2000.10.27: Harbinger of Melodies

Midterms are over;

This means wot?

Yes: A New Design™ is COMING SOON!

2000.10.23: The Importance of Being Honest

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2000.10.14: The Polar Express

The biggest irony in our lives seems to be that we achieve a doctorate degree in procrastination before the age of seven; "I'll do my homework after dinner, Mommy!" And we continue to play along.

2000.10.07: Heaven's Thievery

She must be a post-modern sleaze?

Got teknocoloured suicides and bombastic borderlines to her mental telepathic shore, wanting you aboard. Scream to the dilly dally, yo, what up now, how do you do and how do you go? If it were only so simple to explain; Indeed so!

She must be a post-modern sleaze!

2000.10.03: Kid X

We are sorry because we are unable to respond right now because we are sleeping because we are tired because we work now because we are not spoiled because we are independent. Etc, Etc.

Because we're growing up.

Because.

2000.09.29: I Be Your Kimchi Deluxe

It seems everyone in New York has fuckbuddies.

I know I'm not "everyone," and therefore it is of no surprise that I don't have fuckbuddies.

I have foodbuddies.

True: The one thing about this city that seems to excite me more than anything else (and has taken most of my money) is the food. In Houston, I had a rather limited platter to choose from in terms of food: and what I did pick contained mostly of rather well known fast food franchises.

Not here, of course. Every ethnicity seems to have their thing going. I mean, bloody Ethiopian food? At that, I think it was South Ethiopian food-- does that mean someone in this city has a store dedicated to North Ethiopian food?

Intestin'. Raley soh.

Two recommendations on the food tip before I leave:

1) A Korean film called 301/302.

2) This place, which reminds me of home cooking, with people who are too generous and food that's just damn good:

India Village
182 Second Avenue (between 11th and 12th Street)
New York, NY 10003

(i.e., right behind my dorm).

2000.09.28: Pedantic Jungle Monkey

S I M P L I F Y.

(And that's how it goes!)

2000.09.20: Freestyle #2000.03.14_01

triskaidekaphobia, like queen zenobia
tricks to the 13th degree
makin' ya land in monrovia
i got the mindset that'll make ya fret
got control ova your soul,
makin' yer lips wet
elections and campaigns,
sittin' tight, drinkin' champagne,
got hard strides, committin' crimes,
goin' insane, doin' the mundane
i'm a creepa, got no beepa
if ya wanna catch me, you gotta be a leapa
of tall buildings, in a single bound,
best be quick, or i'll never be found
i say what? i'm a ceasa--
take down palmyra, kill that old geeza
night strikes, zenobia's lost her pikemen
her eyes flitter, what's up with that zen?
got clicks in the shell, blowin' up hell,
comin' up the ante, can't ya tell?
sun rises, seein' ya shout:
damn baby, see the rout?
fields adry, i'm the godsend,
check one, check two,
i'm out, baby: the end.

2000.09.19: Stereophonic Child, Inc.

I don't understand a word you say, yet everything sounds beautiful. A melodic rhyme of consonants and vowels in a language undecipherable by my brain. The voice is your weapon; you are the temptress.

I'm on the outside looking in; Let me in.

Scenario II: Let me be your obi. Let me wrap around your waist like a slithering snake, enrapturing your heart and crystallizing your thoughts so they last forevermore.

After all, freeze frames supply the greatest of joys.

Butterfly: metamorphosize. In a mode of deception, the skin falls away. We've got a brand new being, a winner, a fortune teller's victory (as she creeps out the back door). Hail now, will you, to the thieves that take away the synthetic from the night. Hail now to the foreign bodied thieves that do create the unnatural for your surreal pleausre.

In that, the barren night }---

         ---{ your lunar voice comes, plays and holds me still: a neo-nexus.

2000.09.18: Dummy Kid Triad

"Do you still love her?"

"Whether I do or don't no longer matters. We're living in a whole new world of practicality. We do what makes business sense."

"But it can't be so simple, can it?"

"It can; just peel out the emotions and dampen the conscience. The shortest distance between where you are and where you want to be is a road laden with broken shards of glass and melted hearts. Give no attention to what is below you, and you will succeed."

"And in the end, all is good?"

"All is good."

2000.09.16: Amber's Obsidian

How do I feel this way tonight; I don't ever understand. Every bit of life, that I take away from you I need to stay awake, so please, will you excuse me? No, I don't understand.

And I never declared my truth; Every inch of soul that took from you every breath I knew I wouldn't give back; no.

The super human being that existed then is nevermore because I don't understand. Anymore.

Mysteries. Solid blocks of ice, concrete as your heart, a lovely pitcher of the most divine liquor that you know. Knock me silly now.

And so you test the theory and let her be how she wants to be. Oh yeh. That's no mystery.

That's no mystery.

Feel this way, I try tonight, it's way that I'll survive. Every breath I take from you tonight, I'll cherish so;

and give myself

another inch of life.


[NOTE: The above was written in a freestyling manner while listening to the song "Truth From Fiction" by The Supreme Beings of Leisure.]

2000.09.15: White Butterfly

4AM: The mind works very differently at this hour. The world seems surreal, especially when the setting is New York City.

// the only link i have
// between my past
// and my future
// is an angel
// with eyes that sparkle
// and a heart that is transparent

And all is good.

2000.09.13: Ghost In The Evangelion's Scroll

And so we come from Lilith; watch us grow. From the sage times of the green pastures to the turbulent nature of the waves that we crash upon, the journey our lives take is one filled with bad breath to watermelon bubble gum, and Rei Ayanami's blue hair to Homer Simpson's fat belly.

And of course: We can't forget the beautiful face of Jaymee Ong.

Everyday, I pass what seems like a million people on the streets of New York City (the capital of the Western world, arguably). In FOUR years, I hope to continue doing the same on the concrete/pavement of Hong Kong. [Everything leads towards something, you see, everything.]

The distance the human race travels is metaphorically analogous to what I or even You go through from life to death to a possible rebirth (and hence, it starts all over again).

Everythingology; that's the way to go. Socratic method is for wimps. Don't just question. Beat the shit out of it. Of everything. Of nothing.

The only time one may truly understand something is when there is in fact nothing: but of course, then we realize there is a mystery behind the fact that their indeed IS nothing (because there SHOULD be something, right?).

Right.

This has been nonsense courtesy of the Biometrik Conservation Society.

We thank you for reading.

2000.09.12: Artificial Superficial Beneficial

In two weeks of New York City, I may have indeed come across the most interesting thing yet today: And ironically, it really doesn't pertain to NYC at all.

One of the four classes I'm taking this fall 2000 semester is called Conversations of the West: Antiquities and the 19th Century. It's basically a philosophy class, discussing writings/history from the Bible to Saint Augustine, Socrates to Freud and Marx, all in the context of "conversations."

Anyhow, somehow the topic of pork/pig byproducts and how the Judaist and Islamic communities are naturally forbidden to eat such came up. Our professor asked why we aren't allowed to consume such meat, and my natural reply was (from what I had been taught), "pigs are dirty."

Well, herein came a shocker: According to our professor, there was a recent anthropological study in the Middle East/Near East that gave some newer, more absolute insight of why it came to be that we (along with Jews) do not eat pork: It seems pigs were worshipped and respected back in the day.

Yeh. Hrm.

So checkit: Pigs mass produce (not Fords, but mini-pigs), and the mother apparently has a tendency to often eat her children. Therefore, female pigs control the life and death of their children--a very godly trait indeed.

Egyptians found this fact highly divine, and admittedly, it is. To be able to control the fate of your children in a manner such as a female pig (especially when we speak of many mini-pigs at once) is a powerful ideology. Yeh.

Anyway, It's bloody 1AM. I have homework; (I can't believe I'm saying that).

In leaving: Ramen Noodles 0wn j00!

2000.09.09: Dequinixian Dossier

Two short weeks of New York City/Stern School of Business has turned me into a walking advertisement for Banana Republic.

It's all about the shoes.

2000.09.09: Sung In Shik

I'm 1,500 miles from home.

Wait: Technically you'd have to say 10,000.

Anyhow, whichever way you may view it, I'm far away from home.

I (somewhat) miss my Mommy.

It's time to grow up, son.

Indeed.