nicotine stains yellow ralph lauren 300 count egyptian linen damask exposed fog smog rolls in at 6:30 in the evening curls around brick buildings grey smothering blue skies and windexed windows posted by testimonies 11:57 PM Add a comment . . .
awwww my little brother is growing up to be quite the fine man. i am so proud of him =) posted by testimonies 9:36 AM Add a comment . . .
draft. in the symphonic hall warm euphony spreads, hovers golden as rich timbre'd cellos sing, soar brim empathy shining heightened wavelengths extend toward soaring glassplanes above- diffuse into soft light, misty and grainy- a photograph circa 1960. upper orchestra d101: a woman empire waisted, her hair in perfect curls and lips red and moist like her eyes, sits as words bring to pass a man her star glimmering in the sky his earnestness on bended knee and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled... bright light pierces ink oceans deep as telescopes with heartbreaking clarity reveal implosion millions and millions of years ago. posted by testimonies 5:45 PM Add a comment . . .
i just got back from lunch- imagine my surprise when i looked in my inbox and found a message to me from jeff bezos! sadly it twasn't specifically to me, cqli. but man oh man. what a great marketing tactic =) posted by testimonies 1:07 PM Add a comment . . .
so on the cable car, sometimes the conductors get frustrated, and for good reason. many drivers don't realize that you can't just smash on the brakes and stop at the last minute on these pure iron ton weighing vehicles. thus, (sometimes to their own detriment) drivers often suddenly swerve in front of the cable car in a desperate attempt to pass the 10 mph vehicle (muahahaha). anyway, ok this is totally mean, but it cracks me up how the conductors try to pound on their 'horn' to scream at the drivers, but on the cable car there are no horns. there's only the friendly sounding bell. thus, instead of laying a fat, extended BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP on the steering wheel that conveys ()#$*@*($)! YOU #$&*@)_@#*(%#()*!!!!! what you get instead is a conductor vigorously shaking and pulling the bell rope in anger and frustration, which unfortunately conveys something to the effect of clang! =) CLANG! =) clang! =) CLANG! =) [have a nice day] anyway. yeah. something that cracks me up. oh. something else that makes me laugh. so there was this guy who was frustrated that i wouldn't date him because he wasn't asian. well like i never told him that outright, but he knows i prefer asian people. anyway. so a bunch of us were in the car and he's in shot cuz he was too drunk to drive, so all he was capable of was controlling the cd player. christina, he goes, you'll really like this song, and he sticks in michael jackson's 'it don't matter if you're black or white' song. i didn't know whether to feel bad or laugh, it was so cute. he's so funny, i love him to death, but just not in that way... posted by testimonies 12:14 PM Add a comment . . .
oh how i have fallen. this has been a weird year for me. i'm looking in the mirror everyday, and although the physical features remain the same, the carriage and perspective of the face staring at me are unrecognizable. when i was home two weeks ago, it was the first time in a looooong time that i felt like myself. and this brought to the forefront of my consciousness how far i am from my goals, and the true extent to which my past has quagmired me. looking through some old emails i am reminded: the highest compliment i've ever received was from this guy i interned with two summers ago. one of the most passionate, empathetic, and driven people i've ever known, it's because the words came from him that they meant so much to me. one evening he had been walking along dupont circle and come upon a homeless looking man staggering on the street- ghastly pale, wide eyed, and gasping for breath. the pedestrians who passed him averted their eyes and quickened their pace. he wanted to help, but didn't know what to do. '...i tried calling you, but you weren't home', he told me later, 'so i tried to think of what you would do in that situation.' i've not thought of this in a long while, but it gives me hope. something i needed today. to excavate the remnants of my former attributes trapped beneath memories, fears, and circumstance. here's to a year of regaining my momentum, to rebuilding myself to who i used to be. posted by testimonies 2:02 PM Add a comment . . .
it's going to be rough today, i can feel it... posted by testimonies 10:34 AM Add a comment . . .
fyi: invertedly squirting apple juice through the straw opening in a minute maid box is alot more complicated, messy, and time consuming than finding a straw to suck it up. posted by testimonies 2:56 PM Add a comment . . .
i had the most quinessential of sundays yesterday- the perfect epitome of a lazy sunday afternoon: woke up at 10 am with no alarm clock just in time for church, despite hitting the sack around 5 the night before; i had prayed that if i was meant to go to morning service then i would get up in time by myself, yay =) i called my dad to wish him a happy father's day and muni'ed over to sunset. after service went to ocean beach to just sit with god for a while. it was the first time that week where i had more than an hour to myself, and the time of just sitting and waiting on the lord was refreshing. then was off to irving street to kick it with my cousin- we spent 3.5 hours at one of the bbq places, just chatting, eating and sipping tea: the most perfect way to spend a lazy sunday afternoon. the cantonese are onto something with the concept of 'yum cha', it's kinda sad that it's modernized into a hectic point and eat affair, although old schoolers in hong kong still get up at 7 am to relish in the delicacies and company. we went to pick up some boba afterward and went back to his apartment, where we viewed deuce bigalow, male gigolo (not the perfect way to end a quinessential sunday afternoon =) ) but never fear. after taking a break to read by the window, we watched the hong kong film fulltime killer- cool movie, the ending clinches it. it really was a sunday to be savored. posted by testimonies 2:11 PM Add a comment . . .
rembrandt's the prodigal son posted by testimonies 10:59 AM Add a comment . . .
