Maybe I wouldn have been able to blog anyways cuz during my 3 hour layover at lax, inch came to meet up with me and we caught up over 3 beers in 55 minutes. Catching up these days for me, is basically just a live rendition of my blog, ranting with those same thesaurus adjectives, retelling the stories of indulgence in technicolor. you're bound to get a heavy hand gestured animated and scripted version titled "makings of a star". Hahaha think I call myself a star in training cuz will got it ingrained in my head when we were roommates (son of a star ergo....). Talk about narcicisstic. Yea yeasia version of the xfl e hate me?
The lax-tpe plane was delayed a good hour for engineering issues but that didn bother a drunken me. I passed out and was only awoken when the EFFING KID BEHIND ME STARTED KICKING AS IF THE BACK OF MY SEAT WAS A PINATA. Man would have taken pictures of him and his parents and just publically abused the family online. Somehow even with the epileptic seat, I did manage to get in, stomp the yard, holy dad(Korean), letters from iwo jima, music & lyrics. there's this quote from music and lyrics that was saying how melody is the initial attraction, a great sound that captures your heart, but then it's the lyrics that really opens up and lets you love the song....poignantly fitting for me, because im a melody person....and i try hard to get into lyrics but it never sticks naturally. im emotionally unavailable for personal interests now? interesting.
online moleskine.
nd so it begins. five thousand feet soaring into clouds and towards the next phase of my life, smushed between a smelly heug and an overworked blonde in a blazer. Six fifty one pm est and five hours away from LAX, and here beginning of my attempt to blog constantly on the flight. Im on msword, it might force me to be more grammatically correct, less verbose and generally and hopefully more aesthetically eloquent. I love this laptop. I urge everyone to get it. And im falling into its cyber realm where cyber persona is overtaking the actual. There probably a physics formula you can apply to social sciences. Afterall. Wee all interetwined in this mesh of metaphysical metaphors aren we?
Ie been thinking of what to write for a few days now. Especially being that Ie postponed my flight about 4x just in the past week. Some people space out and stare at the road, squinting into sunlight and disappear. Others stress about every upcoming event in their life. I however, find the notion to notice idiosyncratic patterns in everything all for the purposes of posting online. Dork yes? But good practice for the journalist prowess. Anyways, I thought I would spend the time to write a novel or a memoir about us. Turning everyday blogs into an anecdotal movieline, something people will relate to and find utterly amusing regardless of your affinity towards the inane and alcoholic.
A lot of my writing inspiration comes purely from watching and being critical of us. It become fabled folklore when I look back at some of the things Ie written or the stories that have surived the mental blurr of hangover mornings.
5 minutes elapsed. and twiddling fingers.
I thought I could just sit here and blog about nothings. Ranting and complaining about nothings. Maybe even conjuring up some exaggerations of the annoying baby crying in the background that strikingly looked like bj Armstrong during the first bulls championship run. Or maybe the man sitting next to me who barely fits in his seat and is oozing new york black over the arm rests where the only visible joint is highlighted by the questionably sparkly watch crying for metallic stretch marks of help. Ahhnd of course a post millennia dillon mckay just walked past me emanating musky lau de toilette which might fog up the sunglasses he must have forgotten to unstitch when entering the ark?cabin. By the way, who wears their ipod to the bathroom? But hey, why hate on him, he trying to look good for the percentage chance of meeting a cutie on the plane. After all, aren plane rides one of the top places to meet your match right under weddings, reunions, company parties, and church? Match your meat? Jet setting compatibility, a swagger amongst the altitude elite, and a certain feeling that everyone is looking around just to look around. I know I am. But this time, im sitting here and my arse is getting numb, tummy folding over the belt, jeans a bit tighter and regretting the past 6 months of luscious consumption. Last nights indulgence in the irish delicacy of guiness with kahlua and baileys and jameson bombed into it is definitely sitting luciously in the mid section. (I just had to take my phone, wallet and passport out of my jeans to make more room for the expanding thighs, being big is uncomfortable especially if ue still wearing ur old skinny clothes) Ahh, it back to work and it dawned upon me that the reigns of discipline should be on display the next 3 weeks to go CRASH, shed the weight and get to work. "stardom does await afterall"
Don get me wrong, there been zero regret on the consumption because it correlates to the leaps and bounds Ie developed as a person the past few months. I feel as though Ie catered to certain aspects of me that Ie been voluntarily neglecting causing an uneven keel of emotions and perspective. Ie purposely been more open with my introspections, taking a page from victor in his line of symposium-esque of conversational development.. fueling aspects of my interests and coming to terms with the shyness of publicly announcing it. just as i was slowly coming into my own, it dawned on me that it was time to leave.
It always weird to leave. And maybe in my heart I knew I would drag it on for 6months to really cater to some of the past 2.5 years of nostalgia that Ie kept tucked away in the inner city of Taipei nightlife. My lifestyle of jokes drugs and drinks are specific to the selected comfort zone, anyone else is hard pressed to match the dynamic intensity that is us. Im going to miss everyone, and already missing people. wee gone out hard the past week, so a heavy night out on the town wasn an option when approached with the timeless question hat do you want to do for your farewell?nbsp; I quickly responded?uhh?I want to see john piss on hoan, frank take his shirt off, victor snore salami, chomo and his eyepatch?.
What I thought was going to be an easy going night capped off with, lets get one drink downstairs and call it a night. Shots and carbombs, duane reade garbage bags and trading shirts in the bathroom all added to our archetypical Tuesday.
"Uuuu betcha!!!"
I love my sister, she soo cute. She like this fireball of energy and my biggest cheerleader. Round bubbles of spunk that always got my back. i said 'uuuu beettchha' to myself, it just made me laugh. i miss her. and as an asterisk - Personally I think she one? but wel see?hehehe.
Okay. It always makes for better writing to hate. I just spent lunch racially hating on the race miss anorexic believes to be the culprits of new york city dirtiness. I mean honestly, are feel good stories really that witty to read? Maybe its just me. Preaching tales of omens and "should and should nots" never interest me. non fiction trials and tribulations are good in the adversity chapters, the feel good parts are just a formality to find a coda to the tale. But I love the pompous condemning of masses. Bourdain should really stick to writing and not narrating. His show narrative almost seems over the top, redundant and trying to hard sarcasm. Im hating a hater. Look at that!....hahahao WHY are there only stewards serving me right now? I mean I don want to fall asleep from travel fatigue and wake up to a dude? Im sure women feel the same way, because a gentle easy on the eyes woman is much more pleasing to groggily wipe your eyes to regardless of the timezone. oh, u women are arguging for a studly steward? Come on, there a reason theye stewards I guess?most of the ones I can recall on the asian airlines are homos. Equal opportunity my nuts.
Man, if four hours is proving this painful, I don know how the other eleven will be. I can only hope that simon decides to come out of his cousins birthday dinner early and rescue me from the doldrums of static sobriety. what a distressed sense of reality. Sedentary sobrietyctually kind of paradox if you ask me. I not hungry right now but I want to eat and the gluttony of the past few months has totally burgeoned the rip in my self discipline. I can only imagine what things will be like when I get back.
need ideas to Decorate apartment.
Ie been thinking of what to write for a few days now. Especially being that Ie postponed my flight about 4x just in the past week. Some people space out and stare at the road, squinting into sunlight and disappear. Others stress about every upcoming event in their life. I however, find the notion to notice idiosyncratic patterns in everything all for the purposes of posting online. Dork yes? But good practice for the journalist prowess. Anyways, I thought I would spend the time to write a novel or a memoir about us. Turning everyday blogs into an anecdotal movieline, something people will relate to and find utterly amusing regardless of your affinity towards the inane and alcoholic.
A lot of my writing inspiration comes purely from watching and being critical of us. It become fabled folklore when I look back at some of the things Ie written or the stories that have surived the mental blurr of hangover mornings.
5 minutes elapsed. and twiddling fingers.
I thought I could just sit here and blog about nothings. Ranting and complaining about nothings. Maybe even conjuring up some exaggerations of the annoying baby crying in the background that strikingly looked like bj Armstrong during the first bulls championship run. Or maybe the man sitting next to me who barely fits in his seat and is oozing new york black over the arm rests where the only visible joint is highlighted by the questionably sparkly watch crying for metallic stretch marks of help. Ahhnd of course a post millennia dillon mckay just walked past me emanating musky lau de toilette which might fog up the sunglasses he must have forgotten to unstitch when entering the ark?cabin. By the way, who wears their ipod to the bathroom? But hey, why hate on him, he trying to look good for the percentage chance of meeting a cutie on the plane. After all, aren plane rides one of the top places to meet your match right under weddings, reunions, company parties, and church? Match your meat? Jet setting compatibility, a swagger amongst the altitude elite, and a certain feeling that everyone is looking around just to look around. I know I am. But this time, im sitting here and my arse is getting numb, tummy folding over the belt, jeans a bit tighter and regretting the past 6 months of luscious consumption. Last nights indulgence in the irish delicacy of guiness with kahlua and baileys and jameson bombed into it is definitely sitting luciously in the mid section. (I just had to take my phone, wallet and passport out of my jeans to make more room for the expanding thighs, being big is uncomfortable especially if ue still wearing ur old skinny clothes) Ahh, it back to work and it dawned upon me that the reigns of discipline should be on display the next 3 weeks to go CRASH, shed the weight and get to work. "stardom does await afterall"
Don get me wrong, there been zero regret on the consumption because it correlates to the leaps and bounds Ie developed as a person the past few months. I feel as though Ie catered to certain aspects of me that Ie been voluntarily neglecting causing an uneven keel of emotions and perspective. Ie purposely been more open with my introspections, taking a page from victor in his line of symposium-esque of conversational development.. fueling aspects of my interests and coming to terms with the shyness of publicly announcing it. just as i was slowly coming into my own, it dawned on me that it was time to leave.
It always weird to leave. And maybe in my heart I knew I would drag it on for 6months to really cater to some of the past 2.5 years of nostalgia that Ie kept tucked away in the inner city of Taipei nightlife. My lifestyle of jokes drugs and drinks are specific to the selected comfort zone, anyone else is hard pressed to match the dynamic intensity that is us. Im going to miss everyone, and already missing people. wee gone out hard the past week, so a heavy night out on the town wasn an option when approached with the timeless question hat do you want to do for your farewell?nbsp; I quickly responded?uhh?I want to see john piss on hoan, frank take his shirt off, victor snore salami, chomo and his eyepatch?.
What I thought was going to be an easy going night capped off with, lets get one drink downstairs and call it a night. Shots and carbombs, duane reade garbage bags and trading shirts in the bathroom all added to our archetypical Tuesday.
"Uuuu betcha!!!"
I love my sister, she soo cute. She like this fireball of energy and my biggest cheerleader. Round bubbles of spunk that always got my back. i said 'uuuu beettchha' to myself, it just made me laugh. i miss her. and as an asterisk - Personally I think she one? but wel see?hehehe.
Okay. It always makes for better writing to hate. I just spent lunch racially hating on the race miss anorexic believes to be the culprits of new york city dirtiness. I mean honestly, are feel good stories really that witty to read? Maybe its just me. Preaching tales of omens and "should and should nots" never interest me. non fiction trials and tribulations are good in the adversity chapters, the feel good parts are just a formality to find a coda to the tale. But I love the pompous condemning of masses. Bourdain should really stick to writing and not narrating. His show narrative almost seems over the top, redundant and trying to hard sarcasm. Im hating a hater. Look at that!....hahahao WHY are there only stewards serving me right now? I mean I don want to fall asleep from travel fatigue and wake up to a dude? Im sure women feel the same way, because a gentle easy on the eyes woman is much more pleasing to groggily wipe your eyes to regardless of the timezone. oh, u women are arguging for a studly steward? Come on, there a reason theye stewards I guess?most of the ones I can recall on the asian airlines are homos. Equal opportunity my nuts.
Man, if four hours is proving this painful, I don know how the other eleven will be. I can only hope that simon decides to come out of his cousins birthday dinner early and rescue me from the doldrums of static sobriety. what a distressed sense of reality. Sedentary sobrietyctually kind of paradox if you ask me. I not hungry right now but I want to eat and the gluttony of the past few months has totally burgeoned the rip in my self discipline. I can only imagine what things will be like when I get back.
need ideas to Decorate apartment.
ho are you you? I don even know you anymore?snicker
a, I dunno, it just happened?he tries to down play it.
he hot man, go for it."
a, I dunno, it just happened?he tries to down play it.
he hot man, go for it."
8 comments:
You'll have to hunt for it yourself... because I'm sick
And I'm using that excuse for every single piece of 'extra work' put before me, all weekend.
"Amanda, go serve the customers""But I'm sick!"
ditto on being a melody person!
damn you actually say up during your flight to write and watch all them movies?!?!?!?!? lawdddd......i've flown to taipei from the u.s. twice, and everytime.....ZzzZzzZzZzZZzZZzZzzZzzZzzZzZZzZzzZzZZzZz......[snore snore] alll 12 hrs through! and also plus flight from houston to lax....ZzzZzzZzZZz....i donno why, as soon as i board.....i sleep! well either way, glad to see ya trip was safe, see you august? hehe
This post was considerably more readable than your norm. And its kind of funny to think that I am from a stastical standpoint, your #1 fan. Hahahaha.
geez... yeah i hate the humidity! it's been raining a lot... =( how's the weather in taipei? i'd like to visit one of these days.
aWWWWW.. can i get a HUG??? you love mEEE???? No wonder why you were asking me what to wear on the plane.. so you can see if you can meet your potential mate huh? well dont worry.. i do it too!!! but if your beautiful to begin with why even bother dressing up? Ooo yeah.. i know why.. cause your cHUBBBY!! you need to try and mask those chubby thighs!!! muahhahahaAWWWWWWI MISS YOU TOO!!!!(you forgot to mention that you miss me.. but i'll just take it as it comes.. ) love you guah!!!!tell TP to get ready!!! JOSE CHIn is coming to town!
thesaurus, the one word that sums up ur blogs. have fun wherever u are!
you should. write a memoir that is.
Post a Comment