tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153414712011-11-10T17:10:07.102-05:00This is about my experience of being an alien living my life in New York City which has become home of my spirit and soul. I have felt excited, lost and challenged. I have felt unsure, confident and new. This is my record of those moments. I hope it connects us in some small and delicate way.NYEnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-33365782997174814012011-02-08T22:55:00.000-05:002011-02-09T01:55:19.354-05:00

For a week, we are of the same age. But only for a week or so. And I am listening to Aimee Mann tonight. You gave me that music and I took it with me to my new life. It is my soothing music now, it used to break my heart. And I am in California, far away from the cold and frozen and beautiful nights of New York. Why I would leave there, and come here. And leave my city and heart unattended. Why

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LET us go then, you and I,When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherised upon a table;Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,The muttering retreatsOf restless nights in one-night cheap hotelsAnd sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:Streets that follow like a tedious argumentOf insidious intentTo lead you to an overwhelming question. . .Oh, do not ask, "What is

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Do you really need to live it allto know it allor to liveeven the simplest lifeis enough to knowas what I saw from those eyeslonging to know even with no memories as if remembering

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On the second day of Thanks-giving holiday, I was waiting at the JFK United Airline terminal, catching a flight from New York to San Francisco--I am relocating. The airport was empty. And I do not feel that much of sadness as last time, when I left it in 2008. I knew now that New York is my city, my love and it comes with me. I don't leave it behind. Actually I just left it to go to Paris five

NYEnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-57461040132738054262009-03-10T23:59:00.004-04:002009-03-11T03:53:21.232-04:00

Little green dude is actually not in storage right now, since I like to squeeze it (so that it gives out that sound of Gee), when I am on the road past year, wandering here and there. No it is not in my purse. I am just built this way, as, you have been built in your way. Can trust be earned back? Sigh.

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So you will count my steps and do not track my sin. I don't know why this verse comes to mind at this moment.The ocean is quiet, dark but intends only well. Somehow the wine tasted salty.That man are in the mood to think of dust to dust, and people who have written about that remains beautiful to a fault.

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No dress with flower patternsThis is not Indochina, a world obsoleteMy skin, is the color of flameBurningTo the Winter sunlightWindows of neighbor so distant,a world separated, there are no faces behindOr I maybe be blindMan travels the world eating food, andfalls in love unintendedTwo years to the dayThe color red is fresh as blood from the new wound of paper cutThe book with the Note on the

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I should be packing, or cleaning my apartment, instead, I read without breathing "50 years on the frontline of history-Magnum", and jumped on the internet to search for photos that were taken 50 years ago. That deserves a whole other entry, my passion of black and white photography, or Capa, or Paris, or all of the above.Point is, I find happiness in things I want to do. Not things I should be

NYEnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-23872141225657931202008-02-23T11:35:00.010-05:002008-02-24T13:00:35.164-05:00

quit the job, but nice enough to give 2 months noticenever more proud of myselfset the end date of my lease of red studio, where I had the best time of my lifenot started packing yet for travel or storagearuged with friends about Obamaalmost started panicing about living out of suitcaseswanted to get away since D left the city last year, but work or sense of responsibility stranded meJust

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That is the year when they fell into devastating love, if only the frenzy comes from secrecy and suppressed passion is the constituent of love.They were holding hands up until the rail of the subway station, which she is to take for home. She let go of his hand, looking at him with a smile that is almost untraceable, her on top of the steps leading underground, him on the other side of the rail,

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Yesterday, Feb, 7, 2008, is Chinese New Year's day.And today, Feb 8, is a speicial birthday as well, not mine.8 is a good number in Chinese culture. Olympic will start on 080808, so the best of the best, full of prosperity.02082008, that is a very elegant number, and a good one. It will be a good year for people who are born in this day.This year is the year of earthy Rat, energetic, on the move,

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If I am an American Citizen, I would be voting for Obama.If I am in China, I would be getting ready for fireworks and to welcome a New Year, saying goodbye to my year of the red with tenderness.If I am with you, I would be simply smiling.

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This past year, I have changed a job and went to Denmark, and become a better human being, become myself. This city got empty, and achingly beautiful.And I will be missing it, soon. I just know. I have been born to see and feel the world in faraway places, who would have thought.That day trip to Louisanna Center of Contemporary Art, on the sea shore, north of Copenhagen, remains crisp and clear,

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His bedroom is having a wall painted in yellow. So are the sheets of the bed, so are the pillow covers. So are the color of my skin. My hair is the reddish dark. His hand, darker skined, rest on my arm.Ceiling fan is slowly turning, creating breezes that touches my naked back. I was lying among the yellow sheet, thinking, this is a stranger's hourse, but it is lovely.Red curtain hang low, the

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don't love meI know you want mebut you have to love meI don't careBut your desire of me is nothingYou have no ideahow much they want mehow much I want you stillfrom delicate to roughfrom eyes to revealed desirefrom being to beingI love you morewhen they love mefor that is the only timewhen I can and I know I canlove anyoneyou can't love anyoneas I have loved youas you have loved meas much as we

NYEnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-10670159306149968322007-12-10T22:55:00.000-05:002008-12-09T16:37:12.723-05:00

I fell in love, last weekend. He was a chief, but now a writer, and travels a lot. He writes about food, so to some extent, he is not doing anything that we call serious work. We have so much in common, that I believe we are born to be soul mate, or bite buddies.Good food leads to good sex, the common belief we share. And I like people, but especially man, who truly appreiciate the food they eat.

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Once you told me, you will love me forever; I understand what love is, my irl, but what is forever? Things that you said is just your courage; But don't cry, my girl; We are still togetherand no beautiful execuse is needed when time comes to part

NYEnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-85870619141608861672007-11-22T17:11:00.001-05:002007-11-22T17:11:38.748-05:00

Saw Caetano's performance in Nokia Theater 2 days ago. His song in Talk to Her, a film I watched years ago, signifies a start of significant phase in my life. So his voice, is always special to me. He sang that song tonight, and said, when people say "I hate you" tenderly, it sometimes means the deepest way to say I love you. That kind of passion I knew. There are two other song writers, Lou Ta

NYEnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-1032543807270449122007-11-18T00:32:00.000-05:002008-12-09T16:37:13.082-05:00

My grandfather died long before I was born. He starved to death during the early 60s leap foward time in China, one out of millions of victim of man-made disaster, mostly peasants.He could have told me lot of stories if he lived longer, for although he was illiterate, he was the story keeper of the village. He was the one who keep the village people entertained at night, after a day's of hard

NYEnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-15039232688848402932007-09-03T00:38:00.001-04:002007-09-03T00:38:52.026-04:00

i wish I could draw.

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In a thank-you card that Robin sent me, for my birthday gift to her, a colorful bracelet, only her type can pull off as wearing, she said: This friendship meant so much to me. You always make me laugh. That sentence fills my heart with tendenness and a little proud, like I am being minted, as a good comdian. Robin is leaving in a week to start her three-country journalist study for the next 2

NYEnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-84146734619269063922007-08-11T21:30:00.000-04:002008-12-09T16:37:13.636-05:00

The color of the above Kinomo, is what Japanese called: genuine red. My last name means red, in Chinese, this is my year to wear lot of red. So there goes, my color. Color of passion, of genuine, truly, non compromisingly, obssessively red.

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"I am in Europe right now, give me the URL of your blog again." This is a friend who lives in Beijing. Blogspot is still not accessible there sometime. I did not think of catching him on always have to ask for it again. "Where are you"? "Berlin. "Sometime, I think, blog makes my friends able to enjoy the company of my feelings or thoughts at time and mood that they most feel like, or when they

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She will still be beautiful when she gets older, the structure and the economy is there. I don't know you can use the word economy like that, but I get it. And it feels right. When a man can describe a woman's beauty like this, you know he gets it and you know he get some real beauty in front of him. But he then did even better, "She could show lots of heart, liver and soul in time." He is in

NYEnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-86563687282395332202007-07-11T22:00:00.001-04:002008-12-09T16:37:14.185-05:00

Am working on a Return On Investment Point of View deck right now for my client, 10:08PM, and watching (actually listening to) COPA live on a Spanish TV channel, on Sopcast.I can hardly tell the Argentinian from Mexican, it is that blurry.But at least, the suspesne won't kill me now.I took some days off last week, I can not complain.And when you are this busy, you are less prune for feeling sad.

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Ratatouille first came to me as one of the advertising campaigns that we need to report on, in my new job. I told myself I better watch this film for all the hair pulling the team has done to get the number out. Then I watched the trailer for 20 seconds, the scene on the river bank, when the boy and little rat was staring at each other through a glass jar: "I can not cook, can I? The little rat

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I love this band, I gave my heart to Manu Chao, after seeing their live perfromance this past weekend. If you are in proximity of tri-state area, run to Prospect Park NOW. They are back to Brooklyn today and tomorrow. That pain, energy and beauty of passion.

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I was standing in front of a wall of Soccer gears, in the basement floor of Paragon, looking all confused. I need to pick out something called Shin Proectors. I need them. I know how it feels to be kicked on Shin, in the sense that we girls think the best way to punish a dick boyfriend is to kick right on his shin, hard, with pointy shoes. Overwhelmed with the choices in size, color and

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I will be walking the 20 miles, around this city, tonight, for the Out of Darkness event, that promote awarenss of depression and suicide prevention.Thanks for all the support from friends, I have suppassed the donation goal and is part of this worthy cause. You will be with me.

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I was feeling warm reading this cartoon book, American Born Chinese, with the story of Monkey King smartly woven into, tales of whom I grew up with. Then I read the Modern Love article from New York Times: When Chine Reopend, I Rushed in Too Fast. Toward the end, it said: "I think about East and West Misunderstandings and endless schisms, the missed cues and the cultural and political divide that

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We sat on the steps of St Patricks Church in mid town, facing fifth avenue, with shopping bags from Saks at our feet, from the little excursion to the sales floor. We were caresed by the breeze of Spring, we were watching new york city getting home, enjoying, laughing and finding themselves in love. Robin is a relative new friend, we were together more in the past 6 months. I don't remember when

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I may or may not come in tomorrow. I told my boss. I extended my last day to this week, but I decided to slack for a day. It is a summer day, I am getting coffee, doing laundry, wearing strip top and jeans, flat sandals of green color, getting my first two pairs of Army Green Jeans from tailtor shop, slacks' life is good. Girl scream at me while crossing the street and we were on each other's

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I was crying and laughing watching this movie called The Holiday on DVD. It is a girl's flick, of course, but so well written and performed that it is funny and moving, and I am not ashamed to say that I was actually feel so thrilled and happy when I see Kate Winstlet got so much happier, and stronger and deservedly so, in the end; and Cameron actually made me cry when she cried. And Jude Law, oh

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I made it on time to City Ballet building, leaving early from the double farewell drink half of which was for me, from Under the Volcano at Mid-town. After three gin and tonics, I wish I won't fall into Sleep at the performance with the music that has always haunted me. I did not. I was upbeat, awake, although my thought drifted often, from the side box seat, and I kept on losing track of Romeo.

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The counter offer came next day of my resignation, it is extra generous for the standards of this company, just a little shy of the one I am getting elsewhere, but again, term is not a key factor here. And again, as I was told, instant credibility here, should more than make up the difference. I did not even try to negotiate up. I am leaving, period. I made a promise to the other company that I

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I quit my current job this past Wednesday, typing up a neat resignation letter to my boss and friend, among the usual noise outside my office made by people I don't like, which I can dismiss now since I won't have to endure it much longer. My personal stuff remain unpacked in a box from last moving, for I know this departure is coming. The idea striked me only in early March. Last time I tried to

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First YouTube Post--One of My Favoriate Composer and Pianist

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I was standing in front of the counter of the over-lighted Viatnamese Paris Sandwich shop on Mott street. I wanted to try everything on that neon menu glistering from the wall. "Grill Pork Sandwich", "Rice Noodle with pork and cuncumber", "Coconut Cake", it goes on and on. I knew I will love everything in that little shop. Indochine fusion food is among my favorite. I finally ordered hot milk tea

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Snow stormy night, I Pod played shuffled songs on my speaker, suddenly, this comes: Messiah complex blues from clem SnideCabeca Feita from Maria TeresaSmog Moon from Matthew SweetDress Up In You from Belle and SebastianSomeone who loves me deeply must have ordered these songs for me tonight. I am a happy girl, right now, warm too. You know, Belle and Sebastian.Are we kidding ourselves sometime?

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I have been drowned with work, re-kindeled ambition, interviews, boring business pitch, missing your presence in my life, anxiety from getting out there again-finding a new employment after 8 years of tense and binding relationship. And I am free! And I can not breathe, sometime out of excitment, sometime out of unfounded expectations. Sometime freedom seems such a bright promise, sometimes it

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Oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always didLike the Spanish City to me when we were kids We were kids, a year ago, today. Yet, it looks so pretty to me just like it always did

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"Are you judging me at a moral high ground?""No, I am not on any moral high ground. Not me. I am not juding you." I chuckled for that question.We were sitting in my favoriate Korean restaurant on 32 street at 2 am that Saturday night. Previously we were both at a drink outing with some co-worker.He walked up to us and the creative guy N that I was talking to. N began to introduce us. W said: We

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Rome, The Open CityMe:Seriously, you do not have to see me today although I am cute today, but please answer my question about English grammar as I am trying to assimilate:What is the REAL difference between "I have been thinking about you" and "I thought of you"?D:"I have been thinking about you" and "I thought of you" are basically the same thing.When one says "I thought of you" it means "at

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You will be punished for breaking the rules. Don't eat the grape, little girl. We are all rule breakers, forbidden acts thrilled us, forbidden kisses, were like fire. And this monster, is just perfect, for punishers. I was a scared kid, and then a girl. But I am not afraid of punishment carried out by monsters, it makes the game fair. And there are consequences far worse than being torn up, eaten

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You could be totally alone in a party, surrounded by people, not friends, just people who know your name, your face, but don't know you. They are strangers that you have to work under the same roof.They don't matter anymore. None of these. But I am wearing red, like a flame, someone say. The crying is inside, invisible even from the moon.This holiday party is at the same venue as we had our first

NYEnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15341471.post-10766240663299873522007-01-31T02:15:00.000-05:002008-12-09T16:37:20.489-05:00

I always like colder weathers. Winter is my season. Snow is close to my soul.I like snow, the way they fall, weightlessly; coffee shops in a winter day, with large windows facing street or the park, filled with people, sitting and chatting; afternoon sun, and the red gloves and scarf; and the thought of a warm place or a memory of a lovely dinner at a cosy restaurant that lasted until late into

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In a neighborhood restaurant today, I picked up a small blue brochure for Take Steps Toward Saving Lives, about an event of overnight walk in June, 2007 at New Yor City:Out of the Darkenss Overnight, sponsored by American Foundation For Suicide Prevention.I registered today to be a walker for this cause, something very near and dear to my heart.To support me as a participant by donating, please

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We were lying in bed, late at night, after sex. We were holding hands while having our eyes closed. We were silent for a bit, savoring it. You said that night: "Let's have a baby." It took a lot for you to say that finally--I had been the one who was asking for it all all along--you came in me for the first time without any protection, mentally or phsyically. "I could never be those surburban

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1. I run out of note pads and do not know where to get the supplies, do not want to know either. I am taking notes, only if it is absolutely necessary, on random pieces of papers that I can put my hands on, as I get along. This include borrowing, stealing, or picking up from recycled bin near printers.2. They are changing our normal working week from 35 hours to 42 hours, with no pay raise. 3. I

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Could I have done something differently that night, or the many nights since then? They still ask me at the bar: you would not do that again? Right? They serve my drinks with mixed feelings and measured politeness. I regret so many things that I could have done, but not this one. I hoped to wake you up, or stop you by doing this. I was wrong for feeling powerless, though. It could have been easy,

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I love you like loving something between shadow and light, as Bart's favorite poet Nerudar has written. Well, I feel like living between shadow and light right now, due to jet lagg from my swift trip home. This trip is different from all the previous ones, those are for fleeing, for fear and validation, this is for facing up, for lifting the weight, that I have been carrying, under which I could

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"Are you a one-man girl?" One guy I met only for the second time asked me, the first time is more than a year ago in a party thrown for his girl friend. He remembered me from back then.He is having a semi long term and long distance relationship with the same girl and he hopes that I am not a one-man girl, thus be more receptive to his situation and be open-minded with whatever he is having in

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This client again makes me angry. I am sorry that I let her or this work makes me angry. I am sorry that I let myself feel the rage. I know rage is such a negative feeling, so let me post this to amuse you and amuse myself.Morning:The moment I put on my pair of new boots, I felt sea sick.I realized that they are like two little boats, not boots, for me.So, one and two, on-board....hold on to the

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The once dictator, died today. He died at an old age, surrounded by by his family, and was never tried on court for what he did. The year he oeverthrew the democratice goverment of his country, the poet died with agony and pain, for the fate of his land. It was a dark time. It was 1973. There was a young man who fled the country with his family soon after, like many others, going on exile. That

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LIN: SOS. Where is rest of the story?NYR: Final chapter is in your inbox right now...do you like itLIN: Sure I am. It is just hard to wait.NYR: It came in series...don't you think it is good you have something to look forward to in the last 3 days.LIN: I feel vey excited when reading your story. I need to take a deep breath. How touching the story is!(Not enough validation...)NYR: Does my story

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My friend M asked me: Do you want to go see this band with me?Which one? I don't know new and local bands here or anywhere--I don't follow them. So the question does not mean to filter and judge, just a natural reaction."Eef Barzelay of Clem Snide". I do know this band, though. It is D's favorite band.I hesitated, I am not sure whether D will be there too. I don't want him to feel followed by me

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Red going on break, not with this blog, but with life. Workaholic guilty free, blackberry off, a time to go back to basic, being grounded and real.

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A year ago, tonight, I was miserable and smashed 4 wine glasses in my apartment, and wrote this post, claiming the end of NYR blog. Although I did revoked that decision two weeks later.That was after a especially happy weekend that we had together.Two years ago this night, I was sitting in the Kenneday airport, going to Paris, the paris that we never have gone together, yet.We are similar people,

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I was enjoying the color, the palace, the beautiful shots, the mood, the fun, shoes, clothes, cakes, a story of a girl's life, when in that white tent, at night, someone began to rub the rim of their glasses.Tears blurred my vision. I was thinking of that night of ours.Has it been a year already. It felt like yesterday, it felt like a second ago, and it felt like forever.I like this movie, how it

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I was typing in my blog name to find my blog today. And I found that someone else may have viewed this blog by seeing the related web sites served up by typing in the keyword "elias canetti".It was on some sort of a unheard Search engine or free encyclopedia called "Sirchin". My post Eraritjaritjaka is the number 4th on related blogs.For a second, I decided to try my luck on the almighty Google.

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Me: Do you mean Empathy Room.Friend: Sorry, typo, not empaty room, Empty Room, or abandoned ones.Me: or DerelictIt came out, a word that makes my heart miss a beat. I remember how I first learn it, from you, and how I see it in different books and movies, Secetary, My Own Private Idaho, Wim Wender's photo book...and now.I just miss you so much.

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I combed through the Chelsea galleries on Saturday afternoon, from 25 street, zigzagging to the 20th. That is lot of walk, climbing up and down, pacing back and forth, like I was thinking, although I was also looking.Problem with me is that I don't follow specific art news to know what to focus, so I had to cover it massively and leave it to luck. That spontaniety and anticipation for the unknown

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Jon Stewart shouted: Republicans, own your scandal, don't rationalize it! "I feel so thrilled to hear that, at 11 PM at night, extremly tired--not like my usualy typical immigrant aloof reaction to political heat in this country.I feel that is a good sentence. It summed up the absurdity of the situation and many situations.Own it. There are so many things that we don't want to own, but want to

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The client dinner in the Brazailian restaurant across World Plaza was more fun than I expected, the endless offer of various type of meat was filling. I actually enjoyed the company, my co-workers and the blonde client woman who is crazy but we now kinda of bond. Maybe because I am crazy too. The girl I work with a lot whom I love sat across me. J was not far either, which made everything else

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Whether the little boy is still searching for the pieces of red glass washed ashore, and here so complete and so intentionally displayed as a whole

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My plane was approaching Seattle at 9PM. The cloud covering the city was red rimmed by the setting sun. Surrounded by water, glimmering with evening lights, Seattle seemed peaceful and inviting.I was admiring the sceneries, overlooking this city that left me memories of bitter and sweet.There is no more person here that I came to see with a pounding heart, or left with a broken one. It is work,

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On a busy and narrow street in Seattle, I got in the cab that was called for me by the receptionist of the office.Cab driver: Where are you going? (He sounds weird, slow, but I did not think much)Me: W hotel.CD: Where?Me: W-----hotelCD: Wal---mart?I cast a serious look to make sure he was not bullshiting with me. He looked mentally challenged. He reminded me of the guy who sat in the basement in

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My parents used to have lots of fights. They were young parents, beautiful, but poor intellectuals living in a medium-sized city in the north of China, which could be conservative and depressing.They fought and got into cold war of non-speaking regularly, primarily becuase of self-inflicted poverty due to my father's generosity to friends and relatives. I used to take his side, now I undertand my

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Red dreams of having such a life, although choice of book may vary. Following is an FFA matrix for 13 factors:FactorRun A B C D E F G H I J K L M1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 02 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 1 1 1 0 1 13 0 0 1 0 0 1 1 0 0 1 1 0 14 0 0 1 1 0 1 1 1 1 0 1 1 05 0 1 0 0 1 0 1 0 1 0 1 1 06 0 1 0 1 1 0 1 1 0 1 1 0 17 0 1 1 0 1 1 0 0 1 1 0 1 18 0 1 1 1 1 1 0 1 0 0 0 0 09 1 0 0 0 1 1 0 1 0 0 1 1 110 1 0 0

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She walked in, a trashy blonde looking woman, she walked in the conference room and she said: we may need to bring in some testing specialist, agency usually don't do the type of advanced testing that I did before. "Her arrogance offended me. "You mean, Fractional Factorial test?" I cut in.She was surprised: "Yes." I was amused and satisfied. "We do that all the time here".That is partially the

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Red Shoe and Red Menuat Slatewhere we first knew each other differentlywhen we were bothin the mood for love

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He who has too many words can only be alone. ---Elias CanettiYou can have my head, or my heart, but I can not pronounce this word for you--Eraritjaritjaka. Who says Chinese is difficult?In my Playbill, Notes on the program, it says in the first sentence: Erarijjaritjaka refers to

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He told me, much to my surprise: "I think you are very beautiful. I do", in a so-called English corner of a nearby university, in English, when we were 19.English corner is the place where Chinese students who love to practice English can expect to meet with foreigners or other students to speak English.It is, for many of us, a good place to meet guys or girls too--a more legitimate one than the

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A beautiful Chinese song, Leaf (Click to play)A leaf, is the tired wing, resting on the tree;The wing, is a leaf that is falling.Loneliness is one person's revelry;revelry is the loneliness of the crowd.I am walking, stopping, writting letters, listenting to my own voice;Where my heart is drifting, I can not see.But I know, it is not just that I have lost you.* * *I am so tired from work.I

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Too tired from work to post anything this night, although I have stories that I wish to write up.Too busy and exhausted to take care of important things in my life, I want a month off, a trip to go away with you, Costa Rica, maybe, to see your smile and know you are well, to laugh, together with you.Yet, now I can only post the photo of the red roof of a French Bistro in the city I visited over

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When I walked out this morning to get my breakfast, I took two sections out of my Weekend New York Time, the book review and the travel; art and leisure is for later; real estate and automobile is for toss. It reflects my restless heart, mind and body of exploring the unknown places, in stories or in destinations.When I was reading the book reivew and enjoying my bagel sitting beside the fountain

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The new senior account lead, which I barely met but have worked together over conference calls and meetings, a German guy, shouted on the other end of the phone: "I love her work! I love her! I love what she did on this account! " Of course, I was there in the office with my boss, so he may just say it to please me. I am modest when it comes to compliment.I am modest when it came to the time when

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Between Ice Cream, exercise, new shoes, thinking of you, world cup games, heat wave and storms, I acquired the following books from my most recent trip to B&N at 66 street and Broadway.By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (Paulo Coelho)Amsterdam (Ian McEwan)Above two authors I never read before, but they seem to be very productive and easy read. I am curious.The Thinking Fan's Guide to The

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In the bar, I patted my friend on the shoulder and left. She is a supporter of Germany--simply because she want to see Germany play Brazil, many people support the host country because of that reason.I don't understand that. Soccer to me is a loyalty thing.I walked out of the bar to go back to the office. The sun is bright and it is a beautiful day in New York. I walked along Madison Avenue on

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I burst into laughter on the street with myself while thinking of this little incident a couple of months ago. My heart was aching from missing you, but was able to laugh, at myself.I was in my grocery store--the Wholefood in Time Warner Center at Columbus Circle. I was paying at registra and randomly glanced through the little eat out area where usually there are lot of young professionals

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Can not go. Should be on the plane last night, reschedule it. Of course, there is also a legitimate reason. I have to stay here to work on some new account, on which I will work with your best friend.How do we take torture like this? Tell me.Can not go. Even the potential boat ride on lake Washington, the cute PM who hit on me, the planned good time and vacation after that could not make me enjoy

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I was in awe. I love story telling, and it can not be better done than this. It is a one-to-one experience, it is up close and personal. It is divine.To own that moment with Rlaph Fiennes, or Frank Hardy, is a blessing. To listen to Ian McDiarmid's in his drunk British accent about the tale of a woman in red dress and a black ribbon in the back takes you to a fareaway places, dreamy, in the small

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It had to be the shirt, I looked down. My boss pointed out she can see my pink bra and some skin during our weekly meeting, before everyone else shows up. So I sat really close to the conference table, seeking covering.It is my favorite summer shirt to go with the white pant, but it is tighter now, compared to last year.I will have a talk with my Korean Drying cleaner--what have you done to my

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Thumb hurt, neck hurt, eyes hurt, heart sang, I wrote a letter, on the leather patterned paper.I hope it reach you--the person handling my package was insulted since I insisted on seeing him put it in the padded envelope. So it is all fate now.Is this seventh-grade love stricken behavior or urban tales of love and pain?I was told foreigners love differently on this land.Here is more proof of that

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That is the second goal, and all the goals before and after it, by Argentinean in the match against Serbia on this world cup. The game started approximately two hours ago.Argentinean players are young, with darker skin, and shy smile. They have the beautiful faces from that land with strong wind, the horseman's country, from the knife fighting and guitar playing and tobacco chewing and story

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I am posting more photos here to entertain the readers who like to see more of the red studio. New York Red's Red Studio, in a red building, on 55 and 9th, full of dreams, and love and memories with her love, the crazy girl red.Following conversation proves that:MM: I am the most seemingly girly among us...me: I could be girly too sometime (was about to say I could be a needy chick and prefered

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I was drinking Green Tea with Honey tonight to try to get back my crisp and girly voice, to not to have the cold explode and to fight off the rain and chill of of this week in the city.Then I feel like re-reading the little fiction that was in the New Yorker of May 15, 2006, titled "Adina, Astrid, Chipewee, Jasmine" by Mattew Klam. They are babies's names.It is a chilling, true, funny story with

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People here told me this is a evil date number, since it is related with the demon or Satan.I remember the movie Rosmary's Baby and The Omen. Mia Farrow was so lovely in that Polanski movie.In Chinese culture, however, 6 is a lucky number and 666 is just super lucky.What a difference! And I, live in the space between the two culture, just think this is a special day, when the number combination

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This man, who told me the story of the wind-up bird chronicle, has long eyelashes. In his eyes, once set upon me, I can’t read what I see.He gave me this Open Letter from Birds. He feels their anger and contempt.During his crazed day, he thinks of the mystery between birds and language. I am touched.This man, walking besides me, on the street of New York, makes me smile and silent. He talks, and

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I thought I could not be recognized four months after, but I was.She gave me a hug and said: don't do crazy things like that anymore. Ok?My girl friend said: she is not like that in general.I am just missing our good time together.And I will do it all over again, for different reasons, in a happy way.Trust me.But I asked not to sit in the exact seats you and I sat.It will bring back too much

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I remember what you wrote to me:"Am listening to Neil Young right now. He's incredible. His politics are perfect. His music is the blues with a late 60's early 70's vibe.It's incredible.I bought a copy of what's called his "Greatest Hits" for JP. This is his kind of music.And then I bought a copy for myself because it's my kind too.I miss you right now for all the right reasons and all the wrong

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SharingI was walking on a quiet back street days ago in a residential neighborhood. It was breezy.I coughed a little.I saw a guy walking his huge Labrador in a distance, looking my way. As I got closer, I saw that he was looking at me with a urge to talk."Are you sick?""No, but I might be getting a cold." I am on the verge of it for a month already.I smiled a little as I walked pass him, avoiding

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"We will make sure you are comfortable with your portion", the lead woman said in her email, which is 2 slides for me to present. She is very nice.I was pulled in last minute for a new business pitch with head of the office and some other people.I replied "Sure!". I meant it. I am comfortable, with 2 slides or 20 slides; knowing nothing about this pitch or company. I am comforable because I have

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I was on a status meeting and I was bored. And this guy sat besides me talked non stop and he is a big talker, even not really having done his homework, too well groomed for my taste. He totally got on my nerve with his TALK.I drew faces on my notebook from boredom and impatience. Then I wrote down: He talk too much! I know it has a grammar mistake in it.After he was done talking, he handed me

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A story about Africa that make me cryA dry cleaning sign that said OrganicAn American guy standing on the corner of the 72 and Broadway and was saying to his mobile: So are you going to Shanghai?A jogging and walk to Riverside park that began to hurt my kneeA visit to the white washed museum where we visited together lastAn email to you about the visit and other thoughtsA struggle of whether to

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My laywer is a middle-aged Chinese guy, who studied both in Germany and US, and is currently practicing law in tr-istate area. He is pretty dry and non interesting to talk to, as a typical lawyer. And he speaks English with dialect accent of the part of China he is from.He was excited on the phone with me today and said "check out my website".I went and under a navigation bar called "My brandname

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A more senior person in the group walked in with a piece of paper "Can I ask you a mathematic question?" "Yes."I am not a statistician although used to be really good at math and physics, in the high school of China and I did get a perfect score in my GMAT math exam."Each segment has a life time value of $550, $640, $440, respectively. Each segment has different size. How do I calculate overall

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This photo was taken by you in MOMA last time we were there, in Jan. You took this one illegally using my camera. I took it with me to Asia. I never erased it from the camera. I want to keep it to feel that you are close.It also reminds me of how good you are in your drawing and writing.This Spring I rode a lot along the bike route of Hudson river. Last weekend I rode up to Dyckman Street from 55

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The three of us were sitting in an old Irish Pub on Park Avenue, three girls after work.Sara said: I am thinking what I want to do after graduation. Maybe a bartender." She is a funny girl, an fiction major in New School graduating in a month.She could go wild for no reason. Last time we went out to a birthday party together last year, she went to the bathroom and exposed her breast to two guys

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