about an hour and 2 gimlets (the second one was vicious!) i left and walked back up to union sq. to wait for jane since she was crashing at my apt. we meet up around 3am and head down to st. marks for late-nite munchies (again…yay!). we headed to yakitori taisho (3 times in 2 weeks…go me) and ordered 5 assorted yakitoris and ika-yaki. we finally head back to my apt around 4am and start watching my sassy girl. things get blurry and trail off around 5 in the morning. oochies.

10:30 sunday morning…we get up and restart the movie. woo. we make it out of the apt by 1:30 and head down to chinatown for brunch at the singapore cafe. we decided sometime between the roti canai and the chow keuh teow that we were going to go on one of those bus tours of nyc on a double-decker. so after brunch we head up to midtown and got on gray line’s “downtown loop” tour that snaked from port authority up to columbus circle, down the west side all the way to battery park, and back up the east side. very coo. we were ducking low traffic lights left and right while munching on snacks from aji ichiban. yum. afterwards we went starbucking and then walked over to grand central. we’re trying out the uptown loop next time janes in town. central park…woo!

current selection | si*se – bizcocho amargo
feelin’ | the opposite of sleepy

mmm….sleeping without an alarm. i luv weekends. so our plans last nite got adjusted a little. we ended up not going to the d+b party. well, actually…we did. but it hadnt started yet…they were late setting up or something. *shrug* me, pho, and pho’s friend peter didnt feel like doting around outside, so we made the decision to head to the les for drinkies. we head to swim since peter hadnt eaten din yet…and oh yea, i wanted sushi. first round consisted of 2 rolls of spicy yellowtail with tempura flakes, a cosmo, a gimlet, and a 007. second round of 2 gimlets and another cosmo. third round of another roll of spicy yellowtail, a vodka tonic, and um…other hazy details. least to say, the waitress was luvin’ us. pho was pounding down the drinks and makin’ me proud. or making me look bad. whichever…s’all good. we left around 3am and headed over to the creperie for late-nite/early-morning munchies. mmm…crepe.

on todays agenda…go to macy’s and look for a nice new blanket (comforter’s killing me), finish rosen’s stories, tentative din with jane, and gr mini-party….

current selection | cowboy bebop – wo qui non coin
feelin’ | okily

ah…thursday already. its thursday, right? went shopping last nite after work for various household accoutrements…then hit up jasmart for some groceries. (6 pack of ramune…woo!) went back home and headed straight to the bathroom, where i proceeded to destroy my scalp with bleach. fun! my hair was looking pretty dark these days, so i thought id kick it back over to the lighter side. oochies…tingly sensations. usually i do 2 runs…the initial bleach, then um…”fixes.” i mean, c’mon, im doing this by myself! with a 3-sided mirror now tho…wow, everythings even! no patches, or stripes, or my personal favorite, “white-outs.” i hate those. lounged around my room afterwards and popped in “attack the gas station“…hoo, those crazy korean kids.

spent the better part of the morning at the goldman sachs project in jersey city. shit, is that place big. i was there to take shots of the curtain wall…pretty swish. jason, the pm who took me there, treated me to some malay in chinatown afterwards too. rock. so lessee…the agenda for the rest of this week. din+drinks (?) with marisol and alice today. d+b party tomorrow with the pho-meister. and possib-ly the mini-gr party saturday. yay!