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current selection | misia – kazenifukarete

kazenifubu…wubu….mouthful eh? odd weekend…per usual. in the past, girls i pursued in my age range always headed towards caustic issues and the such…and girls 5 years my senior couldnt seem to get past ‘friendship’. but younger girls tho…shit, what goes thru their minds?

b4 i get to this weekend, three quick points. first point…in high school, i was asexual. i just didnt think that way. i kno, go ahead…laugh. i shit u not.

second point…last year when i still lived in nj, me and fish were at panera’s doing our usual coffee and chess. this particular one we frequented was usually populated by noisy teenagers…but we didnt mind. as im getting my ass kicked in chess by fish, we notice a group of girls (closer to kids) looking our way. i assume theyre looking fish’s way…since hes quite the handsome chap. we chess on anyhoo to my utter spanking. an hour or so later, they’re leaving and walk past us towards the main entrance (we’re sitting right next to the front window) when theyre outside, one of the girls knocks on the window and starts gesturing and mouthing something while looking at me. im thinking, “you…heart…boobs?” hmm…no, thats not right. after a few minutes, one of her friends comes back in and says “she wants to be you.” i give a dumbfounded look, wondering whether she meant that in an idolistic way, or in a “being john malkovich” way. i smile and say something incoherent. hmm, yea.

third point…sometime after the panera’s incident, me and fish are eating at a nice restaurant when a cute waitress i noticed looking my way, had a waiter friend come over and tell me she thought i was cute. estimated age….under 20? (hear my head swelling yet?) numbers were passed…she never called. *sigh* ok…onto this weekend. its coffee and chess again with fish…this time at starbucks. im really getting royally spanked this time. the usual crowd of noisy teenagers are around. whatever. nothing out of the ordinary. all of a sudden, a girl comes up to me and asks if she can take my picture. per my usual reaction, i go, “um…sure.” im so suave. she snaps the photo, smiles, and leaves. fish is giving me the wry grin and im thinking to myself, “where the hell were you when i was in high school??” ok, illegal thoughts. nevermind…moving on.

enough about girls…
sunday me and fish went biking thru morris twsp in nj. we couldnt find the trails we were originally looking for, but we hit on a park area anyhoo by chance. alot of ppl were out biking, so it was a coo ride thru the woodlands. a few hills, but nothing too strenuous since it was our first biking excursion since last summer. we biked close to 10 miles thru the farmlands and fields. i couldve sworn we were in amish country or something. afterwards, fish dropped me off at the newark path station, and i got to finally bring my bike into the city with me. woo…my baby’s come home.

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wasting time

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current selection | si*se – bizcocho amargo

blah blah…no post. well…id post today, but im going out to take photos soon and id rather spend the time reading online comics. damn, i luv foxtrot. got my japanese import rahxephon dvds last nite. schweet. i say screw american dvds. 5 episodes a disc? at $25 each disc? i dont think so. for that money, id rather jus buy the whole series. anyhoo…basta.

*interlude*

yea, so i luv when plans get poo’d. photo-taking has been pushed to the afternoon. feh. in the meantime, i was looking online for cornell dragon day photos from this year. dragon day…rock. i like the whole knight rider thang its got going….

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new glasses

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current selection | goldie – state of mind

woo! i am no longer blind. picked up my new frames an hr ago and the whole world is clear again…in a figurative, yet literal sense. right. so i learned alot in the last 2 days. it really was a life lesson. i learned that everything looks like blobs when ur blind.

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blind!

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fuck, im blind. on the subway ride down to the giant robot party last nite, a guy stumbled and landed on my face, snapping my glasses. the guy apologized profusely, and wanted to reimburse me for it…but for some reason that felt wrong. so i jus told him it was ok and got off at canal. being blind, i couldnt even figure out which way was north and south. wow…suck. so i meet up with marisol anyhoo and we head into the party. according to her, it was coo. nice crowd, coo multimedia. i wouldnt kno…i could only see blobs of color. ack. i tried to make the most of it…staring blatantly at girls, et al. the downside was that i couldnt tell whether they were cute, dogs, or a sofa. i headed to myoptics this afternoon to try and get replacements asap…but my frames had to be ordered and wouldnt be ready til tuesday. er. 2 days of blindness…god is testing me. yup…god. right.

m3ntal note01
ok, so for some time ive wanted to write abt my roomie, but didnt b/c i didnt want her to accidentally stumble on it. after the nth stupid question/comment tho, i jus had to. for a bit of back info, my roomie (and my current apt) were found on craigs list. so i dunno her that well. she seemed nice enuf when i first met her. little did i kno that shes as dumb as poo. i think it started with her inability to use the remote for my tv. “where is the volume control?” its the button labelled “volume.” theres the infamous “whats a .doc file? is that the same as a word file?” and “how do u refill ur water boiler pot?” by opening the lid and pouring water in, einstein. now i can add a new one from jus 2 minutes ago! “how do laptops run without plugs?” i was going to ask her whether she was kidding…or question her abt the self-validating point of mobility and portability…or jus ask her whether she licked paint chips as a child. then i decided against all of the above and jus replied, “um…batteries.” yet further evidence that chips away at the validity of evolution. *sigh*

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cin3matic contraband – hero

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the much anticipated movie by zhang yimou finally hit the shelves the other day…so um, since i had already broken my no dvd rule before, i was gonna lump this “mistake” as a part of the last one. its jus one long mistake! id actually been following this film for some time now, primarily because my friend ags is the personal assistant of zhang ziyi, so i got coo little field reports occasionally. hi ags!

so where to begin with this. jet li is “nameless”, a lowly lawman who at the beginning of the film has already killed sky, flying snow, and broken sword, 3 assassins who have been after the emperor of china for 10 years. he is granted audience with emperor qin, the first emperor of china, who asks nameless to tell him how he took down 3 assassins that 3000 of his own troops couldnt. the story goes thru a series of flashbacks to nameless taking on each of the assassins. each of the “vignettes” is represented by a dominant color, visually marking each one as distinct. and as each story unfolds, differing interpretations are revealed.

to the people who call this a crouching tiger rip-off….you need to pull your head out of your ass. it should be known that hero is nothing like crouching tiger. besides zhang ziyi and trivial similarities…”look, they fight…and stuff!” there is little to nothing that ties the two movies together. at this point in my little review, i wouldve gone into an exposition of the themes and ideas blah blah blah. but that requires alot of typing. (and this film shouldnt even be one to warrant such heavy dialogue) ill instead jus go directly into what i found most enthralling. namely…its fight scenes and cinematography. that is why we watched it, right? dur. the whole movie is one long fight scene, with 5 minute bathroom breaks between each one. they are amazing. actually, they’re fucking amazing. they duel with their swords, their bodies, and their minds. flying thru the air as their blades hum, they know that they need only one strike to kill their opponent. what makes each fight scene become so engaging tho is the exquisite cinematography of the always amazing, always drunk, chris doyle. each frame composites the fighters amongst the details of their surroundings, whether it be swirling leaves, subtle rain drops, or a quiet lake. with each dominant color of the vignettes, its as if the setting itself washes its colors over the fighters, bathing them in its hues. there are times when english just does not contain appropriate adjectives to convey a meaning, and this is one of them. just watch the film and let your eyes talk to your mind. itll whisper “holy shit.”

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locks are stupid

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current selection | cyndi lauper – goonies r good enough

woo…rockin’ the old school. damn, goonies was a fine movie. so much for cutting back on eating out. yesterday was supposed to be happy fun cook cook day. headed to sunrise after work…picked up some chinky food, and then headed back to my apt. im standing in front of my door, fumbling for my keys, when i realize…hmm, lotsa dimes and quarters. um. so its slowly dawning on me that my keys are still on my desk…at work…in brooklyn. fuck. i sit there in front of my door for abt 15 min, ringing the doorbell and calling my roomie (who doesnt have a damn cell these days??). i didnt want to head far b/c, well…i have this big bag of groceries im carrying around. i eventually give up and head over to blue 9 to grab a burger…with my big bag o’ groceries. ouchies. i take my time eating each fry (freedom fries mind u, not french) and munch the burger slowly…calling my apt every half hr. i eventually finish eating and head over to virgin mega…with my big bag o’ groceries. oochies. im contemplating ways of breaking into my own apt…mebbe crawl up the adjacent fire escape….or pick the front locks. hmm…that might look a little sketch. i dun get into my apt til 9:30pm. fugaz. so last nite sucked a big one. eh.

and now, an homage to the great data….

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mmm….donuts

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current selection | derek dahlarge – shades of rhythm

good god…the rahxephon movie will be out in japan in april. damn this whole time…thing, and…the waiting…thing. argh.

on a complete tangent….anyone whos fascinated with theoretical cosmology should read this. who’da thought…homer simpson was right. the universe is all abt donuts. according to the article, cosmologists are theorizing that the universe may be a finite space encapsulated in a 3-torus…a donut shape wrapped 3-dimensionally. which, beyond what the article discusses, fascinates me infinitely. its essentially defining our existence within a geometry. albeit a “geometry” beyond the normal conventions. but its still a finite space. which begs to ask…what if one were able to tear thru the fabric of our universe? what “exists” outside of our definable space? chaotic energies? the boundaries of another defined existence? monkeys playing jai alai? one wonders. the article also goes on to discuss relevant topics, like the string theory and such. 10-dimensions….submicroscopic dimensional loops…rock. if i were smarter, id want to be an astrophysicist.

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boooored

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current selection | supercar – strobolights

day two of solitary confinement. *sigh* the prez and vp are nowhere to be seen now either. so its actually jus me and my 3-months-past christmas tree. had an unplanned din last nite with jane (aka.small korean girl) who made a surprise visit to nyc. well…not so much a surprise as for business…but the call was a happy surprise. and b/c im so full of new and exciting places to eat….we end up at yakiniku west. yea…go originality. whatever…the place is still damn good. anyhoo…afterwards, i give her the obligatory tour of my apt (last time we hung out was right b4 i moved in), and then we jet up to midtown to meet a friend of hers who was in nyc for business also. we grab drinks and bites at zanzibar, which im partial to for their yum mojitos and cushy stools. after that…its off to grand central to send jane back to the confines of connecticut. poor jane. poor poor jane. (note: theres nothing wrong with connecticut.) poor jane.

and now, the following pic jus b/c i like pics with each post.

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lone star state

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current selection | dj shadow – …meets his maker

no reason for the “current selection” thing…it doesnt “reflect” my mood or anything as contrived as that. it does however take up 2 lines…woo. im sitting here in the office…working on half-projects i cant finish b/c the two other ppl in my dept. are on vacation! argh. i cant finish anything, and i end up jumping from work to work to amuse myself. im actually researching the town i used to live in in texas at the moment. g-meister down in austins gonna take a trip over one of these days to relive my youth and take photos for me. ah…my youth. square-dancing…fake saloon doors…school functions called “shindigs”….and those half-circle banner/flags u always see hanging on the walls in every single stereotypical southern movie. word.

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*snooooooze*

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current selection | bach – orchestral suite no.3 in D

its one thing to be accustomed to ur plans going poo…but its kinda even more eery when plans go accordingly…complex ones too. as if the world preferred stupidly complex over happy simplicity. anyhoo…during the week, me, fish, and fonz had been planning for some tea and chess for sat….jus for shits and giggles. getting everybody to coordinate tho…thats bleh. so i call up fonz first. he makes his way over from hoboken, and we lunch on chow kueh tow at the singaporean cafe. after eating too much, we scour c-town for over-priced import toys and obscure asian cinema. fish finally gets off work and makes his way into manhattan…so we meet up at my apt and then head up to the tea box at takashimaya. after 2 pots of green tea and an embarrassing game of chess, we wander around midtown, and then receive word that the almighty langa will make an appearance soon too. huzzah! we head down to go in st marks for some japanese luvin’ and get seated shortly after langa arrives. everything is eerily compliant and non-stressful. im guessing the gods of pooing-on-my-plans let up this one weekend. after din, fish heads off…and the rest of us head up to the upper west-side to hit an irish pub w/friends of langa. yea, i kno…i dont like pubs in general…but hey, its for friends. i got to be the snob dressed all in black in the corner glaring at everyone. that lasted til 3ish…and i jus slept my way thru sunday. yea…so thats it. no clever conclusion.