A Day in New York City
I look pregnant with a full belly these past few weeks with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream on one hand and a remote on another, watching The Death of Mr. Lazarescu or 2 Days in Paris. So a couple of days ago my sister and I went for a walk.
We went to Manhattan’s Upper West Side and I’ve never seen such awesome graffitis/street art. I don’t understand why certain countries/cities prohibit them: for one, it could be a potent statement of a certain place’s culture. Compared to the Philippines which primarily has the words tite (penis), puke (vagina), phallic symbols, gang names and sexual stuff on lousy spray paint, this part of Manhattan is a haven for kickass graffitis.
At the subway while waiting for the train, an acoustic guitarist came singing his songs promoting his $10 album.
This guy by the name of Jason White looks like the singer-songwriter Sam Beam of Iron & Wine. I gave him a dollar even if he deserves ten (besides I don’t have that much money), and some other people at the subway toss dimes and lay bills for him.
I swear I’m gonna buy his album in the near future. And crush his balls when I see him again.
This entry was written by , posted on May 18, 2010 at 6:52 am, filed under Art, IRLs, Last song syndromes, Photos and tagged Delancey, graffiti, guitarist, Iron & Wine, Jason White, New York City, singer-songwriter, street art, subway, Upper West Side. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
6°
I miss drinking with my friends.
I miss smoking.
The sense of missing something goes to effect in its very absence. I know it’s silly to reiterate this over and over again, but at certain times I would like to put this in paper and paste it somewhere. I miss my vices, alright. I miss my friends. I miss people in my age, you know. I even miss texting (the fact that I abhor it so much, that should say something), and going to the nearby sari-sari store to buy PHP25 worth of load, pang-immortal.
Three days ago I had this sudden urge to drink, so I emptied a bottle of Smirnoff, just to make me feel warm in the basement, because Dad went earlier for Manila, because I told him I’d stay for two more weeks here in the States. I don’t really regret; I’d love to be with my Mom longer. But that night tells me–as I frantically walked to a nearby 7-11 to buy some cigarettes because I craved for the booze-and-puff combo only to discover that the 7-11 was closed–I miss being me. That incident tells a lot, really. I braved my way with a jacket and pyjamas at 3AM, scared of my family knowing about it, scared of cops asking me and about my knowledge with their curfew (or is there?), scared of the six-degree cold biting down to the very marrow of my bone, and I was shaking, and the convenience store was locked. The door wouldn’t budge.
I really, really, really would die for a smoke right now.
This entry was written by , posted on May 14, 2010 at 10:52 am, filed under IRLs, Pensive shits, Photos, Sentemotional. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
Bismuth
Mom bought me a 13″ Macbook Pro and man, did it make my year.
The package arrived one day earlier from Shanghai, China. FedEx has this tracking system and it updates you where the package is and it’s a nice feature to track down my laptop as it travels along the Aleutian Islands to Anchorage, then a plane to Newark, then a van to Moonachie, then here in our house. (Every geography geek would love a tracking system.)
Dad got the package because I was waiting for it so bad I fell asleep.
My Dell Inspiron 6000 (creatively named as Lappy; I stabbed a friend to near-death when I learned her laptop has the same name) has been worn out by back-and-forth trips to Laguna. The frame of its screen disintegrates, a CTRL key is missing, the letter L keeps on having trips away from the keyboard, the touchpad’s plastic coating I scratched with my nails by accident (and out of too much use as well) until it wears off, and the faux aluminum body of it has changed its color–unfortunately into something which resembles like a mold or algae you see on bathroom tiles.
Performance-wise I’ve been having a lot of trouble about it: it would crash the day before I’m about to cram for a project, or the very midnight I’m making an audio-visual presentation (talk about perfect timing). I spend my own money from getting it repaired in some computer shop for PHP600 (with the back-ups and all), and at my third visit in the span of six months I told myself I have to get a new non-Windows laptop.
This Macbook Pro I named Bismuth (I initially thought of naming it Portia, like a girlfriend who washes clothes by day and brings out the leash and handcuffs at night) because a) it sounds macho like me, b) the -th in Bismuth sounds pleasing to the ear, like uncouth or… I dunno, vermouth? c) well, I don’t really know about Bismuth the Element but it sure sounds interesting and brave and sturdy, like its alter-ego owner. But I still don’t get the point of naming things!
Anyway, Bismuth is such an awesome thing because it never goes slow: I’ve tried running Adobe InDesign, Dreamweaver, Photoshop, Illustrator, Microsoft Word and iWork Pages simultaneously and it doesn’t even fret!
The graphics, too, is a huge change (maybe it’s due to my Inspiron’s being ancient)–it doesn’t look like those dots from the TV anymore. It’s absolutely clear. Plus it has a built-in webcam (!!!) for my Dell doesn’t even have a built-in microphone for chrissake!
Before Apple gives me another Macbook from all the praises I’ve been giving them (but it’s true!), I think I have to sleep. My head feels woozy (?) because I haven’t slept that much. I’ve been installing pirated programs, transferring the back-ups of 33GB of music and 20GB of photos from my external HD for the first three days. Now I feel tired.
This entry was written by , posted on May 6, 2010 at 3:58 pm, filed under Events, IRLs, Photos, Tech and tagged Apple, Bismuth, Macbook Pro. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.