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even tho i already posted a bo-ra tribute last wednesday, marisol reminded me yesterday of the original bo-ra tribute from years ago that i had completely forgotten about…the original BETTY SAGA *saga…saga…echo….* from the heyday of 2002 (originally from our msn group and before this blog)…bo-ra as a ninja, pippin, a jedi, and so much more. word yo…bo-ra in da house!

ADDENDUM
hmm…now that i think about it, this is probably what tien was referring to in the comments section. yo tien, completely forgot about these, so i had no idea what you were alluding to. your memory’s better than mine.

> RING!!!

i think i should preface this entry with a statement. i am a dumbass. i am infinitely oblivious and am in serious need of a refresher course in “you fucking idiot, shes flirting with you.” right then, rewind back to friday. what did i do friday? oh right, miho’s live set. me, marisol, kev, and betty met up to check out miho (ex-cibo matto) at tonic. a country blues band came on first at 9, and miho came on at 10ish. the set was pretty coo…very chill, but my dinky digital canon couldnt get a single decent shot of the band…grr. stupid zoom. bettys bro met us up afterwards and we ended the nite at verlaine with drinky drinks.

SATURDAY
fish was coming off the injured list, so we chose a relatively calm ride for satty. we made our way out to the delaware river for some easy trails, starting in lambertville. the trails along the delaware river ride along old canals and train tracks on both sides of the river. so we took the trails northward alongside the old canals…easy and scenic. three bridges and eight miles north we crossed over to pennsylvania at bulls island and then took the trails south along the penn side canals. the penn side was nicely demarcated with red clay dust along the trails that clinged to everything, unlike the gray shale of the jersey side. super. another eight miles south, we hit new hope, the town across the river from lambertville. after a relaxing pitstop at the local starbucks (there really is one everywhere) we continued south another seven miles, crossed back to jersey, and made our way back north to lambertville. thirty miles…whew. it was running a bit late, so we caught a quick din at this (ridiculously nice) local restaurant…the landing…and then headed out.

DUMBASS
we decided to grab coffee and chess at our summit starbucks. fish was in the starbucks grabbing our drinks and i was sitting outside setting up the chessboard when i notice a really cute girl drinking inside with some people. i glance up again a few minutes later and all of a sudden shes outside standing next to me. she comments on the chessboard and asks if i was good at chess. i reply that i was so-so, so she goes, “oh, im reeeeeally good at chess.” i go, “really? thats coo. so, doooo…you wanna play?” she goes, “sure!” and hops onto the chair across from me. she takes white, and a few minutes later her kings dead. super. i swear i thought she was for real, and i didnt mean to lay the chess smackdown so harshly. and by the way, im playing this straight and absolutely nothings registering in my mind…in case you were wondering. regardless, the naivety continues when i go ahead and play another game with fish as the girl chats with her friends one table over. my mind is still running with the lights out even as she occasionally tosses over a wave. ok, i just have to stop this recap here…its embarassing. ill just say that things didnt start registering til i was halfway back to manhattan. did i mention she looked like natalie portman? somebody please kick me in the balls.

im kind of conflicted right now. im wondering whether i should be flattered, miffed, or half-miffed by this semi-plagiarism…or just slightly disturbed by how many narcissistic model shots this dude has on his journal. “look at me flexy pecs. see how they dance for yooou…” it all goes back to the gay or asian post…which for the most part i got used to people linking to my image. but this dude…as he posted about the topic, cribbed text from my post and modified it. for instance…

me
“the april issue of details magazine apparently has this absolutely fascinating piece entitled gay or asian?, which seeks to break down the subtle details of your average asian guy, along with their inherently gay qualities.”
him
“Details magazine apparently has a piece entitled Gay or Asian?, which tries to describe the details of your average asian guy, along with their supposed inherently gay qualities.“
me
“while the piece in and of itself is unintelligible drivel, the stupid little chinoiserie-esque and oriental references denote a pathetic exoticization (yellow fever maybe?) of asians.”
him
“While the piece in and of itself is totally ignorant, it is somewhat funny if it were told over a beer at a bar.“
me
“im not usually one to get puffy over asian stereotypes and whatnot, since i have cited them in the past…and especially if theyre true. but this…i dont even know where this asscrap came from. ryan seacrest hair? evisu jeans? metallic sneakers?”
him
“I’m not usually one to get annoyed over Asian stereotypes, since i have cited them in the past…and especially if they’re true… but this shit is ridiculous. Ryan Seacrest hair (like the motherfucker invented this hairstyle)? evisu jeans? metallic sneakers?“
the term is “puffy” yo. “annoyed” just sounds too pedantic. word of advice: please choose an actually decent writer next time you decide to plagiarize. or half-plagiarize…whatever it is you want to call this. while lifting images from my site doesnt surprise me, lifting posts from me is like jacking a kia. why?

sidenote | aside from the hundred-some shots of him flaunting his chiseled nipples, whats up with the looks he gives? its like blue steel versions 1 thru 50. hi, please blindfold me with dental floss, thank you.

i dont usually like to show off my sexy legs on my blog, but i thought id put this up…since i know greg likes to look at mens legs. the week-long portion of having to treat my tat with vitamin a+d is almost over, so i thought id leave the bandages off today. they were actually really on just so the tat wouldnt stain my pants or white bedsheets (they did anyway). but now that the inks set in, bandages are unnecessary. notice the shine off my smooth shaven leg, which for gods sake i hope the hair grows back soon….

[ current selection | emiliana torrini – unemployed in summertime ]
[ feelin’ | swish ]

thanks to marisol for directing me to this recent article from the washington post…an article about the “boy-friend“. ah, the two magical words that will probably haunt me for the rest of my life. the article takes a look at another article that ran in the daily collegian of umass…written by one matt brochu. in it, brochu touched upon the oft-cited, but rarely discussed “friend-crush“. when you (most likely male) start developing feelings for another friend (female…generally). the post article looks at why brochus’ article (which received a staggering amount of feedback) touched a nerve with so many unspoken people, and why exactly guys can fall so hard for another friend.

the reason m pointed this article out to me was because gosh, this is the story of my life. and while its comforting to know that an infinite number of guys out there are sitting in the same boat, i wonder what percentage of them have made it habitual. my problem is that by my inherent nature, i find that attraction stems from getting to know someone…so much in fact that attraction doesnt even surface til i get to know them (and usually unexpectedly). this in and of itself is already the root of a problem…attraction surfacing when its well into the “good friend” realm and a relationships already a dodgy proposition. this of course hasnt stopped me in the past from trying (and failing), and has essentially led me to my present sardonic mentality. ah memories. so i thought id list some of the more notable friends-turned-issues from my past. granted this might be a little awkward for some people who recognize themselves in the story (since im still friends with a number of them), but i think itd be a healthy airing of past circumstances.
*not their real names…dur.

nora | one of my first high school crushes. this was actually a prototypical situation, since i had a crush on her the second i saw her sometime in sophomore year. we became friends, and i continued to crush her…even when she started going out with a buttshroom. i never told her tho…poot.
anna | also known to many as “that second-year girl“. essentially the worst-case scenario because we were best friends…oops. anyone knows that these are usually the ones that can potentially fall the hardest…and it did. it was also decidedly more complex than a simple “lets be friends” situation. well, live and learn right? it was years before i started talking to her again.
lara | you know, its not that im a complete idiot…i do learn from my past mistakes. i swear. so even tho we became friends my third year of college, i tried to find an opportunity to let her know how i felt. but then she headed off to italy for a semester…so i impulsively had roses sent to her in italy for valentines. awkwardness ensues, and i get the “better off as friends” line. ah well, it turns out she was right tho you know. we’re better friends now.
nel | technically, this was a mistake to begin with. all my friends told me so, but did i listen? of course not, im too stupid. i did however tell her how i felt early on, so that was always out in the open. except somehow, in spite of that, the situation still stretched itself out for about half a year til one party (me) got fed up with the open-endedness of it all and walked away from the whole situation, friendship and all.

so whats the conclusion to all this? for fucks sake, who knows? people will always do what they instinctively do, and are hopefully able to control their emotions half the time. alot of people tell me that i should just change my methods. but in the end, even having gone thru all these situations…i dont think it will ever be about whether someone changes their methodology, but more to do with how they deal with it when things dont go their way.

> boy-friend article
> original article by matt brochu