woke up without the help of alarm clock at 10 (found that I forgot to set it), realized that Erich was not feeling well and had to missed out our chill day in the city. *best wishes*
turned on BBC6 as it’s become my daily ritual, set a time with Andrew and started freshening up. The plan was to have brunch in the city and go to the fisherman’s wharf to watch sea lions or find some cute cafe to read a bit and chat a bit.
when we got to the city, it’s already 12:30 and there was a long long line in front of Branda’s as pictured on yelp. We put our names down and drove to Japan town. We came back an hour later, and there were still like 10 parties before us. It’s crazy. We ended up sitting down at 2:30. But it was totally worth the wait, provided you have a car and are able to go somewhere else.
We had one of the specials – Banana Bread Pudding French Toast, Croque Monsieur from lunch menu and a flight of beignets (New Orleans doughnuts) with plain, apple, chocolate and crayfish stuffings. Gotta try the catfish egg benedict, biscuits and fried potato next time!
no photos sorry. but there are a bunch on yelp. See Here.
After we were satisfyingly stuffed, we decided to go shopping since I’m in such a shopping mood lately. So to Bloomingdale we went. I ended up not buying anything but tried on a lot of jeans. Joey by True Religion is really the second best one for me (came after my Paige). Have to give it some thought. Oh I also came across a white Adidas Chelsea jacket which is a bit big for me but it’s not too bad. Tempting. Andrew ended up buying a pair of shiny purple shoes, made in Italy. (Price undisclosed unless he ok’s it.)
Got home, took a Black Amethyst bubble bath, read Hong Yin’s Death of Shanghai and put on leg lift cream and sole and heel healer while watching a bit Patrick Jane. Total pampering.
Now, I’m going to do laundry and have a light supper. =)
Getting stuck at verify username and password is a sign that GRE (IP
Protocol 47) is being blocked. You’ll need to make sure your router is
passing GRE traffic.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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German version sounds wonderful.
Maybe it has always been, but I just recently learned its language.
A month ago, our book club chose A.S. Byatt’s Possession as our second book, and turned out the density intimidated us. None (as I know of) finished the book, and I didn’t even start. And as I was reading Guardian’s Book section the other day, I came across an article saying the book of the month for their online book club had been picked. Guess what? They picked Possession. I felt laughed at. As I was trying to act as if nothing had happened (that I didn’t give up at our second attempt), Guardian has to pick it up. I’ll call it divine intervention, or… a bad joke.
The other thing was…
I’m taking Brit Lit: Victorian + Modern writers this quarter and I came to adore Auden’s work. I ended up choosing Auden as my final paper subject. Today, I picked up a book which was recommended by NPR earlier, You or Someone Like You by Chandler Burr, and guess what I read on the first page? Auden.
… I ask, who has the life he wants?
He says nothing.
I say, Wystan Auden did.
Turned out that the protagonist of the book, Anne, had chosen Auden’s Collected Poems for her book club.
there are moments we can’t get enough of…
the softness (or the roughness) of each other’s touch
a hand laying gently around the shoulder
acknowledges the whole existence of human race
through the warmth of you
complementing mine
there are times we’re like a mellow oldie song
humming indistinguishable words
but we know all so well
every single one of them
swaying along with melody
everything comes naturally
and the sound of your voice giggles me
overflow of simple yet utmost joy
I lost control
and we make glorious plans
as well as ones that don’t make sense
telling tall tall tales
Today on my way home from school, channel 1049 was playing this and that. All good stuffs, no doubt. And then the afternoon DJ chimed in, said, after the break we’re going to play… (hesitated a bit) the song that started all this.
So I sat through the commercial break which was horribly long. (I did switch between stations so that I wouldn’t go crazy.) And when I switched back for the third time (yea, the commercial break was indeed inhumanely long), there it was “with the lights out its less dangerous here we are now entertain us.”
Things have the tendency to rush upon you all at the same time.
Today, I was so excited after watching Mulholland Drive and I couldn’t wait to get home and write whatever it was in my chest. And today, some light has, finally, been shed onto my seemingly doomy paper, call it a flash of genius or duh, and I want to get to it as soon as possible too. And then there’s dinner waiting on my desk. A call from my former boss which I wanna tell my mom about, or anyone close to me, really. And my summer schedule seems to be not getting any less crazy. We’ll see.
But for now, I’m gonna forget all that, and enjoy my seafood noodle with my handsome hero Captain Jack.