"if you would never let people do that to you...why would you think it okay to continue doing it to me? it's gotta be something wrong with me. i've got to tell people how i feel or people will continue to do things thinking that its ok" i've let things slide for too long and give people too much credit to know...so no more touching and no more taking my phone. =)
i need to find a new way to tell people what i do. i typically just say "i'm in energy". because getting into physical trading takes up a bit of time to explain. and i'm not sure most people understand. but the vagueness of "i'm in energy" has a big downside of douche-y mystique which is not worth it. and i typically don't like to start the conversation with "i trade oil". that's the easiest way to explain it, but it's not completely accurate because "i trade petrochemicals". and then the explanation conversation of what i do is more like "i do import/export".
one cannot underestimate the art of stumbling into the "in" places...after an hour on the phone with miss hot shot while i aimlessly walked uptown from work she says "there's no where i really want to go because i've been everywhere already...YOU CHOOSE". so i chose. i walked past barbossa. it was what i was looking for. small. quaint. tidy bar. rustic bistro look. i didn't really even care what the cuisine was. and with 4 dollar draft for happy hour, i quickly downed 2 at 6.30 and ordered the caipirinha to follow. "hi can i have a menu....OMG>>>I LOVE FEJOIDA>>I LOVE BACALHAU!>>>I WANT THIS STEW>>>wait...it says the wings take 15 minutes to make. there's gotta be a reason. im gonna have to get it" i passed on the fejoida, too hot and too heavy to be having a pork stew. beets were delicious. wings very tasty (tandoori marinated baked in cast iron). bacalhau very very very good. then when we got a table "you guys order...ok. done." portugese seafood stew...which had bits of rice in it....light and tasty. almost like the teochew style of congee. calabreza sausage was exactly what i expected. salty. still good. steak and polenta. also very good. it's almost like rendeng style braised meat in thick sauce and the polenta were fried triangles like crostini wedges. tun tar tar...standard. tasty. fresh. if your seat faces into the restuarant, there are windows that open up to the air duct of the pre war building. decorative clothesline runs across with brazilian futbol jerseys hanging adds a cool touch. go for it. take ur date. it's open aired but airconditioned.
cheers!
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"alex, i just want you to know. you send me the worst specs"
"u wont take a free excedrin but you will take free panty liner"
there is no hope for humanity. that's the general feeling after kirsty continually barrages my messenger with links of kids killing kids and burning the bodies and putting ashes in paint cans. and then there's the other stories of kids killing parents for not allowing them to throw a party. burying them in the backyard and throwing the party afterwards. then there's the guy in brooklyn that abducted a child and severed him and threw bits of him in his fridge. or the other one where a brother was shot over a parking spot. that's the kind of depressing news thats all over the media that gives zero hope for mankind. and so when i saw the crazy neo nazi rampager in oslo norway....on top of the amy winehouse dead news, i bbmed kirsty with an OMG. norway and winehouse. to that she replied hours later...
"i just realized what you meant by norway and winehouse. I orginally thought u were talking about the £ and his drunkeness. but yes, omg to both things."
and with that comment, it's an even sadder fate that really, the hope of humanity is very thin. as things for me in this 9 to five routine have turned for the worse. everyday has become this entrenched passive aggressive battle of hate. real hate. it takes a lot of energy to hate, but apparently they've done it. and they've found me as their target. it's amazing. and upsetting. and a lot of other things. there was a time where there was so much potential. having wishful thinking go away is acceptable. having realistic goals shattered is also acceptable. but how does neutrality turn into something that's become negative? hate? really?
"hi is the asshole there?...do not talk to those who do not respond to emails"
ciosty left. that has got to be a huge slap in the face to your ego. whether u need her. want her. cuz you ain't that much of a cool thing for someone with easy job parameters to stay.
"i don't care you made 100k. it was a bad trade. you should've made 300k" - motivational award nominee.
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you have to have a piece of chocolate cuz it has your name on it. satan. millionaire.
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it was good. dark quaint. rustic italian food. good for small groups. good for a date. cash only. good for sunday night dinner. burrata soft. meatballs ok. watermelon basil salad tasty. lemon spaghetti, ragu tagliati could have been more al dente. osso buco was rich and tasty. go back? probably not cuz thats just me. but you should go back. i'd go try frank and lil frankie's.
"你們都不知道。。。我在美國什麼事都要自己做" - that is my mom's favorite line on the phone. in person. out to dinner. talking to friends. so at every moment at home, i take pictures of her. she can make a nice collage of what she does at home. costco 3x a week. home depot 1x a week. shopping. exchanges. returns. senseless buying. gardening. washing the dishes. checking her email. washing the cabinet. spraying the patio. she can send this all into 蘋果日報。。。they'll do an expose on the REAL 楊燕。
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