I'm stuck here but I want to go home.
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Saturday, October 27, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Night Out
I've just returned from a night out with my brother. I shall blog while the memories are fresh and the alcohol still swims in my blood.
The night started at some angmoh-ran chilli crab place that is really unimpressive to me. Everyone else thought the place was cool and the food was good. And yar, it's far too pricey and unappetizing to me. Bland food, equally bland conversation. Double minus.
I did have some quail egg shots which were gross (the egg was squishy and liquid) and reassuringly warm. Interesting.
Later as we trotted around the meatpacking district we saw some blond lesbian couple making out. Typical.
Lots of short skirts in the cool weather. Everyone is probably warmed up by alcohol. Expected.
After checking out a couple of lounges, we settled for some overcrowded lounge where I chatted with an old man who was from Israel. Everyone else thought he was trying to hit on me. -_-. Uninterested.
I had this conversation with my brother:
Him: So, you look kind of... shocked.
Me: It's okay.
Him: So do you think it's like the Catcher in the Rye word....? What is it...
Me: Phony.
Him: Oh, yes.
Me: No, not phony. It's meaningless.
Him: (exclaiming with his hands waved apart) You mean hanging out with friends.. This is meaningless? *look of mock horror*
Me: (rolls eyes)
Side note: Am I the only one who notices that we are the only bunch of Asians in the meatpacking district? Ah, I guess I'm the only one in Psych and learning all about culture differences.
After some cocktail drink of some sort we proceeded to someone's place to wait around and ended up watching tv. My brother decided not to follow some guys to a party so he came home with me soon after. Thankfully it was a decent 2 blocks walk from my apartment and I managed to get home before 1am.
Conclusion: Poorer than ever. It feels like paying to watch human interaction and group dynamics. Rather amusing at times. Education is expensive.
Oh, and maybe alcohol is needed to null the pain of being in NYC. That's for another blog. I so wanted to blog about it, but decided to write about this first.
The night started at some angmoh-ran chilli crab place that is really unimpressive to me. Everyone else thought the place was cool and the food was good. And yar, it's far too pricey and unappetizing to me. Bland food, equally bland conversation. Double minus.
I did have some quail egg shots which were gross (the egg was squishy and liquid) and reassuringly warm. Interesting.
Later as we trotted around the meatpacking district we saw some blond lesbian couple making out. Typical.
Lots of short skirts in the cool weather. Everyone is probably warmed up by alcohol. Expected.
After checking out a couple of lounges, we settled for some overcrowded lounge where I chatted with an old man who was from Israel. Everyone else thought he was trying to hit on me. -_-. Uninterested.
I had this conversation with my brother:
Him: So, you look kind of... shocked.
Me: It's okay.
Him: So do you think it's like the Catcher in the Rye word....? What is it...
Me: Phony.
Him: Oh, yes.
Me: No, not phony. It's meaningless.
Him: (exclaiming with his hands waved apart) You mean hanging out with friends.. This is meaningless? *look of mock horror*
Me: (rolls eyes)
Side note: Am I the only one who notices that we are the only bunch of Asians in the meatpacking district? Ah, I guess I'm the only one in Psych and learning all about culture differences.
After some cocktail drink of some sort we proceeded to someone's place to wait around and ended up watching tv. My brother decided not to follow some guys to a party so he came home with me soon after. Thankfully it was a decent 2 blocks walk from my apartment and I managed to get home before 1am.
Conclusion: Poorer than ever. It feels like paying to watch human interaction and group dynamics. Rather amusing at times. Education is expensive.
Oh, and maybe alcohol is needed to null the pain of being in NYC. That's for another blog. I so wanted to blog about it, but decided to write about this first.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Pictures
Too little energy/mood to blog. So here are so irrelevant pictures.
I cut my finger with the lid of a can when trying to chop up luncheon meat in the can.
Yogurt and fruits when I'm feeling healthy.
Food. =(
More food. =( =(
Nice looking but TERRIBLE tasting desserts from The Cupping Room Cafe in NYC. Argh. I can't believe they made chocolate taste bad...
I cut my finger with the lid of a can when trying to chop up luncheon meat in the can. How ironic to be cut by a can when I'm holding a knife.
Yogurt and fruits when I'm feeling healthy.
Food. =(
More food. =( =(
Nice looking but TERRIBLE tasting desserts from The Cupping Room Cafe in NYC. Argh. I can't believe they made chocolate taste bad...
And here is how my bed looks like. Totally irrelevant.
Cows on scooters, 2 Barbapapas, 2 Purins, 1 Seal (Sirotan), 1 Polar Bear (Snuffles).
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Awful People
School administrators (the non-professor people in universities) are the most mean spirited people ever. They are supposed to help students but they seemed to enjoy making lives as uncomfortable as possible.
I guess they are lowly staff in an academic setting filled with PhD and whatnots. But will trampling all over students make your life happier?!
And if they (universities) are wondering why alumni don't contribute as much as they could, it's probably due to bad experiences the alumni had with the school administrators.
I mean, I got screamed at, thrown out of rooms, totally ignored etc. etc. You named it, school administrators have done it to me. And so, why would I ever contribute (more) to the school and fund such terrible service.
I guess they are lowly staff in an academic setting filled with PhD and whatnots. But will trampling all over students make your life happier?!
And if they (universities) are wondering why alumni don't contribute as much as they could, it's probably due to bad experiences the alumni had with the school administrators.
I mean, I got screamed at, thrown out of rooms, totally ignored etc. etc. You named it, school administrators have done it to me. And so, why would I ever contribute (more) to the school and fund such terrible service.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Hungry
I'm feeling darn hungry. It's insane. I eat like 5 meals a day with lots of snacking in between and I'm still hungry.
The NYC pollution is probably turning me into some food digesting mutant. Argh.
It doesn't help that food in NYC is expensive. Poor + Hungry. It's a bad combination.
I keep running out of food.
I'm so hungry. I'm going to snack on my peanut butter and jelly sandwich before class at 7.20pm. (Yes, I have night classes. How horrid!)
Then I'll go home and cook myself some egg and tomato thing.
So hungry. The acid is digesting my tummy. Else maybe I have worms.
The NYC pollution is probably turning me into some food digesting mutant. Argh.
It doesn't help that food in NYC is expensive. Poor + Hungry. It's a bad combination.
I keep running out of food.
I'm so hungry. I'm going to snack on my peanut butter and jelly sandwich before class at 7.20pm. (Yes, I have night classes. How horrid!)
Then I'll go home and cook myself some egg and tomato thing.
So hungry. The acid is digesting my tummy. Else maybe I have worms.
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