full body detox

i had just changed my msn message to "full body detox". xq had messaged me this:

rrreoowww.....it's over and done with! says:
good evening! went to a spa recently?

i was thoroughly amused and replied:

g says:
hahaha
you cracked me
no my dear
i had a stomach virus
you are so cute

the virus was brutal. 2 full days of black liquid. i dint have much intake either. im so glad that i was able to get out of the house for work today. went to the doc on tues and guess what kind of crappy advice he gave me, for that $15 co-payment:

"I dont know, could be some virus. just drink gatorade."

!!!

my childish way

today is a bad day. it started with waiting for people to arrive for dim sum. well, i guess i am pretty numb to waiting now. i had a book so that helped a bit.

next, met cw and mc for coffee. i was very very disturbed the whole time. im not sure but im suspecting there may be something going on between them? and if that is so, im so disappointed. this is not supposed to happen.

next, housemate issue. she told me she s staying till 1.5.07 cos she only moved in on 1.4.06. i replied that the apartment was available 1.1.06 but she wasnt around to move in, so it should not become my problem. further, my lease with the landlord runs to 12.31.06. she then said, oh if you are moving out, i want the apartment.

she s dense. she should have realized that there is no way i will let that happen. im sounding crazily childish now but i dont want her to get it if i move out. im actually entertaining the thought of not moving just so that she cant get the apartment. but i cringed at the thought of having to stay with a stranger any longer.

sesame stuff satisfied

sesame shaven ice

had a great sesame pudding with ting when we tried out sobakoh on eve of thanksgiving.

had sesame shaven ice drink at sago cafe on post thanksgiving day.

i remembered what jesse said about sesame when i ordered sesame ice-cream that one night: so its people like you who eats such thing. i ll always associate him with sesame now. and many other things that he has commented before, till these memories fade away with time, which i hope they will.

post-thanksgiving

wollman rink at central park

i didnt feel like skating so i dint do it. it was fun lying on the rocks with ting while waiting for the rest.

films

i like to lose myself watching films. im glad that i have corporate access to moma. this is the coolest perk of my job. Wristcutters-A Love Story - "This could be the first film to express the philosophy that real growing up takes the courage to die first." Very well said. It is not disturbing after watching this film but film for thought: we, at least me, may be taking our lives for granted. life after life is worst off, so why am i not appreciating more of what i have?

had a throbbing headache after the first film but i was glad i stayed on for the next film- The Great Happiness Space: Tale of an Osaka Love Thief . this is a documentary filmed in Osaka, Japan, on the host boys culture in Japan. it was done by a first-time american director, so perhaps he may not be the best guy to talk about this. moreover, i do not understand japanese and relied on the english subtitles. it was still refreshing. i found it heart wrenching, yet amusing to know that most of the clients of this Cafe Rakkyo are "fuzukus" and they spurged their hard-earned money on these host boys. how ironic life can be.

i did lose myself in the second film, literally in many ways.

treats

last sat, i got a brunch treat from elynn cos she got her new job indirectly from me. i dint exactly take her seriously so when she asked me to pick a restaurant, i chose something that was towards the high-end cos i wanted to try. so in the end, i really got a treat from Park Avenue Cafe. fine dining indeed, though i wont say it was top-notch. but fine dining in the sense that the portion was minute. jackie was eating so slowly that you thought his salmon was not well done (reverse pun? im telling you that medium rare salmon tastes the best!!!). it was cos his portion was so small that he was trying to keep it for at least 20 minutes so that his brain would signal to him that he was full.

on tues night, bobi was late again. i dint care cos i was reading my magazine but i simply said you owe me a treat man. he took it seriously and i had Candle Cafe free. we have been to this place for the second time in 2 weeks. im so glad that he likes it cos he can be my candle buddy replacement for lily? anyways, they have reinstated my favorite dish- Barbeque Tempeh & Sweet Potato Sandwich. wise choice!!

give thanks

last sunday, i went to st patrick's catehdral with andy and celine. the priest gave a sermon on thanksgiving, the true meaning of thanksgiving. so its literally thanks-giving, or giving thanks. he gave a story how a great african-american musician (i forgot his name) is giving back to the society now and he remembers the person who paid for his first piano lesson. the priest then linked it to Jesus, how Jesus wants us to give thanks, because it is a joyous thing to do.

its a wet day in ny on thanksgiving. lord, im rreally trying my best not to be unhappy and give-thanks for the _____ that you have showered upon me.

certain things do not change?

reunion

we met up, me and bao. she was my "partner" during my rgs days, i.e. my seating partner. a brilliant girl, who has quite a temper at times. i remembered the childish events- how we marked our tables as our territories, thus no stationeries can cross over to each other's table; the cold wars when we tested our friendship to see who would bow down first to say sorry. we went to separate junior college and college and did not make much effort to keep in touch, only meeting up once in a blue moon.

the reunion was at fao schwatz. haha. we walked around aimlessly in the toy shop, headed out to moma, then to lunch. we were catching up, furiously. on the way to the restaurant, she suddenly told me that i had not changed, that she still felt so comfortable talking to me. i was happy and gave her a loud YAY. 

racist attack

i had my first racist attack last friday. i was riding the subway to go for my dental appointment. along came 2 blacks (i should be politically correct to call them african americans but wtf) and sat next to me. rowdy teens who were stuffing themselves with gummy bears. black a was loud and obnoxious and talking to random strangers. when the subway came to a stop and a white woman in her early 50s came on, black a shouted to her, yo, do you want to sit? the lady replied no, thank you. guess what black a said to her friend black b "she doesnt want to sit next to a chinese".

............ i was reading my wsj and i chose to ignore that naive comment. peace.

brazilian bbq

Churrascarua Plataforma - brazilian bbq, a restaurant that i would not see myself in. i was disappointed that ey tax did not choose some other restaurant. however, it turned out to be an awesome social event. well, i dint take most of the meat that came round the table, but the salad bar was great and the meat that i stuffed myself with did not overwhelm me. the best part was Caipirinha. This is a brazilian drink, a concoction of fresh limes, sugar, ice and "Cachaça" - Brazilian liquor made from raw sugar cane. i had another lychee martini which i dint finish cos it was not good; 1 glass of red wine and some cocktail that was being passed around the table.

the dinner was on a thurs night. not sure if it was a slight hangover the next day but my head was very painful on friday. a gym workout at lunch worked off the pain.

drama

i have not been in the mood for blogging. i seemed to have lost the ability to write, or rather, to translate my mood and feelings into words. thoughts are staying as thoughts, drifting around my head, making me slightly moodier and more irritable.

anyways, marmi is back home, safe and sound. i cried when i sent her off on sunday. i refused to walk her all the way to the gate, choosing to rather watch from a distance till her slightly hunched over figure disappeared. it was painful to watch her go. i wished i dint have to go through it, alone. maybe god could understand how i felt. cos daddy called subsequently. when i reached the train station, i saw that i had to wait for 40min before the next train and boby called almost immediately. a relief washed over me, as he provided me with some solace for the next 40 minutes. he was transiting at houston airport for the next hour.

i woke up at 430am this morning to use the bathroom. woman next door puked (from drinking) and the remains were over the toilet seat! goodness gracious right! i had to use the bathroom and held my breathe for that 1 minute. how could she not bother to clean up? i had the urge to barge into her room cos i could hear her and it seemed that she was not asleep yet.

at 730am, i woke up, she was up too. she was flustered, as usual. apparently, she couldnt find her phone. she went out of the house and almost immediately, i could hear a man's voice coming from the corridor. i was already suspecting that she is hanging out with someone in the building because she went out of the house for half hr yesterday morning, without a coat. she came back and i told her to clean up the toilet cos i needed to use it. next, the doorbell rang. a mousy-looking man (i am not being biased) asked for her. he was not in his coat and im pretty sure he lives somewhere down the corridor, if not in the building.

i told her when she came out of the bathroom and she was like, oh, dont bother. and she added, the bathroom is "decently usable" now. i ll clean it after i have my sleep. OH MAN! how considerate is that?! the doorbell rang again and her door was closing, so i shouted, hey are you answering it? she was like, no dont bother. so what is up?

i could still smell the puke when i entered the bathroom. im really upset.

and she has used the ironing board to dry her clothes on sunday. the clothes were gone on monday night. as of this morning, the board is still there. im not sure if
(1) she is dumb that she doesnt know how to close it- cos i dint know how to do it too till colin showed me; or
(2) she is plain lazy

what a wonderful drama.