i'll go through 2 shirts at the gym fully soaked through, i'll break a sweat after 2 minutes walking on the street, on a hot day i'll have a wet hair just sitting on the couch, but in no way do i sweat more than nick....jeezus. nick's shirt was HOSED down....
5 days of china's pampered ktv's didn't rust rich's game one bit....taiwan ladies didn't know what was coming....
if food's not going in....food's a comin' out.
yak yak yak. y'all want pictures?
communal pots...festive feasts...all you can eat...actually...the direct translation would be "eat till full..." i'd prefer to more accurately rephrase the slogan..."eat till you die/puke" definitely think its more fitting...
the former part of my excursion spent in s.e. asia....i frequented quite a few 5* hotel buffets....and eventually it got me hurting and thinking enough to write a good 4 pages in my journal on the art of buffet preparation and strategic attack on the numerous selections of food...mental preparation for meals prior to the feast and cooking prep for the post keeled over meal (for those just in case situations)....in anycase...i'll spare you my futile rant on eating at ur standard buffet because here in taiwan.....this self serve format, i feel, doesn't really apply to the communal hotpot/grill style of "eat till the death"
chopsticks swishing of saliva exchange....
ox tongue is on the grill
sukiyaki
oh....lopppy...this would be cartilage....the white stuff chillin' n' grillin'
long spoons and communal soup....why wouldn't soondoobu be a hit here?
hey beebong -- it's almost as if i really want to be a writer ehh? poignant and lame all at once....it's a skill....
killahbee writes - "did you notice that the majority of your random babble is about food"
my dear brother, other than the fact that blogging revolves around active restrospect of your equidistant life actions, my protruding belly and my bowel regularity (its churning as we speak) should give you some kind of idea as to how the mind of a food freak works....food thoughts before food, food during food, and food after food...sometimes if re-visiting a certain establishment, rather than savouring the meal of the moment, i think forward of the next one only because the memory of what i am eating has already been recorded and replayed at 8x speed allowing mental acitivity to push further for the following meal....GET IT?
and while i'm on the email reply to the public...it's a love song for no one...
"this is a song about uhh...talking to the person that you haven't even met yet....maybe they're rolling in the hay with someone else...but they're not as good as you'll be...just gotta wait your turn...she's out there..he's out there...they're just learning what to contrast you against....."
rebuttal to the lone, whiskey sipping, alientated, bitter woman -- NO,it's by no means a hyperbolic characterization of you. i thought you might enjoy another writers classic description of some alone time before bed, sipping and savouring the liquor, along with a good book .....
bitter and alienated....u added in probably cuz of ur state at the time of ur email. lone - u could refute that word if you wanted to, but you don't. try fiance.com if all else fails.
"And of your writing?For the remainder of your trip (for which you haven given me an ETA for USA), discipline yourself into the writer I think you should be ?published or not. I love to have the historical documentation of where you were in your head for this time. Imagine coming home without the manuscript of your in the moment ?what a shame, no?"
...the writer that you think i should be would encompass...sometimes i feel a certain literary fervor that pushes me along the fringes of an epic BLOG, but quite honestly, thats about it. of course i yearn for the pulitzer to sit on my shelf next to mr nobel, but does generic sarcasm joint with classic 'midlife crisis' of each and every moment' modified by wayyyyy too many adjectives toss me into that pile of "talent" versus "neexxxt"...and to be honest, my thought of the moment has only been conjured by your email. without it, all you readers would probably see a continuoum of pictures and the glories of excessive consumption (FOOD ONLY...for now)....sukiyaki, soondubu, and pictures of JANIE will be posted soon -- those are for u doug...and odd comment that i even received emails about it.
my personal thoughts for the moment are stagnant. i'm no longer the earth prober, im settled in, its a shame not, not to have written down the thoughts, but to have none alltogether....mindless daze?...guess this is where mr johnnie walker is about to kick in for the weekend....i'll try to shave someone else's eyebrow over drinking competition and post my thoughts on that.
oh right...so last night we -- jason, frank, jamesbond, and james bonds' new conquest -- hit up sun yat sen memorial park with 12 beers and a deck of cards...with the innate humor and behavior of the profanest boys in the country, there was no need to take pictures of the lewd behavior only because it will happen in another variation the very next time we meet...so whichever lucky naive mate that decides to join and has a camera can publish the pics...until then, short round of the nights "do as the king tells u" in text - piss piss and more piss, interlocking tongues, sweaty salty face licking, wheelbarrels, forward rolls, pole dancing, porn re-enactment, tongue versus tongue, nose biting, nose swallowing, shoe smelling, armpit hair biting, kissing...oh yea...chugging...
a moment of clarity....
i'm never going to escape the reality that i just like drinking too much!...it's just never going to happen....at least i can't really envision it anytime soon, (i'm one of those people who don't swear off alcohol for eternity amidst the 36 hour hangover only because my stream of conscious pain holds onto that amazing buzz that comes as the byproduct)....in anycase...this post is due to movies and liquor...i miss soju (a note for penpen -- SOJU STRAIGHT and preferably chased with a long metal spoon cradling kimchee jigeh)...and thats cuz i saw a korean movie last night...everytime i see koreans drinking soju in movies...which is EVERY MOVIE....i want to drink some....and tonights reason for a not-gonna-happen sloshfest (because i have to be up early) is cuz i saw "alot like love", once they started pouring the JD, i savoured the pain....the post "AHHHH" yawns...clenched my fists only to say...ONE MORE FOR THE KID IN THE BACK....=)
now in efforts to slim down from 500lbs....i've been thinking that alcohol has been my downfall my weightloss schematic....my triangle of wellness is more of a bipolar pull btwn an alternating negative variable of 2 gym's and the excessive food versus the excessive alky variable....life without that excessive adjective for he who lives like thy lush....would be severely devasting (let it be stated that testosterone rages as a staple on this page -- my comments on other peoples pages stand for that -- so the "sex" need is a given).....regardless....this sober lifestyle....for extended periods of time...is making me ache to plan for tomorrow night....oh its looking like a hungover sunday....which problematically is my grandmother's birthday...along with an early morning at the convention center....
will, i'm sure you can remember all those emails....1 week was 5 days too long without that --when it hits ur lips it tastes sooooo gooood -- "I craved a swig of whiskey, but it was in the knapsack on my back and the idea of twisting around to extract the bottle did not seem altogether wise. Nix on that. So I thought about having a drink instead. A quiet bar, MJQ's Vendome playing low, a bowl of nuts, a double whiskey on the rocks. The glass is sitting on the counter, untouched for a moment, just looked at. Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it's time to drink" - murakami.
back to geetar...someone send me mp3z please...or put me on the get-file list on AIM....a lot like love soundtrack please?......so in your moments when u're quickly trying to hold on to a fleeting thought, does it take that much effort to type grammatically correct? with capitals and periods and comma's? fine, ur one leeway would be phrases are allowed, but has the cyber chat style world made colloquial typing the standard? i used to get snail mail from a friend and she would write...in one long ridiculously run-on-ed paragraph.....maybe thats where i got it from....OH WAIT>..NO ....thanks ann--bolded in case she forgets to read all the text, this will get her....(punch line was premeditated from about 30 words ago -)
oh yes...did i mention im part of a racing team? larrry's my boss....jalanger.com.
cheers.
i am no longer the world traveler...nor am i the resident tourist....i might want to use the word exchange student/study abroad student....but i'm closing in on the word ex-pat....
is it soo bad that i might let about 30 minutes of my day(combined) pass without thinking of food? and here in lies the problem, i'm always itching for the next meal, the next "hit the spot meal" that i'll dwell on the topic for hours lulling over what new cuisine to conquer, to the point that i'll just kind of grab "no-good" stuff to hold me over just in transit till that glorious feast....there have also been times where instead of getting a halfway decent meal....i'll decide to be the college male and gorge on the cold leftovers or turn potato chips into a meal....(my god...when am i going to stop my college reference....i wouldn't be holding onto my glory days but rather trying to postpone responsiblity ehh -- yet another topic to rename the page)....so yes....its 8pm and i've eaten 5 chocolate snacks....3liters of water, 1 caramel macchiatto, and downed some 7-11sesame noodles, only because im waiting for janie to get off work so we can go EAT!
3 movies and 3 trips to chili's last week....awesome!
so really -- what did happen to the book that was supposed to be written? on its way to be written? a collection of autobiographical essays on specifics p.o.v's of the idiocy of my peers, and basically just an eloquent version of this blog!...I DONT KNOW...what did happen? what happened to that bohemian wanderlust too? i'm tired...dont feel like going to class...tired all the time......i just deleted a whole bunch of i dun wanna's....were you an i dun wanna kid?....
do you guys remember that coffee post i made about a year ago? how many coffees i was downing for the month at the rate of 2-3 a day (which included one triple i think), was wondering how much money i would spend starbucks for the month (toffee nut and c.machiatto's)...--charged it all on the MC since i only use the amex....--i'm pretty much on that same spree again...will give an update at the end of the month.
have you guys really forgotten what i look like?
comments have been ridiculous....i look like everyone i post up. - the man in curlers is jason
luxy
it is to be noted that there is an inordinate amount of homosexuals thriving in taipei...and for some reason, they have a certain polarity towards the warner movie area, i'm assuming the lustful homosexual culture alongside the asian internet match.com craze has quietly named warner its MEAT market....rather than bumping into male gay's (quite personally, i get a good enough dose from jeff)...u see female couples froliking amidst the humidity....i'm constantly saying...look at that ugly couple, whilst janie says...lesbians!....here's the toss up: you're due to give asian,---scratch that, the international male a bit more androgenous fashion leeway, but to the point where male and female counterparts are indistinguishable?......"population crisis control ala mr. r. peters"
fooooooooooooD after drinking -- did i ever tell you about the night i ate 5 sandwiches, might be six, 5 eggs with peanut sauce cold noodles and i think one and a half sausages?? i live to eat:
oh man...i'm gonna have to write an ODE TO 711 one of these days. unfortunately they don't have nacho's, chili and cheese here...and oddly enough, i haven't bought a slurpee yet....hmmph...i'll get one today.
aligned stars....2 comments, a drafted email, a testimonial, a sent email, pictures and an IM conversation....making me smile man.....
1. "having subjected the hallucination to this quick and dirty anlysis, i reopened my book. but i was no longer able to concentrate. my life is nothing, i thought. zero. zilch. a blank. what have i done with my life? not a damned thing. i had no home. i had no family. i had no friends. not a door to my name. not an erection either. pretty soon not even a job."
2. "when microorganisms die, they make oil; when huge timbers fall, they make coal. but everything here was pure, unadulterated rubbish that didnt' make anything. where does a busted videodeck get you?"
3. "kindness is manners. it is superficial custom, an acquired practice. not so the mind. the mind is deeper stronger, and i beleive, it is far more inconstant."
4. "plumb"
5. "boxcars of pain"
6. "exhaustion seems to give you a kind of vitality"
7. "chubby girls in pink tend to conjure up images of big strawberry shortcakes waltzing on a dance floor, but in her case the color suited her"
chokolat milk always makes ya feel better.
i want this hair.
making cake...
"that's why we're giving you back your watermelon with an extra thick rind"
esther - "There wasn't a speck of mail in the mailbox. Nor any message on the answering machine. No one had any business with me, it seemed. Fine. I had no business with anyone else either. I took some ice out of the freezer, pouured myself a large quantity of whiskey, and added a splash of soda. Then I got undressed and, crawling under the covers, sat up in bed and sipped my drink. I felt like I was going to fade out any second, but I had to allow myself this luxury. A ritual interlude I like so much between the time I get into bed and the time I fall asleep. Having a drink in bed while listening to music and reading a book. As precious to me as a beautiful sunset or good clean air.
The way i see it, you've got a certain quality. Or else you're missing something.
i wish i was - "I don't understand"...in fact I didnt' understand. On the whole, I"m a regular guy. I say I understand when I do, and I say I don't when I don't. I try not to mince words. It seems to me a lot of trouble in this world has its origins in vague speech. Most people, when they go around not speaking clearly, somewhere in their unconscious they're asking for trouble..."
On 5/4/05, Andrew L. Chan <achan23@yahoo.com> wrote:
Man it looks like achin is gainin weight
my rebuttal -- "Have as many as you like," said the old man. "When you get t'my age, your eatin' declines. Can't eat as much, Can't work as much. But a young person ought t'eat plenty. Eat plenty and fatten up plenty. People nowadays hate t'get fat, but if you ask me, they're looking at fat all wrong. They say it makes you unhealthy or ugly, but it'd never happen t'all if you fatten up the right way. You live a fuller life, have more sex drive, sharpen your wits. I was good and fat when i was young. Wouldn't believe it t'look at me now. HO-Ho-Ho"
regular, creamy or al dente
i'm a big fan of david tao, really i am, just thinking about it now, i really should have gone up to him and asked for a picture or maybe get my breast signed....regardless it didn't happen....and let me tell you why...
one big run on - the fantastic eating foursome (janie,jeff,me,frank) decided to hit up chili's before heading into a 10.50 movie... we were there purely for 2 plates of that volcano dessert concoction which we both devoured in about 5 minutes, with me picking away at the plate the following 5... please also keep in mind that frank destroyed a BK burger whilst waiting to use the ATM machine downstairs....(food is really irrelavent in this story but i feel obligated to inform you of consumption)...to continue, with 20 minutes left and frank NEEDING to see movie previews, we still opted for a quick rush of chili cheese fries...oh they were toite....and during those final shoveling minutes, i turn around and see this short chubby uber local dude stand up and rub his tummy....i'm thinking to myself, jeezus that guy looks soo native...2 seconds later frank hollers "thats tao ze", and low and behold, a herd of locals getting ready to leave - there is mr putongpengyo himself. and what is going through my head? "now there's one aboriginal guy...wait...THERE'S LARRY!"
dear sunil,
be mother effing jealous....
三重is ghetto...but was well worth the trip...=)
Environmental Policy-
White boys love Asian women, and quite frankly, thank god for their unconditional lust for anything slanty-eyed and petite. They offer a recycling service to the nation that is worth invaluable compensation. If only you guys saw the shiite that I saw this weekend at club wax, scratch that, we will together share the fright fest as a forum cuz janie took pictures! She too is on the same bus to hell as I am. =). (Will - she's taking your seat...i'm kicking you off the bus and onto the sinking cloud.) Wax is the typical backpacker hip hop club (not too far off from the ex-pat Asian club), dj china-eurkel changing cd's, scruffy jeaned B.O.'ed white men - one hand on a beer, the other felange working its way over towards a backless top, and of course, these bars ala thailand are filled with more likely the darker skinned asians, a little less fit, needing a little more makeup, a little less clothed, and they've definitely snuck up front and seduced the captain to turnoff the fasten seat belt sign BEFORE takeoff. No wonder it was 500NT for all you can drink.
hardboiled corporeality - this really might be "the end of the world" - your shadow wouldn't be the only thing you wouldn't get back.
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