addict

il faut que j'arrete.

lang lang lang

i hate eugene lang.
i do not belong here.

we'll see.
puis, arianna and i went to this ghetto food shop and had a decent panini with a gross lemon tart

then i wandered off to do errands (what an american word)
got this johnathan conditioner (bleh going to return)
then waited half an hour at the food emporium for a freaking card....

off to barneys, the perfume tempted me. arianna saved me (and killed me)
we saw jay manuel. laaaaame.

we tried to go to this austrian café, but it was closed after walking 50 blocks....die

we then died in central park and got back home

ben was too nice and got rosemary....started making curry - too good.

i died. i miss asian life.

2 alarms. die you idiots....please educate yourself.

ugh can't sleep. watched the make it or break it finale...bleh...
tested pianos in the lounge. they are shit.

please try again new school.

p.s. is that a frank gehry?

on mange

david burke townhouse for brunch.
got the prix-fixe, 3-course meal

me:

parfait of big eye tuna and salmon tartares

mustard crusted tuna

crunchy sorbet - fromage blanche, banana, mango

arianna:pretzel crusted crabcake
smoked salmon scramble
the original coconut wedge

kristen:fresh berry, granola and vanilla yogurt
lobster scramble
warm and crisp apple tart

too good.
dior afterwards, face wash + tailoring info
mad dash to dorm for dad and final meeting.
died in line for a ticket to the cruise
....boat was boring-ish
pasta dinner
tlc conjoined twins
jacob

too much...

mashed

i can't explicate everything in detail so:

moving in was a rush
ben's super nice
room is decent
i love the access in this city
arrianna and kristen is the new possé.
we went to like 3 pastry shops
grocery shopping is weird because you buy things that are "supposed" to be in the kitchen...and i'm starting from scratch.

a lot of fun people. it's funny how they also are nervous to meet others.
that's what ice breakers are for.


can't really tell much...it's just....


obviously not in a writing mood...

ciao

special NY-entry edition:

presque

ikea, encore.
i knew what i needed to get: did my research, went previously back in the west.
i got my children's duvet/pillow cover, kitchen basics, and surge thing.

afterwards, i went into a severe yet abrupt coma.
then went to a ghetto H-Mart. but they covered me with basic asian food needs. though ironically i got pastas and forgot soy sauce.

i miss the sanitary dryness of california.
i can't wait to settle into my new niche: 4th floor with the view of the park and the empire.

need:
camera
art supplies
textbook
40% humidity











i'm ready to become a local peg-leger.

petit à petit l'oiseau fait son nid

got:
rubber spatula
jamie oliver casserole/ souffle dish
korres aloe/soapwort shampoo
80 hangers
J.A. Henkels 3-knife set
pillow

need to get:
children's bedsheets
a leaf canopy
cutting board
plate(s)
flatware
glass
duvet
camera
textbook
art kit

departures

so my last day, the plan - breakfast with paris....but she had "errands" ("ha, such an american word") so it was was postponed to 10.....then 11....then to 12. (P.S. thank you for the soap).

well, i got some gas...went to blockbuster where they FINALLY had the Pianist - i still trusted the Cannes Film Festival jury.

at 12 we met, in awkward happenstance. off to not breakfast, not brunch, but IKEA.
it was fun browsing uselessly through the furniture display rooms. lunch: swedish meatballz

then back home - with a "moving" hug. soon, as i was on my way back to DB, i called chris to...have one last idle hang out.

we saw The Pianist - just another "schindler's list"....but done with more modern yet literal cinematography. i mean....it was a good point of view - showing how music...or passion for music or anything caries people through everything but....meh. i guess it was a nice personal story from polanski. but the Chopin was perfect. after, we just lazily watched TV. then i had to go. a hug. a goodbye. a question. and a wave. didn't expect it to be that simple. tristesse.







take off: 45 min delay due to a broken toilette door.
met a malaysian girl.
horrible seats- couldn't recline.
the first 2 hours were the slowest of my life - it felt like i experience he dumping of the eminent time difference. but the second half went by quickly thanks to "confessions of a shopaholic" - rebbeca, i speak prada too.

as i walk ot of the plane - something familiar hit me - humidity. as i loaded the luggage into the car of my dad's old friend.........sweat.

got home to silence, moisture, and hunger.
i checked out my luggage- emptied out deliveries to uncle and sat down to watch 2 hours of food network and travel. and fell asleep to pokemon.

so far so good.



soon