the aggressive long winded nature of my mouth is purely a product of environment where the constant editorial persona can be found on any new york street corner. that fervor of quintessential whining compounded with an addiction to stimulants gives me a kind of "uhmmph" that the region of asia is not accustomed to. and when people aren't used to it, they judge it. and when people judge it, they stereotype it. and when they stereotype it, they shun it. and when i am shunned, i push harder cuz i like to play. and when i play, i play to win. although he who plays to win, must learn that a loss is a win if you play the reverse psyche game. touche.
encounter one.
we were in a meeting with cheapskate singaporeans and while they gave a demonstration, i timely hammered away with questions. them, not being used to quantitative catered questions with an american accent, they froze in a typical "gia su, gia si" (scared-y cat) state. of course i've learned to soften up the repeat and they came to their senses and answered the question.
encounter two.
a friend said to me today "you come off with a very distinct personality"...the social aggression and fully leveraged mentality has given me this edge of outward ambition, hopefully liased by bilingual capabilities. that's just it, i know back home, i'm a dime a dozen, but out here, u can really exploit it and be a humble king.
100% haterade....
i think when im hungover, the haterade is strong in me....im people watching at a salon and....this woman sitting next to me in a short black dress and terrific legs (but walks with a stick up her ass in heels) has a face thats thankfully half covered by oversized sunglasses cuz it looks like it's been bashed with a cast iron pan. and the lady that served me coffee asked me whether i took milk or sugar. rather than listening to the question, i stared at her fake lashes seemingly more 3D than real. she's got the super lash, the style where there's a million lashes in an inch, awkwardly glued on and the heavily mascaraed awning juts out so much it creates a shadow over her face. did i mention that the look is accented with gold eyeliner? she's a bit chubby even in all black but she winked at me. i think i should make a pass....
"toils of a lush"
that's gonna be the name of my book for now. all my hardwork of blogging will one day pay off when i compile a memoir @ starbucks. (dora, i'm at the starbucks right now!)
best katsu i've had...勝博殿
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brooklyn folliesread itthink that'll be you?
WTF JENNY!
The 60-year-old Nathan Glass returns to Brooklyn after his wife has left him. He is recovering from lung cancer and is looking for a quiet place to die. In Brooklyn he meets his nephew, Tom, whom he has not seen in several years. Tom has seemingly given up on life and has resigned himself to a string of meaningless jobs as he waits for his life to change. They develop a close friendship, entertaining each other in their misery, as they both try to avoid taking part in life.When Lucy, a little girl who refuses to speak, comes into their lives there is suddenly a bridge between their past and their future that offers both Tom and Nathan some form of redemption.The Brooklyn Follies contains the classic elements of a Paul Auster novel. The main character is a lonely man, who has suffered an unfortunate reversal. The narrative is based on sudden and randomly happening events and coincidences.
so they make you believe....you miss the positive by reading just the synopsisand....you don't think you, vic, frank, hoan, will, and the rest of your consumption entourage couldn't end up in brooklyn or some city together growing old talking it up to the ladies?
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