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Asian must be really good violin players. Saw this Asian girl on the 14th street platform today. She might be the best looking subway performer I have seen. Actually, she looks like she just recently graduated from college, well educated, suffering from the lack of jobs in the art industry. I guess recession is that bad huh. I observed her playing for awhile, since I have been learning, trying to steal a technique or two. I realized that a lot of guys were giving her money. The look on her face tells me that she knows exactly why these guys are giving her money. Because of her spaghetti straps top and bootie shorts bottom, and her look of confidence. She wasn't a bad violin player at all. She was playing like a stop motion robot, the movement of her head and arms synchronizing with the sound of music. Like a tiny violin player in a musical box. The N train came, and I hopped on.

My violin teacher is also Asian.

Ways to stalk me/what I have been up to recently:
You can find me almost every weekday after work at the NYHRC, obsessively doing freestyle front-strokes swimming. Each day I am realizing more and more how useless my lungs are.

You will see me in Wsburg/Bushwick this weekend at some shows probably.

Finished reading "Everything is Illuminated." One of the best books I have read in life. Will probably reread it sometime soon.

You will probably find me at Strand on Broadway these couple of days trying to pick a new book to read.

Just listened to Cymbals Eat Guitars's Tunguska. Good song. Tho so far the only song I like from that band.

Currently listening to The Smith Westerns.

I will listen to a series of Talking Heads and Beat Happening next.

I got promoted at work today. Something that I did not look forward to but essential and necessary to happen. It needs to happen in order for me to advance. Within this company or another. Tho web surfing and gchatting the day away is mindless and relaxing. It is a waste of my time doing so everyday.

Getting that haircut Wednesday.

Shout out box:
Needs someone to go shopping with me at Beacons. Or go shopping period.

CSI: New York

David Carradine, was found dead in Thailand, in a suite at the Swissotel Nai Lert Park hotel. Polices are still investigating the cause of his death. He was discovered in the closet of his hotel suite, with a rope around his neck, naked, hung dead. Pretty scary. Like I always said, you don't mess around in Thailand. You don't mess with the people either. Been there once, and never wanted to go back again. Something about that place that makes me agitated. A lot of people go there because it's a drug paradise. A lot of white people in particular. None of the posts have openly report any adverse assumptions of his death. But a lot of people are already speculating that his death was a result of auto-erotic asphyxiation. A form of sex play that involves the participant temporarily cutting off the supply of oxygen to the brain to heighten the effects of a sexual climax.

me: scary, I say its a murder

Kaela: I think it was autoasphysiation or however you spell it
erotoaspysxtiation lol

me: its more interesting if it was a murder

kaela: well its interesting enough

me: true. and sad.

My aunt's almost to be fiance' also died in Thailand. He's unquestionable, a white American guy. Overdosed on cocaine. I was still young when I heard the news. It was pretty devastating. I had spent a quality amount of time with him before his death. Maybe it's because of that, I have ever since hated cocaine. I've hated it so much that I said I would never do it. And I had a biased point of view with people associating with it. Cocaine and Thailand. Of course, I no longer behave that way. I still hate the drug, but I don't mind the people associating with it. It's their choice. Maybe they will think I'm lame for not doing it, but I don't need coke to make me cool.

kaela: people are into weird shit
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Furry_fandom#Sexual_aspects
http://gawker.com/5278749/china-confirms-nothing-happened-20-years-ago-today umbrellas of mystery!!

me: that's so Sasha Grey. Pig noses porn! of course, also the perfect candidate to promotes AA's upcoming arse-less tightssss

Night Creature

Yesterday night I solo trooped to the Sonic Youth listening party at the Envoy Gallery in the LES, which in my opinion was practically in Chinatown, which was also the reason that I went, because of the easy access to the Chinatown van. When I first arrived there was a line, and I was totally not digging it. I don't wait on lines yo. At least not for Sonic Youth, whom I have seen at least 3 times live. As I started contemplating on aborting this whole lame waiting ordeal, the line slowly but systemically started moving. So I decided to stick around. Turns out they have buckets of free beers laying around as well as free pizzas. I quickly chucked down a couple of beers thinking that it was only limited supply, but as the night progressed, the buckets of beers seemed infinite. By 7pm I was already trashed. Decided to smoke my newly bought Cloves to sober up a bit and of course Thurston Moore was just standing outside, chilling, surrounded by seemingly his friends. I tried to find a chance to introduce myself, by buying time chaining smoking cloves and cigs alternatively, but resulted in a failure because he was constantly surrounded by people. My night ended by stuffing my face in grilled pork rice on the Chinatown van, and passing out at 9pm to waking up at 12pm the next day.

Been trying to drink large amount of fluids this morning to regain my voice, which was probably impaired by large amount of drinking and smoking. I have realized that I have been a very lousy drunk recently. I sincerely feel bad for the people that received my drunken text msgs. I think that I at least attempt to send it to the people that I know are forgiving.

Anyhow, my life needs to resume to normality. Meaning to stay home on weekdays, go to the gym regularly, go out reasonably on weekends, and stop getting insanely trashed and sending drunk msgs to people. I think that I have probably said this a million times. It's probably never going to happen. My life sucks.

Night creature, night creature
When will you be gone?
Night terror, night terror
When will you be gone?

OH MY GOD

Antichrist, starring Willem Dafoe and Charlotte Gainsbourg, is said to be the most shocking and talked-about entry of this year's Cannes film festival. After reading much of the reviews online and seeing the trailer, all I want to say is, OH MY GOD. If you watched the trailer and saw the last 2 seconds of it, you will be reciting that as well.

From the Reuters:

Antichrist opens with a heavily stylized, black-and-white, slow-motion portrayal of the child's accidental death set to soaring music by Handel.

Dafoe's character, who is a therapist, tries to help his wife deal with her grief and encourages her to come off heavy medication that sedates her for weeks after the death.

They decide to go to an isolated wooden cabin in an unspecified forest to recover, but the woman Gainsbourg portrays loses control of her senses.

The abuse she submits herself and her husband to drew shocked gasps from the audience.

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This movie makes me nervous. I want to know what kind of brutal tortures they induce on each other, but I am also somewhat scared to see it. Since they made it sound like most of the violence was overtly unnecessary. I am really shocked that Charlotte Gainsbourg would take up such a role. I have liked most of her previous films, especially Science of Sleep. This movie is nothing like any of the works she has done. This movie is too hyped up right now. I have a feeling it's going to be so overrated.



Now compare that with this



What the hell happened, Charlotte Gainsbourg. How did you get from a romantic comedy to.......Antichrist??? I have expressed how shocked I am that Charlotte would take up a role like that to my friend Ben, who is actually the first to expose me to this film, responded as follow: "dude what are you talking about, Charlotte Gainsbourg is crazy. She would do anything. Did you see the trailer to the movie yet?"

Silence like the wind overtakes me

I used to keep all my books in perfect conditions. Every flip and turn would have to be carried out attentively and watchfully. Making sure I didn't induce any creases or wore out corners on the cover. Every time I close the book, I would observe front to back that it's still in good condition and then carefully place it back on the shelf or wherever it belonged, ranging wildly from the side of the bed to the cold hardwood floor. Now, all my books look discernibly second-handed. Not only are they really used books mostly, even if it's newly purchased, it would be demolished by inattentive reading and bending and throwing within the end of a chapter. I don't remember how and when I started the habit, and how and when it ended. I am not exactly sure where I'm trying to lead this to. Or if I have any purpose of telling.

Someone in the past told me that she knows someone that does exactly the same thing, has the same habit. Someone with significance in her life. I don't remember how I replied her or if I did. But I'm a good listener, if you have a good story, I'll listen. So far the only information I managed to obtain is someone knows of a someone, who has somewhat of the same habit as someone like me. Again, I have no idea where I'm trying to lead this to.

I saw "Wackness" today. It's pretty awesome. This is my favorite line from the movie -- "Know what your problem is, Shapiro? It's that you just have this really shitty way of looking at things, ya know? I don't have that problem. I just look at the dopeness. But you, it's like you just look at the wackness, ya know?" I wish I have the chance to say this to someone, sometime in life. Easily substitute the name, and make it sound like I've got mad perspective. shieeeeet.

Sometimes, I get easily confused with the act of keeping in touch with someone or annoyingly bothering them. But if I don't make the effort, I'm afraid of progressive distancing. And that would be wackkkkk.

I'm on a mission to make my life more dope. Following the path that might leads me nowhere. Nowhere other than dopeness.






P.S.
I forgot to mention that I failed to attend a gay man's birthday party yesterday night, I know for a fact that he'll hate me forever. This is somewhat distressing me. Believe it or not, I digged up a story to follow with this. 17 year old me, in Bangkok Thailand, took a picture with a transvestite after some sort of trannies broadway show or similar. Do not ask me why I decided to take a picture with a tranny, it was what everyone was doing and the only appropriate thing to do at the time. Realized afterward that I didn't have enough currency to tip him. 17 year old me therefore, slowly retracted my way out of the crowd, tried to act silly and broke. The tranny never took his eyes off me. This haunted me until now. If I have the money or a way to track him down, I would totally fly back to Bangkok and tip him. I was so afraid that he was going to put voodoo on me, as a curse of not tipping him. Lesson to be taught, don't take pictures with trannies. Don't ever upset a tranny or a gay man. I've managed to pull off both. FML.

"I'm here"

Allow me to play a little film critic here, on a film I just saw tonight. First of all, if you don't already know, I am a huge fan of foreign films, particularly the French's. "I've loved you so long" directed by Phillippe Claudel, needless to say, is a French film. The screenplay and the cast are just too brilliant. The story begins with Juliette being released from a 15 years imprisonment, for murdering her six year old son. Her younger sister Lea invites her to stay with her family upon her release. Throughout the movie, we see Juliette tries to reestablish her life in the real society. We gradually learn that Juliette is sensitive and compassionate, yet hardened and withdrawn. We also learn that she is a former doctor. As we gather more and more details around this character, the tension builds up progressively. We begin to wonder why a beautiful, intelligent, sensitive woman would came about killing her own son. The end, of course, was a suspenseful twist. Do not perceive this film as a thriller tho. This film is by no means a thriller, it's most definitely a drama. It's powerful dialogues and the detailed and insightful depiction of the characters are never to be find in a shallow thriller. Let me just add that Kristin Scott Thomas's acting in this movie is impeccable.

I love French Cinema because they are affectionate and they tell good stories, in which you will never come close to seeing in a Hollywood film. And I love stories. I love hearing stories from people I adore. I love watching a good story. I love reading a good story. I would love it if I can ever write a good story. It would definitely be a bliss if I live a good story. If my life itself was a good story. French films carry on with no fancy props. No extreme special effects. Often times, it establishes intimacy with a lot of close up, careful camera work that relies on the actors knowing how important executing pauses, facial and bodily expressions, and the delivery of their lines are. Basically, simplicity yet influential, always constructs a good statement.



I cried in the end. I would watch it again.

Forgotten Videos

So I completely forgot that I have a youtube account and uploaded videos in it. I have decided to share a couple in my blog. Apparently I'm not only an active youtube browser, but I was once a contributor too.

This is a video I made of my friend Beth while she was not aware at our friend Mitch's apt in the East Village. I think that we were just drinking wine and chilling on the couch. She thought all along that I was taking a picture of her. But I was bored so I shot a video instead. I used to love taking videos so I can edit it, back in the college days. It's hard because a lot of people are camera shy and they will never comply if they know you're taking a video of them. So you always have to end up being a creep and shoot while they are not aware. They are usually glad afterward, if not pissed. Beth was quite satisfied with the outcome of the video tho. I named it "A Robot's Vision"

A Robots Vision



And this........I have no idea what the fuck this is. I'm pretty sure we were drunk. Or so I hope. (Godddddddddddddd)



Website mentioned in the video: http://www.junk-mag.com/

I had a dream I went to Coney Island

This is awesome because the soundtrack is by Panda Bear.



This is the reason why I'm dead at work and manic texting people for adderall. I'm still awake and watching youtube! FML.

In love with this

Been trying to sleep early tonight but ended up spending the last 30 mins watching this video on the loop. I think that this is the best music video I have seen recently. Not to mention the song is dopeeeee. I highly anticipate their upcoming album with such a promising single. Audrey needs to step aside for this, totally had to express this in 1st person point of view.

Audrey and her fish lighter

From her desk, she looked out the window of a corporate building in the city, it was raining out. The humidity and gloominess made Audrey wanted to go home and sleep. She was at work, looking at the time on the lower right corner of her monitor, it read 4:26PM. Only 34 more minutes till she was dismiss from work. Audrey didn't do much at work today except browsing through the internet for her missing fishy lighter that she lost 2 days ago. She has no recollection of when and how the lighter had gone missing. It must have fell out of clothes pockets obliviously. The fishy escaped. It no longer wanted to serve as her lighter. Or maybe the fishy loved her so much that it didn't want Audrey to get lung cancer. It's one of those love/hate relationship. She spent much of her work hours calling all the locations of the store she bought it from, but resulted in disappointments with feedback such as "sorry we don't carry that style anymore" or "yea that's one of our most popular items in the store and it's unfortunately all sold out. We're suppose to get a restock of it but I can't tell you exactly when that will happen." The fishy lighters are not sold out from the store, but just that particular glow in the dark skeleton one is, because everyone wants that one, it's a fucking lighter that glows in the dark. More importantly, that's the one Audrey wanted. Audrey thought about tracking the lighter with locations worldwide but learned from one of the sales that the store does not offer international sales. Meaning that even if they have it in Paris or another country, they would not ship it to the States. Audrey thought the likeliness of the Paris stores having them are hypothetically high, being that the store is originated from France. She wishes that she has friends in Paris that can retrieve the lighter for her. Audrey does not like when things she likes has gone mysteriously missing. She does not like when things she wants cannot be obtained. She will not give up on this fishy lighter. It will be a mission of hers until she retrieves it back.

She spent an hour or so drumming after she came home. Not sleeping, as she has planned. She managed to master playing Cheerleader, one of Grizzly Bear's newest singles. She realized that the phrase "practice makes perfect" applies effectively. She has been obsessively reading the book "Everything is illuminated" and thinks that talking and writing in 3rd person is really fun to do. She decided to blog in place of a fictional character, because she is tired of talking about herself and saying I and me and myself. She plans on continuing blogging about this character which will loosely reflects her personal life, until she thinks of herself or others think of herself as delusional. Audrey chose a fictional character with a name that starts with an A because she is fond of names that starts with an A. She realized this during a brief conversation with her friend last week while strolling on the streets in the East Village. The conversation was about what kind of names she thinks best suitable for her friend instead of her birth name. Audrey suggested Amelia, because she likes the movie Amelia and her character in the movie. She thought about the conversation the other day and realized that she's actually quite fond of names starting with the letter A or has the letter A in it. After even much revolution and elaboration on that thought, she realized that most of her closest friends' names have the letter A in it. She started to find it as an interesting notion.

Audrey accepted to help out her friends who are quite substantial producers in the media industry. The shoot was supposed to be this coming Sunday, but due to the acidic weather, the shoot has been rescheduled to the 17th. Audrey can't determine if that's fortunate or unfortunate, because she just wanted to get it over with, and it was spontaneously being postponed. She is also moderately nervous on the role she has accepted to play, leading to the fortunate part of the misfortune. She now has more time to research and practice how she should take on this role. Audrey did a Nokia commercial with the same crew before, that is why she initially agreed to help again, because she had a good time working with them. It will also be a good reference on her resume, because eventually she will reach out for a job in the media industry again, when the economy gets better. Audrey wants to be a video editor. The producers informed her again at the shoot meeting on Wednesday that the Nokia commercial is currently airing on television in the west coast. Sometimes Audrey wonders, how rapid the commercial airs and on what channels. How likely would someone see it, more importantly, how likely would people recognize her. Audrey also wonders if one day, someone would approach her and say something along the lines like "hey! you're that girl in the Nokia commercial!" or "hey! you look somewhat familiar....have I seen you on T.V!" Not that it has any significance, Audrey just wonders a lot.

Audrey is now sitting on her bed, listening to Fleet Foxes with her eyes close, while still trying to type at the same time. She wonders if she can still type out a comprehensible paragraph if she is typing with her eyes close. She did a testing and these are sample results:

ATTEMPT 1 --- i didn't understand. morning new. you don't say a single word of the lasting years. i didn't understandddddd. noooo. ahhh ahhha hh ahh ahh ahh ahh . see9 dollas in your hand. you try to do what you did before. back to your. theres nohitng i can't dooooooooo. theres nothinggggg i can't dooooooo. theres nothing i can't say. theres nothing i can't sayyyyyy.

ATTEMPT 2 -- come down from the ountian you have been gone too long. spring is upon and follow my only songggg. sad to down and by the fire yeeeyayeeeyaaa you should come back home the world is alive now in and outside ahhhhoooo songgggg you should come back home back on your even in the light when the woman of the to give to you the word of an old man morning time the spirral and the sea gogo fly light me if you will. tell me anything u want any other lie witll do call me back to. back to youuuuuu.

Lyrics from Fleet Foxes' songs came out like this.

I just really want to fucking post this.

Tuts My Barreh

"No one likes to read emo shit"

I have been trying to blog for the past few days but couldn't ejaculate all these overcrowding thoughts into words. Somewhere 50000 miles up in the sky, a girl is on her way to Vancouver to meet her lover. No one knows when she's coming back, if she ever will come back. No one knows anything about her, really. Everyone thinks they know her well, but really, they don't have a fucking clue. She's just a mysterious girl with a complicated mind trying to find true love. True love in various forms: Country, city, time frame, nature, smell, or a person. Concurrently, 50000 miles down on the ground, in the 8th floor office on 33rd street and 6th ave, people are literally going nuts and talking ape shit. Thoughts of resignation circulated the office. But everyone has to suck it up, because no one can afford to be unemployed in this economic crisis where middle aged 30, 40 year old unemployed loafers are trying to get a job at American Apparel or worse, Duane Reade.

Andrew Fuckface said "no one likes to read emo shit Jenny. No one cares. People like to read about .....fun things!"

If I ever have the intelligence to take up writing as a professional, my style of writing will take up much of Bukowski's. And if no one likes to read my writings then fuck ya'll, I'll just be a truck driver and drink more whiskey. Bukowski style.


Since I haven't been able to formulate my thoughts, I started browsing online for films that I would be interested in seeing. Films that somehow can identify with these thoughts in my head, and capable of expressing them for me, verbally and visually. I eventually stumbled upon one, that I think can serve as a discharger of my thoughts.





"Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you'll never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope for something good to come along. Something to make you feel connected, to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved. And the truth is I'm so angry and the truth is I'm so fucking sad, and the truth is I've been so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long have been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own, and their own is too overwhelming to allow them to listen to or care about mine. Well, fuck everybody. Amen."

yea...that's about it.

And, at last. Let's all be a dishwasher, truck driver and loader, mail carrier, guard, gas station attendant, stock boy, warehouse worker, shipping clerk, post office clerk, parking lot attendant, Red Cross orderly, and elevator operator. Let's all play a Bukowski role. Let's fail at life together. Let's smoke and drink and watch......Factotum.

Life in the East Village Day 2

Life in the East Village has been pretty awesome being that I'm steps to all my favorite bars and restaurants. Took a cab from work Friday, directly to my "new" home, for 9 days. After dropping off my baggages, I immediately met up with Kaela at the Bourgeois Pig for some wine and appetizers. The Bourgeois Pig is one of my favorite bars in the East Village because of it's extensive collection of wine. And I love wine more than any other alcoholic beverages. I ordered a glass of bubble Chardonney and it was more than satisfying. We went back to the apt afterward and Megan came to meet us. We watched Flight of the Conchords and drank more wine until midnight and headed to some neighborhood bars. We first made a stop at Ella where John was DJing. We got some free wine at the bar because apparently the bartender was weird and retarded. Think he was giving out free drinks to anybody, as long as you didn't offer to pay him. Megan wanted to go to Home Sweet Home after a couple of drinks at Ella because she wanted to stalk this guy she is obsessed with, the bartender at Home Sweet Home. That's when craziness integrated into the night. We were so drunk that we somehow managed to got lost in the lower east and the next thing I know, Megan was climbing some park's metal bars and the next thing I know I followed. I didn't realized until afterward told by Kaela and Megan that I was anally stuck in between the metal bars while I was attempting to get myself over the fucking fence. It was absolutely totally unnecessary for us to make that route and more particularly climbing over any physical objects but we were so drunk that we just bypassed any obstacles that came our way in order to get to Home Sweet Home. We ended up terminating the night earlier than predicted because we were all too trashed and Kaela wasn't in a good mood due to unhealthy relationship with her boyfriend. I passed out when I got back to the apt, only to find myself waking up this morning, watching Sex and the City and drinking juice at an unreasonably early hour for a Saturday to wake up to. The rest of the day was pretty occupied. Met up with some high school friends in the neighborhood for brunch. Shopped around Soho for a while and spent a ridiculous amount of money at Zara, tho I felt that it was worth it. Kaela came over the apt later at noon, and we smoked and watched Flight of the Conchords and retardedly laugh the hour away. Met up with my friend Yee that I haven't seen a long time in the Lower East for dinner and drank a bottle of wine and played a bit of catching up at a pretty nice restaurant called Frankie. Yee used to be my housemate in Brooklyn when I was in college. We lived in the same private house but different floors. She seems to be doing pretty well now. Yee is a graphic designer and just established her own business with her photographer boyfriend and has a studio in Union Square. Her boyfriend does most of Marc Jacob ads, which is pretty sweet. I, of course, didn't seize the opportunity to inquire if they can get discounts at the Jacob store but resulted in a failure. Which was okay, it's not like I can still afford anything even with the discounts. After the dinner, I came back to the apt and tried watching episodes of Big Love and passed out until I got a text from Tina with an invitation to go to Tribeca Grand. Being that I am fucking living in the East Village right now, it is totally effortless for me to make that trip, and so without a second thought, I changed and chain-smoked my way to the party. Randomly bumped into Phil on my way there, much full of my surprise because I haven't see him for such a long time. It was pleasant to see him again. Got free drinks and bumped into more people at Tribeca Grand, the day has been playing itself well.

I'm not even making an effort to make this entry anywhere close to being well-written because I am fucking tired and I just don't give a fuck at this point what people think. Therefore, I'm gonna put an end, get this over with (because I have been trying to finish this entry for 2 days already), and go to sleep.

Goodnight friends. Goodmorning East Village. Goodbye self.

Royksopp :: Junior

Royksopp came out with a new album Junior. They are one of my favorite electronic bands aside from The Knife. No electronic groups can ever replace The Knife in my heart. Here I am sitting on my bed listening to their new album thru the Pitchfork site, and being greatly disappointed already with the first couple of tracks. Usually I would only waste time to listen to no more than 3 tracks from an album to determine if I like it or not. For the new Royksopp album, I already didn't like their hit single "Happy Up Here". It is way too poppy for my tolerance. By the third track, I was ready to rate the album as "unsatisfactory" and move on to listen to other music. I hesitated, however, thinking that Royksopp can't possibly suck that badly. I refused to accept it. So I listened to a couple more tracks, and still wasn't that much more impressed. Then I decided to give in my last effort and plugged in my PX100 into my laptop and stream it through (in my opinion) the best headphones ever. I listened again from the beginning. The album immediately came to life. I plugged it in at the best timing because the fourth track "This Must Be It" is actually an awesome song. Because it sounds exactly like The Knife. HA! The title of the song was a bit ironic too at the moment. This must be it! HA! The bass in those headphone is no joke. It's better than both sets of speakers in my room. Again, if you don't own a PX100 yet, I strongly suggest you get them. It's better than listening to music on pot. Often times when I'm using the PX100 in my room I have to lock the door because it gets me so sucked into the music that I'm detached from the world into an existentialism of my own that I get so paranoid if some foreign forces interrupt me, like my mom, who's literally the alien in this apartment once I have these headphones on. I did some research on the song and realized that it sounds exactly like The Knife because The Knife IS in it. Karin Dreijer is actually a guest singer on that track. How fucking awesome is that. I can never imagine my favorite two electronic bands collaborating together. This is totally blowing my mind.

Every Saturday or Sunday, I take violin lessons at Julliard. I haven't practiced much on the materials that were distributed to me from my instructor. I'm dead meat. The violin is one of the hardest string instruments to learn I think. It's so refine and meticulous. Unlike the guitar which has frets, the violin has no frets to stop the strings, the player must know exactly where to place the fingers on the strings to play with good intonation. I'm still trying to hold the bow with perfect placement of my fingers. And the tunes coming out of my violin are like chicken screeches right now. However, I have confidence that my skills will improve tremendously in no time. Since I have a really good instructor. He's graduating Julliard with a bachalor degree in Violin and planning to get a master degree in violin next year. He's a true violinist. He's also nice enough to charge me at a highly reasonable rate. Which is rather nice of him. I should've done some practicing today. But instead, I wasted time taking pictures of things in my room. I was playing around with my SLR camera and tried to explore different settings for taking better pictures. I thought that one of the premise of good photography is making dead subjects look alive and I tried playing around with that theme a little. Here are the results

This is Chuck Bass, my fishy.









As you can see, I managed to make a live fish look dead. Following are attempts of making dead subjects come alive.












Evidently, they look dead. Fail. As you're reading this, you should probably realized that I've been indulging myself in resurrections. I think that what I'm ultimately trying to accomplish is making MYSELF come "alive". Because in contrary, I'm a living dead. Fo realzz.

What can you possibly say to make yourself sound stupid? Apparently everything.

Because of a holiday called Pass Over, I have the privilege of having a four day weekend this week. Wednesday was Megan's birthday. We went to a vegetarian restaurant called Red Bamboo in the West Village to celebrate her 23rd. I was a bit skeptical with soy made "meat" in the beginning and didn't have a good general feeling that the food will be flavorful. Of course, it turned out much of a surprise. The food was heavenly delicious. If vegetarians eat that shit everyday I would become a vegetarian this minute. Everybody was wasted because we ordered 3 bottles of wine. Afterward, we went to Home Sweet Home to have drinks. At that point, I can no longer consume anymore alcholic beverages, so I basically just sat there bobbing my head to the Gothic Techno that was playing. Went home early because I was tired as hell. Going out on a workday is challenging at times.

For my day off today I didn't do much. I downloaded a lot of music. I finally got Fleet Foxes' entire album. I can't even explain how amazing it is. Purely magical. I also downloaded Deerhunter's new album. I love it. I've learned that a lot of people aren't that fond of them because they think that the lead singer creeps the shit out of them. Surely, he's creepy. I'm not gonna doubt that. However, I think that people need to get over the skeleton coke head of a resemblance and pay more attention to their music. I'm literally obsessed with the song 'agoraphobia'. I've found a video on youtube, and I like it as much as I like the song. I love interpretive dancing. I wish I have the opportunities to interpretive dance more. Tho over the period of time, I think that I've somehow transformed my desire and energy to interpretive dancing to fire spinning.



All these awesome albums that I've dled recently is telling me that I need to invest in some good headphones since my Sennheiser just broke recently. Sad Face. It was the best headphones I've ever had and it made everything sound 10x better, at least. Trust me, owning a set of good headphone really makes listening to music a MUCH better experience. If you love listening to music, like REALLY love listening to music, you should invest in some good headphones. Once you've heard the difference, you can never go back. So I did some researching on the web tonight, trying to find an even better headphone than my last one and I couldn't help but keep coming back to my old ones. I googled top 10 headphones and evidently they're still holding up their spot. I've found a couple of articles that raved about the Koss PortaPro headphone but I really can't get over the appearance of it.



Wearing that headphone would make me look ridiculously foolish. Seriously. People wouldn't even want to say hi to me wearing that shit. So, I have concluded to just replace my old Sennheiser PX100, which has a much better appearance and holds the same level of sound quality.



This entry was supposed to be published yesterday night. I fell asleep halfway writing it. Shows how exciting my life has been. I've been thinking that my blog sounds really dumb. And I'm starting to hate everything I wrote. Don't be surprised if you see a couple of entries missing in the future.

Can Monday be Funday?

There has been an on-going pattern between me and Kaela to use our work email accounts to exchange non work-related emails. We often use "important" as our subject header but we always discuss anything but importance. Here are examples of what we talk about at work.

Sender: Jenny Wong
Subject: important (upper case IMPORTANT actually means important work-related matters so we use lower case to distinguish)

dude have you seen the pictures in my computer?! OMG OMG I can't believe what I just saw

Sender: Kaela Kennedy
Re subject: important

no what

Sender: Jenny Wong
Re re subject: important

there's a picture of R.K's nipple in my computer OMG OMG OMG (R.K is one of our bosses) and quite a few slutty shots of I believe his wife?? and there's also a slutty picture of Jennifer Aniston. OMG OMG I've been entertained by it for the pass 30 mins.

Sender: Kaela Kenndy
RE re re subject: important

be there in one second lol

Sender: Jenny Wong
Subject: important

Did you see the article on memory erasing?

Sender: Kaela Kenndy
Re subject: important

Not yet....

----END OF CONVO

Sender: Kaela Kennedy
Subject: important

dude did you see what J**y is wearing today? OMG it's totally driving me crazy. I can't work with him like this. Not wearing that. It's hideous! I can't work with him like that nah uh.

Sender: Jenny Wong
Re subject: important

no I didn't. Did you see what M**k*y is wearing tho? I'm shocked.

-----END OF CONVO

Sender: Kaela Kennedy
Subject: important

dude I'm going happy hour after work with Black Kids. Come!!

Sender: Jenny Wong
Re subject: important

dude I don't know man, I can only think of food and how sleepy I am right now. They sound so familiar tho. I think I attempted to illegally dl their songs in the past but failed. Also, it's raining like shit out, I just wanna go home and sleep.

Sender: Kaela Kennedy
Re re subject: important

yea they're pretty big in Europe I'M NOT GONNA TEACH YOUR BOYFRIEND HOW TO DANCE DANCE DANCE dude just come out for one drink at least

Sender: Jenny Wong
RE re subject: important

I shall contemplate on that.......

Not only do we exchange non work-related emails. We also BB msger each other usually telling each other how much we're falling asleep. We also gchat during lunch hour. It's ridiculous. I talk about how sleepy I am every single day. It's not even funny.

Tonight, I got swayed into going happy hour supposedly with the Black Kids. We ended up going for sushi before hand and drank a big bottle of saki. Megan met with us afterward. Black kids didn't actually make it out for happy hours because I think they had to prepare for the show. Kaela got a +1 on the guestlist to see the show, and I suggested that she should go with Megan, because I'm really fucking sleepy anyways and I'm not a big fan of Black Kids, tho Mates of States are headlining.....but I saw them live before at APW and they weren't any good. So I'm not missing out too much. I took them to Black and White after sushi, which is a new spot I discovered recently in the east village. It's kind of hidden because it's semi-underground. It's a really cool bar tho and they often play kick-ass music. It's a really chill place. I like taking people to my newly discovered awesome spot because I'm almost certain that no one knows about it. And now, referring back to the question of my entry tonight "Can Monday be Funday?" Megan said "I love happy hours man" Kaela continued "I literally had to beg Jenny to come out" me "truth"

Naut Phaen Thai

I got a nuat phaen thai today (aka thai massage), it was more painful than I predicted. It was probably the most intense full body massage I have ever received in my life. For those of you who aren't familiar with nuat phaen thai (I could easily say thai massaging but I think its more awesome saying nuat phaen thai) it is a type of massaging where the therapist uses her hands, knees, legs, and feet to move you into a series of yoga-like stretches. some say that it's like doing yoga without any work. For a much better understanding, I have found a video on youtube for your reference.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXKNf0PQ7ro

Unfortunately, that is the only video I found of naut phaen thai on youtube that's not weird and creepy. While I was receiving a fucking nuat phaen thai, I thought I was being physically tortured. There was this part where they use their feet to massage your back spine, in which they literally step on you while holding on to a bar from the ceiling so they can apply the right amount of pressure. I literally almost died from choking. When she was "applying pressure" aka stepping on my back I couldn't even fucking breathe. The whole experience was as if I got brutally raped by a woman. Tho afterward, all my muscle tensions were relieved. I think that the outcome of nuat phaen thai is essentially beneficial, if one is tough enough to tolerate the pain. After the nuat phaen thai, I'm strongly convinced that I would have no problem at all getting a tattoo.

Chuck Bass

I got a fishy yesterday and his name is Chuck Bass. He's a king betta, so you can also call him King Bass if you'd like. He's the biggest one in the betta kingdom. I got him a nice big bowl, it cost more than the fish itself. I also got some gravels for the bowl and food, and everything came out to be much more expensive than I thought it would be. But it's all worth it, I love Chuck Bass very much.

Tonight I went to the Black and White bar in the east village to cheer for my friend William who was having a go-go dance off competition against a girl. It was some secretive, burning man challenge thing, and apparently you don't know who you're competing against with until night off. Well little did we know, the "girl" turned out to be a 70 year old lady. It was like the worst case scenario EVER. William tried to back out from the competition but being that we're such supportive friends, we gave him faith and encouragement, to continue with it. So we basically said "we came all the way out here, you better take that freakin jacket off, cos we KNOW you've got some fucking awesome top underneath there, stop hiding it, and show us some ACTIONS." It was the MOST BIZARRE/EMBARRASSING/HILARIOUS/AWKWARD/CAN'T BELIEVE A FUCKING 70 YEAR OLD WOMAN IS GO GO DANCING/EMBARRASSING/BIZARRE/AWKWARD/OMG THE 70 YEAR OLD WOMAN JUST TOOK OFF HER TOP/BIZARRE/AWKWARD?/EMBARRASSING/MY FRIEND IS SO MUCH YOUNGER AND HOTTER AND HE JUST RIPPED HIS SHIRT OFF AND HE'S GOT ABS/THIS IS REALLY FUCKING SAD/AWKWARD???/I HAVE BEER ALL OVER MYSELF FUCK/EMBARRASSING performance I have ever seen.

My friend's current away status is "Jenny Wong is a very angry girl" and I responded with "yes I'm angst".....and she responded "yes well you're also 12" and I responded "yes it's true" But I really am feeling angst tonight. So I'm going to comment on this fucking Jaydiohead mash-up album thing that's being "widely" spread on the internet right now. I personally HATE Jay-Z. I don't like raps. I wish he can stop messing with my favorite bands. Radiohead is good enough by themselves, they don't need your freakin gangsta raps to mash it up. Jay-Z also did a mash-up with Led Zeppelin before. It was a joke. It was terrible. Led Zeppelin is legendary. They RULE. They don't need stupid rappings in their songs.

I'm obviously really angst right now. I'm not normally like this. I'm also writing in poor english, or not english at all. This is a bad entry and I'm going to stop and go to sleep.

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Let's invite Bill Murray to our hipster parties

My Greenpoint friends think that for some reason it would be a great idea to get Bill Murray to come to their party and somehow thinks that I have the capability to make that happen. They read somewhere that Bill Murray is having some kind of weird mid-life crisis going on and has been hanging closely with MGMT and showing up at random hipster parties. My friend Bubs thinks that since I know Grizzly Bear, that would somehow lead me to MGMT and essentially lead me to Bill Murray. I think that that is the most ridiculous logic ever. Tho my friend Andrew does live in the same building as one of the MGMT members and has been partying with them occasionally. I think the closest thing I can pull off is bring my Greenpoint friends to MGMT and Bill Murray but NOT the other way around. Anyway, I still don't understand why they would have such an idea and somehow got me involved with it.

http://popwatch.ew.com/popwatch/2008/12/bill-murray-mos.html

But then after reading that article, I am starting to think that it's actually, REALLY, a great idea.

Last night, I went to see a Rock Opera around Hell's Kitchen 53rd st with Kaela, Brett, Ben, and Rebecca. It was a pretty interesting performance, a refreshing kind of comic off-broadway performance.

Here's a short synopsis: Perfect man, the superhero of The Hopeville Comic, can't quite keept it together when his girlfriend Molly breaks his heart. The villians, sex, drugs, and rockenroll, seize upon the chance to kill the weakened hero and infest the town of Hopeville with their deadly fun. It's up to Molly, April, and their gawly friend Felix, to save the town in The New Hopeville Comic.

We were on the guestlist because a mutual friend is playing percussion in the band. After the show, we went to some random Hell's Kitchen bar called the Vintage or something and had some beers and appetizers and then went over to hangout with the casts at Conker Hill bar. We found it awfully weird to be hanging out with the actors we saw on stage because we can't stop associating them with their characters. We also found it fascinating that most actors didn't actually really acted, their characters were more or less based on their true personalities. Example, the lesbian was really a lesbian and the gays were really gays, NO acting involved. Me and Kaela just kept eyeing one of the lead actor "PERFECT" in the show, because he was so freakin hot. After awhile at Conker Hill, we've decided that we've spent too much time uptown for any hipsters endurance, and decided to head back to Williamsburg. I DID NOT want to go back to wsburg or to any other bars but being that it was raining and we were almost in the middle of nowhere uptown, it would be really costly to call a car at that area, so I had no choice but to tag along with the crew back to.......Williamsburg. We went to Royal Oak for a while, met Brett's roommate...... Brett, and then played this drinking game called 5 questions in which I thought was really dumb and that's when I've decided that I really need to get the fuck home and sleep.

As I am writing this blog entry, I realized that I still have a pink paper bracelet on my right arm from like two nights ago. That pretty much sums it up for my weekend.

GPS

I officially met Kenley Collins yesterday night. Let's just leave it at that. Yesterday night was the longest night ever. We started our ladies night out at Megan's. Drank a couple of beers there. Made a stop at Eliote on our way to Union Pool. Had a drink there. Saw the Grizzly boys at Union Pool, hung out for quite a while there. Drank a couple of beers. Last thing I remember at Union Pool I was waiting on the bathroom line, and Kaela showed up out of nowhere and handed me a whiskey shot, and that's when I started blurring out on the rest of the night. I did some drunken texting I think and probably said something stupid. I don't think the person I was texting was too happy about it. I don't remember how, and why, and what I was doing after the whiskey shot. I think that really did it for me. Considering the amount of alcohol I previously consumed already. That shot terminated it all. I think I remember going to this place called Legion after Union Pool because we were saying the entire night that we have to go to Legion because that's where the dancing involved. I don't remember if I drank anything there. I probably did. Then massive drunk driving involved in Kerry's car, and ultimately ending up at the Shank. Quarreled with the people that were charging us 20 bucks to get in. Really? 20 bucks for the Shank? We left furiously, sticking them the middle fingers, and at some point Kaela disappeared. She did not showed up for the rest of the night. She totally vanished on top of the earth. As confused and angry as we were, me, Kerry, Blythe, and Megan did more drunken driving around Williamsburg and decided that we'll just go back to Megan's and take the rest of the night easy. It was at least 4am at that point, roughly speaking. I lost track of time after the whiskey shot and details to be honest. I remember eating a casear salad at Megan's and everyone was still partying it up in Emily's room. I wanted to die and go home to sleep. How do people get all these energy?!?! I didn't understand.

I woke up in my bed this morning and I was happy. But what I can't believe is that I have to go drinking again in a couple of hours, in Williamsburg again, because I promised a friend I would participate in her daylong bar-hunting event in celebration of her birthday. FML. I barely even use that term but really, at this point, FML.

It's now 2:20pm the next day of this ridiculous debauchery, Kaela Kennedy is still mysteriously missing.