Scramble
A particular kind of egg, enjoyed very much with masala made from onions, garlic and tomatoes.
A rush, the adrenaline kind, to write write write. A mess, usually imposed by an external authority.
If you're looking for a point (or a silent sky) you won't find it here. I write this on a table not mine, in a room with furniture not mine, having just got back to a wonderful productive r u s h from a nice break.
I like that. To make a point, one can utilize font style. How much I wish I could write my papers like this. Hey academia, I'm talkin' to you.
"Now, the FCC won't let me be, or let me be me, so let me see..."
See previous post for where I was, incidentally I got that picture of the internet, but I saw it by mine own two eyes. I was called mamu multiple times by the cutest little adorable kid of a cousin sis who has matured into this half elder sister half mother figure that still throws me off. Especially since her face still looks sixteen. She's married well. I love visiting them. Upper east side, get off at 86th and Lexington.
In-laws were also around, so it was good, showing them around the city. Took the ferry ride yet again, I don't get bored on a boat. I like watching the water. We experienced a rude Chinese waiter which wasn't fun, and Central Park which was. Sis-in-law surprised both of us by downing three shots of (admittedly mediocre) Tequila on a night out in the city. But hell, Tequila is Tequila. Lotsa alcohol content.
Girl and me, we trekked around the city, got a bit drunk at Bryant Park. "It's nice isn't it, all these bankers around us" "Yeah, they look so clean even though it's the end of the day"... "S has really done well to keep calling all these years, na?" "Your friends tend to do that"
We also interrupt an old man taking a photograph, girl is all "oh sorry". Old man is of the sweetheart type, replies "it's you I wanted!"
But the key revelation: "Women here really wear nice earrings". It's true, I never notice earrings. Has anyone else realised this, how women do all sorts of things men never even see? In any case, if you want see nice earrings, come to New York. Also, a lot of the women wear these impossible heels, cousin sis also mentions this, yet they walk around okay.
Also, met up with old friend, who surprised me by telling me she used to live in those parts, for three years. During school. Ruminated a bit over the probability of the two of us drinking masala chai in lower Chelsea, of all places. A bit surreal, she said, this. Is of the generally fed up with work life, but don't know what else to do. "I want to write, but where will the money come from?" "Feed the soul" "But what about my stomach?"
A particular kind of egg, enjoyed very much with masala made from onions, garlic and tomatoes.
A rush, the adrenaline kind, to write write write. A mess, usually imposed by an external authority.
If you're looking for a point (or a silent sky) you won't find it here. I write this on a table not mine, in a room with furniture not mine, having just got back to a wonderful productive r u s h from a nice break.
I like that. To make a point, one can utilize font style. How much I wish I could write my papers like this. Hey academia, I'm talkin' to you.
"Now, the FCC won't let me be, or let me be me, so let me see..."
See previous post for where I was, incidentally I got that picture of the internet, but I saw it by mine own two eyes. I was called mamu multiple times by the cutest little adorable kid of a cousin sis who has matured into this half elder sister half mother figure that still throws me off. Especially since her face still looks sixteen. She's married well. I love visiting them. Upper east side, get off at 86th and Lexington.
In-laws were also around, so it was good, showing them around the city. Took the ferry ride yet again, I don't get bored on a boat. I like watching the water. We experienced a rude Chinese waiter which wasn't fun, and Central Park which was. Sis-in-law surprised both of us by downing three shots of (admittedly mediocre) Tequila on a night out in the city. But hell, Tequila is Tequila. Lotsa alcohol content.
Girl and me, we trekked around the city, got a bit drunk at Bryant Park. "It's nice isn't it, all these bankers around us" "Yeah, they look so clean even though it's the end of the day"... "S has really done well to keep calling all these years, na?" "Your friends tend to do that"
We also interrupt an old man taking a photograph, girl is all "oh sorry". Old man is of the sweetheart type, replies "it's you I wanted!"
But the key revelation: "Women here really wear nice earrings". It's true, I never notice earrings. Has anyone else realised this, how women do all sorts of things men never even see? In any case, if you want see nice earrings, come to New York. Also, a lot of the women wear these impossible heels, cousin sis also mentions this, yet they walk around okay.
Also, met up with old friend, who surprised me by telling me she used to live in those parts, for three years. During school. Ruminated a bit over the probability of the two of us drinking masala chai in lower Chelsea, of all places. A bit surreal, she said, this. Is of the generally fed up with work life, but don't know what else to do. "I want to write, but where will the money come from?" "Feed the soul" "But what about my stomach?"
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