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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Taking Algebra

Location: a yoga mat in 10
Mood: ambitious
Music: move on, Second best is never enough

Been working out for about 90 minutes a day for the past several weeks. Trying to turn back the clock, I suppose. It's tiring but the thought that 50's only 13 years away from me's a bit hard to take.
Have y'noticed that your parents spend more on stuff than when you were a kid? Like your pop buys a huge colour TV but when y'were a kid, he made do with the old set?

It's cause when you're younger, y'got more time than y'got coin. Then, after a while, it flips in your head and in real life.

In that weird middle place now, where the two're equally important. Dusted off my manuscript again cause I hear the devil breathing down my neck and think that I gotta get myself in gear.

So I sit down with my six cupsa joe and do

subject-verb-object
subject-verb-object

over-n-over again until I run outta subjects, verbs, and objects - or coffee.

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Not a baseball guy but watch for 22 seconds?

Music: move on, Second best is never enough
YASYCTAI: Dust off that project of yours and give it another whirl. (time/2 pts)

Labels: dialogue, writing

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Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Details in my eye

Location: my pad all day
Mood: melancholy
Music: We stood so tall we caught a plane by the wing and held it

Spent last Friday bouncing around a farm in upstate NY in the rain. Funny thing was that the price for 3,441,240 SF farm is about the same as my 1,700 SF apartment.

Came back to hit up a birthday party for my bro at a karaoke joint. Friends, pizza, rum - what's there not to like? Afterward we went to this rooftop bar in midtown. My liver and I're on speaking terms again so took it easy.

Feel bad that I didn't have enough time to spend with my bro but was glad to see him when I could.

Told onea our close friends and favourite people that when I was 14, I was 5'3" and 185 pounds. And she told us that she had a little sister that she lost when the sis was 19. Dunno how y'make it past something like that; how do you overcome that blow?

Let's you and I never find out, yeah?

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I can only hope

that Some day, some day,

not quite so far away,

the contrails in the sky

match the details in my eye

and I'll be who

I'm meant to be.

You see,

I do believe I would be free

if only these memories would leave.

But then the places of my past

contrast the faces of my mind.

So then I think of them,

and they of me.

Well,

I can only hope.

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Just screwing around with HTML, folks.

And now, a ~~duck~~ goose:

YASYCTAI: Get to where you're going tomorrow in a completely different way. (dunno/0.5 pts)

Labels: blue sky, hope, writing

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Thursday, May 14, 2009

Hardboiled

Location: 14:00 yest, 86th and Columbus
Mood: oddly hungry
Music: minutes, it's been days, it's been all I will remember

Me: Can we tell people that I'm good at math? They'd believe that cause I'm Asian.

Her: What are my people known for?

Me: Um, colonizing minorities, spheres of influence, plying my people with opium, the usual.

Her: Not my people. We were too busy dying of potato famine.

Killed a fly today by kicking it as it landed on the wall. Felt very proud. I'm sure it means little to you, but I'm 36. Being fast enough to kill a fly on the wall with your feet is a big thing to me.

Really gotta get out more.

Speaking of getting out, and to continue from the previous post, last night, took Heartgirl to Kuma Inn where we downed some excellent Filipino food - if you're gonna go, you need reservations, then you got 90 minutes to eat. If you're going on a date, bring your own bottle of wine (no rum allowed, I'm afraid) and ask for the corner table.

She and I played hooky today and we sat in the sun for some Mexican food. Later that night, saw Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist.

The real Nick and Nora were based on a old book/movie called The Thin Man. If you like how I write, consider reading some hardboiled crime drama. It's what I actually write when I'm not writing this blog.

Dunno if I ever told you that.

Been working on a novel for eight years. Really should tie that up. You'd buy a copy, yeah?

YASYCTAI: Go for a walk if it's sunny. There're never enough sunny days. (30 mins/1 pt)
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Labels: dating, dialogue, New York City, writing

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Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Hoops

Location: 19:23 yest, Riverside Park doing taiji and not picking up a blonde
Mood: grateful
Music: on the faces of people going by I see friends

Saw my parents the other day and my mom was still outta sorts. So she picked herself up a hula-hoop. Said that she hadn't used one in like 40 years. But she's proud cause she can do it like 200 times. Gotta say, I was impressed.

As I write this, she's singing What A Wonderful World in the other room. I smile cause she's getting better and shut off the TV to listen.

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Read all the comments from my last post and Sarcasticserum said that I have my own little internet cheering section. That made me laugh.

S'fair trade: I give the you spectacle of my ridiculous life and you sit and read. A comment or two couldn't hurt.

Still, what's more boring than a non-womanizing, womanizer? But, hope you stick around anyway. Cause it's always the supporting cast that really makes the show worth ~~watching~~ living.

Hazel: Good luck, Logan. I'm hoping that whatever you have with Heartgirl is...exactly what you want it to be. (pause) You should put away my toothbrush. You need to make room for hers.

Blue: I wish you were my person...mostly because I want to meet him already. But if you're not my person, maybe you're my people. It's hard finding good people.

You can never have enough good people. And it's worth going through all the hoops to find them.

Thanks for reading and being on my side.

YASYCTAI: Speaking of supporting cast, remember my buddy that told me about the tasteful nude photos - well he's a designer by trade, read his design blog at www.rickywong.com. (1 min/0.5 pts)

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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

We know...

Location: 22:00 yest, walking down Broadway
Mood: still in pain
Music: And now I'm never gonna get to sleep

Me: Wait, did I make a pass at you the other night?

Her: (thinking) No.

Me: (relived) Thank goodness...

Her: I know!

Meet a pretty German girl Monday night on the way home. Woulda asked for her info but, as I said, I'm distracted. Naja, I say, angenehm...tschüss.

Get home, shower and run out the door to meet up with LisaV. We're supposed to go to a church function but she can't get outta work so we meet up at Mooncake Diner. It's packed so we bounce to Excellent Pork Chop House for take out and head back to her place where her roommate's painting. We inhale it all over conversation and a glass table. Surprisingly, it's actually excellent.

Head out to meet up with an old friend but we can't coordinate so I swing by Rain's for some scotch. A photoshoot's going on with some models so I take a few pics of them and his new canine friend before taking the long walk home.

Tuesday? Tuesday was a whole 'nother story.

Too many faces and places in my head.
Some I wish would stay away.
Some I wish would stay this way.
With my luck, the ones I want to stay will go.
And the ones I want to go...we know...

Labels: dialogue, long walk home, New York City, NYC, random meetings, writing

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