<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:14:04.035-08:00</updated><category term='complex'/><category term='spinning'/><category term='butter'/><category term='bliss'/><category term='menageries'/><category term='clams'/><category term='Persephone'/><category term='mediums'/><category term='Bee'/><category term='dusk'/><category term='beasts'/><category term='garbage talk'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='memories'/><category term='sushi'/><category term='scooters'/><category term='reliability'/><category term='see'/><category term='sigh stories'/><category term='crazy talk'/><category 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term='teens'/><category term='chicken'/><category term='quail'/><category term='Resilience'/><category term='team peawok'/><title type='text'>MOSKIGO PART II</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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title='WINGS'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-3285847101264669683</id><published>2010-04-20T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:32:10.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>epitome</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h73f3LWZALE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h73f3LWZALE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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title='epitome'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-2555393555492571215</id><published>2010-04-19T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:35:23.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD AND FATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/S8zoqWkxB7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/zwoueeELhos/s1600/Photo+579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/2555393555492571215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=2555393555492571215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/2555393555492571215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/2555393555492571215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-and-fate.html' title='FOOD AND FATE'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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It was created by focusing too much on the "do" of life vs finding a balance between the "do" and "is". Since my last entry, its been a couple months, I had the luxury to reflect, but too much of anything is never a good thing! The past couple of days, I spent some time with some new friends, really old acquaintances but have grown to become much closer than I ever imagined.  There is so much excess noise in the city that I'm currently a residence.  Granted, it has everything that you "want" but it is void of actual substance and it is complete MANIA.  Time is either moving too fast or slow here, and having no limit or what seems to be no limit of what we can achieve is incredibly daunting.  In this time, which has been mostly a negative, a specific set of characters have been hovering around that caused this negative imbalance.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The first one is completely oblivious of their actions or are aware of any conflict because they are so wrapped up in their heads.  Their goals can never be achieved because they are completely unaware of their limitations, or refuse to believe that any limitation, be it, financial, mental, or physical.  There is zero boundary between arrogance vs confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second believes everything involves them and take all the conflicts around as a personal vendetta.  Any sort of abrasion triggers off a million sorts of anxiety.  They are the type that believes they keep everything to themselves, but express all their intent through 'taking action', 'being involved' and trying to resolve everyones problem, rationalizing their actions as charity.  Instead of arrogance vs confidence, its pity vs understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, these are solely observations, it is completely vulgar for me to say that is the only thing these people offer to the world. But these negative attributes listed have genuinely shaken me, and they're everywhere.  Zero resolution and the amount of tension they cause by their mere presence volcanos and erupts and it is incredibly difficult to remain calm and collected when you're constantly surrounded by this. So what is the resolution?  I find filtering them out is the only way, because discussing, and trying to make things black and white first, is nearly impossible.  As a result, and sadly pessimistically, there is no time to be wasted on bickerers.  The collection of these types have really clouded the ability to perform properly, but taking this step back and just observing is huge. As mentioned in previous posts, about 6 months ago, I was working with my energy healer who sent me the message of how "our actions, even if they are driven by care can come off as insincere because we "care" too much."  In a sense, we aren't even taking into account the other person involved, but only taking care of our ego, pulling the focus away from the actual conflict/situation, and making it about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about this, happy lunar new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-1575694279840813687?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/1575694279840813687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=1575694279840813687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/1575694279840813687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/1575694279840813687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2010/02/untitled-entry-i.html' title='untitled entry I'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-5737394707268562706</id><published>2009-10-24T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:34:11.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voyeurs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pigeons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peawok talks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh stories'/><title type='text'>pet pigeons</title><content type='html'>A long time ago, i rented an apartment that had two terraces overlooking the surrounding views. There was not only something inherently sexy about the voyeuristic nature of it, but the place itself was inspiring. I wanted to briefly share a story about some birds though that lived with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two terraces were located on both ends of the apartment. Respectively, one was a part of my bedroom, and the other connected to the living room. I hardly ever went to the living room, but my bedroom terrace was sacred territory.  One day, my terrace got incredibly noisy, and I thought I was being burglarized.  Low and behold, I was having a visitor, a pigeon.  Now, where I come from, regardless of how peripatetic I am, pigeons are considered to be flying rats, vermin, sometimes eaten, and of course I came to the same assumptions.  It came and visited everyday. Days became weeks, and finally I realized it began nesting under my chairs I kept outside.  First of all there was the hygiene part, no one wants an unwanted animal visitor nesting so close to where you spend your evening hours, but I wasn't going to hurt it in anyway. We tried to shoo it away but it kept on coming back. Eventually, I learned to live with it, and the pigeons had apparently laid eggs as well, and this was its gestation period.  The eggs were going to be little birds, and what could I possibly do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was visiting for a bit and I was away on lecture when she called me in a panic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"peawok, the pigeons had such an exciting day today. I was sweeping the balcony when I got too close to the little family that the mother flew off onto the trees across the road.  The stronger of the baby birds though flew with its mother, while the other one fell off the balcony onto the street!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living on the 3rd floor of a 5 story building, but I guess to a little bird, it is high regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the mother bird was clearly in stress, it kept on flying back down to its child nudging it with its little head to get it to fly up. After a few cars passed, the mother finally got the baby to fly up into the tree to join its other sibling. And eventually came home under your chair. I was so relieved. Oh peawok, it was just so mortifying to see that. Quelle stress!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, I brushed it off as silly, but since the years have past, I came to realize how significant something like that can be.  These creatures looked out for one another and were left to their instincts. I question how many people come to mind that really look out for one another in my life? We might have the right intentions, but survival seems to be last thing on our minds.  How terrible it would be if were put in the same situation as the little bird family. I'll just leave it at that for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-5737394707268562706?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/5737394707268562706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=5737394707268562706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/5737394707268562706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/5737394707268562706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2009/10/pet-pigeons.html' title='pet pigeons'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-3104590512314647795</id><published>2009-10-22T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:03:45.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pumpkin queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SuARzxrogjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mAvoDfvMwNY/s1600-h/Photo+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SuARzxrogjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mAvoDfvMwNY/s320/Photo+177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395331934797201970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-3104590512314647795?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/3104590512314647795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=3104590512314647795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/3104590512314647795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/3104590512314647795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-queen.html' title='the pumpkin queen'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SuARzxrogjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mAvoDfvMwNY/s72-c/Photo+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-1494749677483503882</id><published>2009-10-15T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:48:19.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brains talk. positives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mediums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>long lunch</title><content type='html'>i'll paraphrase it. long lunches are by far my favourite activity between two people. my friends, always say dinner is the main meal with the most expectations, but with lunches, it can last the whole day, and go onto dinner, and to second dinner if interesting enough. those everlasting, never-ending conversations are by far worth it. one of my dearest friends Brains, who i seemingly mention every post,  always have these LONG meals that go on and on; we're not always together, and our conversations will carry over the phone, emails, in person, or in texts, for hours upon days. In short, I genuinely believe that when you can experience a silence with someone that isn't uncomfortable, then its just the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past couple of months, i have to admit has been a collection of positives, excess, and some negatives and disappointments, but mostly the former two.  disappointment is something that everyone experiences and of course i've had my list of them, but i wanted to share a moment during long lunch that i had recently.   A lot of people I have spoken to have been experiencing these extremities,and when bad things happen it seems and its just happening to you specifically. sometimes trouble comes in seemingly endless amounts and it comes an excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB: "peawok, what are you doing to stay so positive everyday? life sucks."  &lt;br /&gt;peawok: "oh i've been seeing a psych-..."&lt;br /&gt;SB: "a psych...what meds are you on?"&lt;br /&gt;peawok: "no PSYCHIC"&lt;br /&gt;SB: "oh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I see someone that "guides" me into having a clearer vision about life, and it really has helped, and my point isn't that everyone needs to see a medium, but it is so important to surround yourself with positive influences that do not hurt you in anyway. i entered a house full of disappointments and burdens the other day, and it fell onto my shoulders and brought me some sort of physical tension and pain. "you have to get out of this" i thought to myself. why fuss over it and let them bring you down in that way. i've been definitely feeling this negative sense of self entitlement but instead exudes more of lack of confidence in a lot of people, and maybe its where we are in the world now, i don't know. it manifests into our physical world and hurts us and all those negative people just gravitate towards each other and cause chaos. in the end just have a long lunch with Brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-1494749677483503882?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/1494749677483503882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=1494749677483503882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/1494749677483503882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/1494749677483503882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-lunch.html' title='long lunch'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-973679057795228255</id><published>2009-10-10T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T04:10:55.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team peawok'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reliability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menageries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brains talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kongo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands'/><title type='text'>team peawok</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in everyone's life when they realize what reliability means to them.  For myself, I only recently learnt what that is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been big on birthdays. Perhaps for more practical reasons, it had to do with the fact that i was born in the summer and none of my friends were ever in town, or I was constantly traveling or was it because all those things we ought to desire as a child on your birthday always just fell into place every other day than the actual birth-date.  When it came around to planning this year, i wanted to celebrate for once but so many questions came to mind.  Finally this year, i was going to have more than 3 people. The one question that was most prevalent was "WHO can I rely on come?"  The restaurant had a 20 person minimum but who at the end of the day has 20 real genuine friends?  I can think of 5 I can rely on anything for, 10 is pushing it, and I'm fortunate enough to be able to list enough to fit on as many fingers that I have (let me clarify that that doesn't mean I have 10 fingers).  Long story short, I first made a list of 15 people, and finally shortened it to an effective set of 8, and it couldn't have been more perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past couple of months have been a constant flux of mental consultations, and self reflections.  And the past week, I witnessed first hand how memories cannot be tarnished by time and impractical thoughts.  I was at a family gathering (rare also) and though it happens only every couple of years, some only get together every decade, it brought me great pleasure and it was a privilege to see that their positive memories  were all they could see in one another.  It was instinctual, inherit, and most importantly, loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was brought to a close by a very productive meeting with my team.  I call it the team, Team Peawok, because i know it is a very close and trusted network of individuals who can always be there for each other; I have come to an understanding that I have at least 3 available sets around the world and I am so lucky for that.  I only say it like this because those that know me personally, know i understand everything better when i can organize the situation into a particular category. It in dividing these things into a clear taxonomy then can i see the value of each person and in the right context and setting they are placed in.  I wish everyone to try and see who their "team" is.  In my personal team members heads,  they may refer to it as Team Kongo, or Team Brains, or Team CBC, and I don't possess them in any nature other than the fact that our existence is solely to support each others development.   This summer, when i had the ability to reflect over my thoughts, i came across old friends again, who are all seemingly going through a similar transition in their mental existence.  It may have to do with the age that we are in, I cannot be too sure, but finding that right team was the correct decision for this path.  A friend of mine, whom, i'll introduce as D, came back into my life recently, and we've been spending a lot of time together.  He shared his insight on what we are missing, and I greatly value his secrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D's secret was this: &lt;br /&gt;"With all our advances in communications, informations, and technology, the  one thing we lack is social interaction.  But so what if i text or make a habit of never leaving my house weeks upon ends? I am aware of that, but the secret is to ENGAGE yourself with others.  Maybe its a positive achievement that we are on guard when it comes to letting each other in because we can see it as a valuable lesson.  When we need to lean on someone the feeling is genuine. Peawok, just ENGAGE yourself and you'll see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We push and shove one another at our worst moments.  I said the other day to someone, "oh i love to press buttons" when talking about my blackberry.  He replied, "I can interpret that in so many ways." God forbid, he wasn't thinking about the same buttons i was talking about, but I found the observation to be quite interesting and has been possessing my thoughts.  So the bottom line is this, we need to preserve the genuine hearts in our lives.  All this personal drama and trouble we cause for one another, admittedly, I do it myself, is not worth losing a smile from your other team members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engage yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-973679057795228255?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/973679057795228255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=973679057795228255' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/973679057795228255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/973679057795228255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2009/10/team-peawok.html' title='team peawok'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-6956321543326948140</id><published>2009-10-01T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:31:13.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh stories'/><title type='text'>familiarity</title><content type='html'>there was a festival outside my window this weekend, and the children that lived across the street were dancing on their beds. this reminds me of the bliss we can all experience through each others company and not taking our existence for granted. it doesn't matter where we are in the world, when we are balanced we will find each other. i genuinely believe in the fact that every person that comes into your life is there for a reason.  while getting up this morning, i put on a sweater that hadn't been worn in ages. that whiff of scents that was residing in the fabric brought with it a resurrengnce of memories that i thought i had disappeared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-6956321543326948140?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/6956321543326948140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=6956321543326948140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/6956321543326948140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/6956321543326948140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2009/10/familiarity.html' title='familiarity'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-5075629472660400824</id><published>2009-09-26T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:48:35.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dusk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Dawn + Soup</title><content type='html'>a couple days ago, i attended a luncheon with some remarkable people. &lt;br /&gt;one of them was an incredible poet who later gave me her book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some lines from her book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;清辰永远牵不到黄昏的手&lt;br /&gt;彼此间却有着永恒的期待 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawn never holds the hand of dusk -&lt;br /&gt;there is an eternal expectation between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  **********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been able to discuss what i've been eating because nothing has really stuck out at me. i mean granted i'm in the land of sweet and sour pork, and peking duck, but i haven't been AMAZED yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats a lie, i have been amazed. I attended a late lunch at this place called Green T House, an oasis in the middle of farm and construction zone. And what they did have a Tom Yung Kung soup.  Normally i prefer the seedy place down the street where you literally see the bugs crawling out of the kitchen, and i am 80% sure they just let them crawl straight back into the darker coloured dishes and serve them. but this Green T place would never do that.  Not only were the ceramics of every person's bowl different (i later had the priviledge, and strictly by coincidence, went to her studio to see how she works), the soup had enough lime flavour to it to not have the shrimp and clammy seafoodness overpower it.  The hint of coconut as well was just a hint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post pics soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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There were so many things to observe other than the obvious: their living situation, how it was florescent lit, the lack of circulating air.  It was a prison more or less.  Everything was grey, green and it smelled of meat and shit and hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though being in the presence of these incredible creatures, was something very special, I was standing in the centre of the room surrounded by the largest species of cats in existence, watching them eat. Lion, Siberian tigers, white tigers, jaguars, some lynx all together in one room.  At least 20 different ones surrounded me gnawing at meat roaring at each other.  There’s something inherently sexy and attractive about these massive animals.  And despite their living situations, and although their dignity has been stripped away from them, they exuded a type of confidence and an instinctual quality that so many of go one in life searching for.  They could be in any situation in a prison and still just BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I couldn’t tell what they are roaring each other.  I could make the assumption that it was about hunger, but I’d like to think it was something complicated.  I felt this sense of camaraderie and respect they had for each other. And if for a moment I thought what chaos it would bring if I let them all out. That little shock may be  what we need.  We are constantly under the gaze of what others think or see, or basically how everything is HYPER observed.  But is that good for us? Look at how miserable the lions are.  We know too many words, descriptive terms, we can classify everything, separate them into categories, and put everything in its apparent correct place but it is what we need in life?  I really hope not.  After all who wants to be a huge lion stuck in a cage at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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CLAMS + COCONUTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go to this small place in China town that i have personal history with. I believe it was my father who started working there as a busboy when he first came to America.  The food that day was so-so, so i will not put it on the list but here are some things that have entered my belly in recent days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROILED SWORDFISH ATOP OF BED OF HARICOT VERT&lt;br /&gt;BEET AND CUCUMBER SALAD&lt;br /&gt;QUICHE LOREN&lt;br /&gt;YOYOS - A CORNBREAD MUFFIN STUFFED WITH CHEESE AND YOU INDIVIDUALLY DIP THEM INTO SYRUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the weekend, i attended a relatively quiet dinner party. everything seemed to have the same theme: GRILL&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;D at times i think to myself: what did i ever do to get to eat these things? No fried food this weekend thats for sure, and maybe thats why i had nightmares because of the lack of fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the Grilled Dinner on Rooftop i'll refer to it from now as GDR, we had one of the two Cs: Clams. The clams were simply put on the grill until they opened up. I think my favourite clams are still cherry stone. They are huge, but full of the ocean flavours that bring such a huge smile of satisfaction to my face every time. After the clams, we ate some of the grilled vegetables that included carrots, corn, squash, asparagus, portobellos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the meal was beautiful to look at and you could taste all the flavours perfectly.   of course my favourite was the Clams. You can't go bad with clams really because its either they are just ROTTEN or they just WORK, and a large clam makes a peawok very happy. Quail has its natural flavours that drip from their little bodies and the meat was tender.  My only critique was this: There was no butter used! I know there are alternate products: olive oil, pam, etc  but i really believe the secret to life is Butter. Well Butters and the two Cs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SqrJbtlAzWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/L2UAExoczGA/s1600-h/IMG_0834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SqrJbtlAzWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/L2UAExoczGA/s320/IMG_0834.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380334182775967074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SqrJbaJw6aI/AAAAAAAAAG8/23Z3LIy3JQU/s1600-h/IMG_0832.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SqrJbaJw6aI/AAAAAAAAAG8/23Z3LIy3JQU/s320/IMG_0832.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380334177561405858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SqrJZiT9IMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yTt1WhtKiRs/s1600-h/Unknown-4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SqrJZiT9IMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yTt1WhtKiRs/s320/Unknown-4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380334145391894722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SqrJY87Hi-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/wuPpolofo_0/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SqrJY87Hi-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/wuPpolofo_0/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380334135355608034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to include another image from a meal that I made in the spring time. it was not GDR but inside the kitchen instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Sqrq2xKMNYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PL9M-DbbS94/s1600-h/KCsFish09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Sqrq2xKMNYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PL9M-DbbS94/s320/KCsFish09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380370931477394818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-10842481-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-2060807139700524365?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/2060807139700524365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=2060807139700524365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/2060807139700524365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/2060807139700524365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-cs.html' title='The Two Cs'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SqrJbtlAzWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/L2UAExoczGA/s72-c/IMG_0834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-8231938116322928422</id><published>2009-09-08T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:49:27.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persephone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brains talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resilience'/><title type='text'>everyone look UP</title><content type='html'>Walking home this evening was supposed to be uneventful until i looked up into the sky and saw these two lights beaming into the clouds with at least 300 or more fireflies going through the lights. Something that always touches me is seeing an incredible feat; experiencing human resilience is such a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the day with an artist that i had worked with in the past. its so interesting to me how we all eventually cross paths with each other, that is, if it was meant to happen. he even said to me "i didn't expect this to turn out the way it was going to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend of mine and I were laying in her empty apartment the other afternoon.  She said to me "peawok, wouldnt it be lovely, if we could just watch the ceiling all day and not have to worry in life?" I know its tempting, but i had to disagree. its such an extreme emotion and expectation to only want that. the lack of balance makes these wonderful fantasies feel so great. My point is this though: Do we need these extremes in our lives? Saying you're bored is still an extremity in itself as well right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,  Brains called me "Baby Venus" the other day because my i apparently don't break hearts, but always have my heart broken. So am I then a "Baby Persephone" instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I had a weekend of ONLY fried chicken! On sunday, i attended a dinner party that requested for food that you grew up with. My friend brought pineapples, because he was from Hawaii, and i brought.. Donuts..two dozen assorted dunkin donuts.i mean for myself, anything would be easy so long as it had to do with mass american chain food restaurants. i do not need Ladurée,  the Atelier, or Bouley to bring me pleasure. though those are my favourite places..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a bunch of dogs sniffing each others butts at the park this weekend, and i began to think. How would our relationships be if we just treated each other like a bunch of dogs? "You sniff, i sniff, No Thank You or Lets be friends" how simple would life be? No complex situations, no awkward conversation, no denouement or climax necessary, no feeling bad or guilty... Just wag your tail, show some teeth. the end.  the point is this: we make our relationships so much more complex than they really deserve to be. our taught, beautiful skin, long necks, and glossy hair does not deserve this type of stress on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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KIPS BAY is one of only cinemas in NY that has not only fried chicken, but curly fries, hot dog bites, corn dogs, hot dogs (its labeled 2000 calories), and those wonderful ice cream sandwiches with two cookies. oh god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight i went there to see a movie, just like most evenings, and i tried the fried chicken there, it wasn't so yummy, neither were the curly fries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way over though, i killed this huge mosquito that was pestering everyone on the train. the rather plump lady across from me was trying to kill it too, and when she saw my hand was all bloody, she took out a dunkin donuts napkin from her napsack, so i could clean myself off. Isn't the world wonderful? she wore a t-shirt that said LIBRA on it.  she seemed like a wonderful being. I kept on thanking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i'd like to just point out one of my favourite quotes from Brains:&lt;br /&gt;"peawok sometimes, you're just so good. not like a good person. but just GOOD" o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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"https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-10842481-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-2326665321153903999?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/2326665321153903999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=2326665321153903999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/2326665321153903999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/2326665321153903999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2009/08/dead-bee.html' title='dead bee'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SpcgOhIvA6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/uoxznjY5JFA/s72-c/dead+bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-2969553201624029820</id><published>2009-08-26T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:50:32.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='see'/><title type='text'>lovely day right?</title><content type='html'>I just spent the last 2 hours or so with a truly great person.  We don’t speak that much but have a mental connection.  She sends me imagery through her hands and I receive the messages and "see" them through my brain.  It’s a little crazy, I know I have to admit.   She doesn’t really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; anything exactly, but just picks up the pieces that have been displaced and realign them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning I felt like a huge balloon, with long legs floating around, looking for things to fill up my head with.  I have to say, that I would much rather have my whole body hurt than my head.  Your head and your feet are the closest physical attributes we have that will connect us, and it is so important to have those things in balanced at all times. What was bizarre this time, was the amount of imagery that I saw; over analyzing is an understatement of what I’ve been doing.  Little things, lack of manners, no please or thank you, not acknowledging goodnight, good morning would be the end of me.  Its hard to visualize this without sound facts, I know, but when we're aligned, I can feel every message and we speak without making a noise.  When she touched, I said outloud, "do you feel how much tension there is?” and she said “yes. You’re head is twitching!!!" Constant worry and fantasy, impracticality, isn't a nice feeling. People you invest time with should make you feel great about your existence, and be fully aware of that.  It should just be balanced, happy and unhappy, no one over the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This awful image of black clouds with wagging tongues and teeth and a single horn looming plagued me.  It was above my sleep, above my door, followed me everywhere.  But It was washed away by waves and pure sounds, and as I felt a burst of light, and my knees started to shake.   The amount of anxiety was terrible, and the anticipation as it arrived was consuming, but as it entered from the bottom of my spine through my heart to my head, my mental vision was spinning, and as it reached her hands that were connected to my head, I opened my eyes and gasped for air, and all I could see were open fields, and forests, and I could smell wild flowers, and orange triangles floating around.  I saw these things with my eyes open, I saw the black dots slowly reside and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to me, “Something numbed you and it just manifested in that dark matter and you’re imbalanced completely from that, not allowing anything to pass your head to the rest of body.  You mean so well in what you’re doing, but remember that every person you meet, relationships, friendships, strangers, it is so complex and intricate that what you’re doing, even if its out of love, and care, can be portrayed as the antithesis to the other. Focus on being relaxed, feeling this way is a state of mind that not everyone can achieve on a day-to-day basis. You feel so bad when something happens and you shouldn’t because its hurting you, and when you’re hurt nothing is achieved.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I questioned, “Is my relaxed state, this idea of happiness manufactured now? I mean I definitely do not have trouble verbalizing what I feel or retaining information but its not connecting and making sense of it is trouble. Its like everything is AHHHHH when it should be “what’s the problem, lets deal with it.” Sort of thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Those blissful images I’ve sent you is what you should feel everyday. Not that nasty black cloud of monster.  It's gone. Believe that.  Everything will be okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my eyes, I waited for about 10 minutes before I verbally said anything.&lt;br /&gt;“did you say something?” &lt;br /&gt;She replied “No what did I say?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-10842481-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-2969553201624029820?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/2969553201624029820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=2969553201624029820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/2969553201624029820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/2969553201624029820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovely-day-right.html' title='lovely day right?'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-6452965576283811420</id><published>2009-08-25T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:54:04.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>bad month</title><content type='html'>this is all some sort of test right?  fate has something for everyone, and I cannot bear to be so pessimistic, but at a certain point it just makes me incredibly angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been in bed for the past week, mostly because i've been sick, but in that time i thought about my existence greatly: it is worth all this trouble? what is more confusing is how my body responds to it. my head hurts so much all the time, and it might just be a physical manifestation of all things bad happening at once, and they have to expelled some how. I don't know, i refuse to loll over a subject that i know shouldn't be of great importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i got some great photos that i can finally post up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend and i went to bingo the other night, and we came across an amazing car accident. i laid on top of it, and it was so perfect. though i made the mistake of doing the same on a pile of garbage, and the garbage leaked all over my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is this: we try so hard to get rid of excess and clean ourselves from our own filth and garbage, but why does it always resurface? is there a point to get rid of it in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SpR_TG3iC1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qEAfOgDrj1U/s1600-h/P1060061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SpR_TG3iC1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qEAfOgDrj1U/s320/P1060061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374060221597616978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SpR_Sqi-JcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/R6y_iQnxiq0/s1600-h/P1060069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SpR_Sqi-JcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/R6y_iQnxiq0/s320/P1060069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374060213995185602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SpR_SAmpraI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9_KXM1WPl-Y/s1600-h/P1060066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SpR_SAmpraI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9_KXM1WPl-Y/s320/P1060066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374060202736332194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SpR_Rh34xgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DuJYghdUlWc/s1600-h/P1060068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SpR_Rh34xgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DuJYghdUlWc/s320/P1060068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374060194487125506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SpR_RK1xK8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/lw1Sd0BOFcs/s1600-h/P1060064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SpR_RK1xK8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/lw1Sd0BOFcs/s320/P1060064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374060188304223170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Oh god. i love the dialogue&lt;br /&gt;here are my fave quotes. i'm drawn to this character Alice a lot. how GOOD is she!?&lt;br /&gt;these four lines can be applied to so many things in our lives. by ours, i mean you and the country's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Show me. Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it, I can't feel it. I can hear it, I can hear some words but i can't do anything with your easy words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: His big thing at the moment is how upset his family are. Apparnetly, they all worship you, they can't understand why you had to ruin everything. He spends hours staring up my arsehole like there's going to be some answer there. Any ideas, Anna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off. But its better if you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: That's the most stupid expression in the world. "I fell in love" - as if you had no choice. There's a moment, theres always a moment; i can do this, i can give in to this or i can resist it. I dont know when your moment was but i bet there was one...No, I chose him, I looked in his briefcase and I found this...sandwich...and I thought, "i will give all my love to this charming man who cuts off his crusts." I didn't fall in love. I chose to...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with greatest affection, &lt;br /&gt;peawok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Brains please respond. i know you have the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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As i walked out, he wrote me back finally, and joined me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm hungry for sushi" he said. "want to go back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to the same restaurant?" i replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked back in, and they said "are you hungry again ALREADY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-10842481-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-7440071312142491696?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/7440071312142491696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=7440071312142491696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/7440071312142491696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/7440071312142491696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-much-to-discuss.html' title='so much to discuss'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-3622280106911161900</id><published>2009-08-18T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:55:00.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spinning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dj'/><title type='text'>key issues</title><content type='html'>lets talk about a key issue that have 'bean' happening in my life. i think i have discussed this in previous entries before, but its so hard to find someone to have lunch with on a regular basis. the key is to find someone with a similar palette or is willing to try new things. my friend said to me the other day, "peawok, all you do is lunch. whenever i talk to you, you respond by saying "sorry i'm just lunching" or "i'm off to a late lunch. is that all you do?" YES. AT THE MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lunch is so much more fun than dinner. with dinner you have so many expectations that could remain unfulfilled, and lunch, is easier to make casual business transactions for example. anyway enough. i hope i get to go to OG today, but we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did this the other night. &lt;br /&gt;i'm really into this music thing suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SorSaD8CewI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NfE4v1tldEM/s1600-h/kenneth_dj.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/SorSaD8CewI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NfE4v1tldEM/s320/kenneth_dj.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371336850768296706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I JUST GOT HOME AFTER A DAY OF LOOKING FOR FURNITURE AND PICKED UP A HUGE BOOKCASE, A METALLIC SILVER CARPET, A THICK PINK WOOL CARPET, AND A PINEAPPLE PLANT. NOW I JUST HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO READ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS HAVE BEEN A LITTLE BITTERSWEET IN PEAWOKS WORLD. I HAVE BEEN EATING QUITE WELL AS OF LATE, AND SOMEHOW MANAGED TO LOSE 5 POUNDS IN THE PROCESS, BUT I'M A LITTLE SAD BY THE DEPARTURE OF BRAINS...BRAINS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING AND MOVED ELSEWHERE FOR THE TIME BEING, AND SPENDING MY LONESOME SELF AT HOME WITHOUT HER PHONE CALLS MAKES ME QUITE UPSET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE ARE SOME OF THE MEMORABLE DISHES I HAVE EATEN FOR THE COUPLE OF WEEKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIETNAMESE BOUILLABAISSE&lt;br /&gt;VIETNAMESE SPRING ROLLS&lt;br /&gt;HANGER STEAK&lt;br /&gt;NECTARINE SOUFFLE&lt;br /&gt;PASTA SALAD WITH TRUFFLES &amp; PROSCIUTTO&lt;br /&gt;BRAISED CRAB IN CHICKEN BROTH AND 'YI MIEN'&lt;br /&gt;BROILED SQUAB ON A BED OF BROCCOLI RABE&lt;br /&gt;BAKED CHILEAN SEA BASS SIMMERED IN A CHORIZO BROTH WITH CLAMS AND BROCCOLI RABE&lt;br /&gt;PEKING DUCK&lt;br /&gt;OCTOPUS SALAD&lt;br /&gt;SOFT SHELL CRAB SANDWICHES&lt;br /&gt;GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICHES MADE WITH TRUFFLE OIL&lt;br /&gt;FISH, CHICKEN, BEEF TACOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ AND LOTS OF LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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been growing for some time now. i said to it "it brings me great sadness to have to say these words and I am sorry for what i'm about to do; i'm going to have dry you"&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was better than putting it in the garbage since it would just wilt away helplessly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad clown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-446553883235299681?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/446553883235299681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=446553883235299681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/446553883235299681'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/4702102112212918486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/4702102112212918486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2008/05/sill-lesbos.html' title='silly lesbos.'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-1120350138171108726</id><published>2008-04-28T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:11:26.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some new obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jIcsYBZSQ48&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jIcsYBZSQ48&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is sooo sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="width: 100%" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.reuters.com/resources/flash/includevideo.swf?edition=US&amp;videoId=79563" width="344" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.reuters.com/resources/flash/includevideo.swf?edition=US&amp;videoId=79563" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.reuters.com/resources/flash/includevideo.swf?edition=US&amp;videoId=79563" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="344" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and isnt this so weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="width: 100%" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.reuters.com/resources/flash/includevideo.swf?edition=US&amp;videoId=81490" width="344" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.reuters.com/resources/flash/includevideo.swf?edition=US&amp;videoId=81490" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.reuters.com/resources/flash/includevideo.swf?edition=US&amp;videoId=81490" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="344" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-1120350138171108726?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/1120350138171108726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=1120350138171108726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/1120350138171108726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/1120350138171108726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-new-obsessions.html' title='some new obsessions'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-5672613086732751967</id><published>2008-04-10T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:02:03.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAKE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v321/peawok/?action=view&amp;current=P1030482.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/peawok/P1030482.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST MADE THIS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-5672613086732751967?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/5672613086732751967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=5672613086732751967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/5672613086732751967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/5672613086732751967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2008/04/cake.html' title='CAKE!!'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-6394567106645807515</id><published>2008-03-28T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:43:34.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spinning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dj'/><title type='text'>back to old self</title><content type='html'>i think this time when i return to hk i will go back to my roots as a dj. no seriously. could you imagine. &lt;br /&gt;here are some examples of me "spinning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v321/peawok/?action=view&amp;current=n34600260_31013570_4327.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/3123933449480070069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2008/03/house-hippos.html' title='HOUSE HIPPOS'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-7020491398872343658</id><published>2008-03-25T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:05:31.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope this works</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v321/peawok/?action=view&amp;current=03.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/peawok/03.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt this picture so ridiculous yet kind of endearing, if you remove all the political stuff behind it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my new bedroom&lt;br /&gt;my mother said she hasnt seen me smile like this in a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v321/peawok/?action=view&amp;current=Photo249.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/peawok/Photo249.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxooxox&lt;br /&gt;i cant upload videos. does anyone know a better site other than youtube or photobucket that can upload videos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-7020491398872343658?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-3005543791190165902</id><published>2008-03-06T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:10:38.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED LETTER DAY</title><content type='html'>a gold star! today is a red letter day. &lt;br /&gt;i started to work again, after an 11 month hiatus of being brain dead. i'm finally ready to go back to work and create new artwork. &lt;br /&gt;the epiphany came after doing my secret technique of finding inspiration hadnt worked for so long, and i did the exercise in the morning and everything came flowing back&lt;br /&gt;i am very excited to say that i will have something significant by the end of the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate i went to ralph lauren and bought all these bow ties&lt;br /&gt;if only i knew how to tie them!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-3005543791190165902?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/3005543791190165902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=3005543791190165902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/3005543791190165902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/3005543791190165902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2008/03/red-letter-day.html' title='RED LETTER DAY'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-5149593929320677552</id><published>2008-03-05T21:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:01:53.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xanadu</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7m1UWSD-FaA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7m1UWSD-FaA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this makes me so happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-5149593929320677552?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/5149593929320677552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=5149593929320677552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/5149593929320677552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/5149593929320677552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2008/03/xanadu.html' title='xanadu'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-2471034893783216598</id><published>2008-03-05T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:43:09.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOBIA</title><content type='html'>when i was younger, the shower had a window and this was before we had screens installed&lt;br /&gt;and the lunar moths would fly into the shower because they were attracted to the light. and i would like think for my milky white skin reflecting off the light&lt;br /&gt;and would just come and attach themselves to me and just stick on bc it was wet in the shower, and i would be naked and i would go ballistic!!!! covered in i would say at most 7 giant green moths while you're in the shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butterflies are a whole OTHER story. but equally as much of a phobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear has developed worse and worse as i've gotten older. i think they are going to consume me and kill me!!! i've been in therapy for this. i wont elaborate anymore without being too personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xooxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-2471034893783216598?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/2471034893783216598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=2471034893783216598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/2471034893783216598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/2471034893783216598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2008/03/phobia.html' title='PHOBIA'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-1943620492410566077</id><published>2008-03-03T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:36:12.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my worst fear</title><content type='html'>recently i had a health scare where i ended up in the hospital!!!&lt;br /&gt;right off the airplane&lt;br /&gt;so glad that part is over and now for the recovery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for better things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v321/peawok/?action=view&amp;current=IMG00048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/peawok/IMG00048.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WORST FEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those that know me personally know that i have a deathly fear of moths. &lt;br /&gt;so today at dinner, i went into the washroom and there were frame lunar moths inside a wreath, enclosed in a glass display case!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxooxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-1943620492410566077?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/1943620492410566077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=1943620492410566077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/1943620492410566077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/1943620492410566077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-worst-fear.html' title='my worst fear'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-536131516829648085</id><published>2008-02-20T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:49:56.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN PARIS</title><content type='html'>I CANT UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;I DONT HAVE INTERNET&lt;br /&gt;WILL DO SO WHEN I GET BACK TO THE UK &lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAYYA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-536131516829648085?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/536131516829648085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=536131516829648085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/536131516829648085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/536131516829648085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-paris.html' title='IN PARIS'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-241460400198936174</id><published>2008-02-09T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:49:58.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This egg is great</title><content type='html'>&lt;object 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been a while since i've eaten and i'm DYING for a hamburger. its just that from the time i've returned to NY from HK, i've gained 15 pounds from the 4 months of just laying around and doing nothing, doing lady activities, etc. and since i've gotten back i've been on this major diet and i've already lost 8 pounds. i will attribute it partially to starving myself but i am working out daily and doing pilates and cardio and sweating everything out, as well as drinking loads of evian. somehow my pants seem tighter today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, january 28, i had this god awful haircut. i know i havent seen the hairstylist since october, but i've been out of town. no need to go psychotic on my head. at first he had the idea of "oh let me shave off everything on your head except, how about, one long strip in the back" i kindly declined, but then he went on to say "how about some red streaks" i eventually just had my head shaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently in my bedroom but the television is on. i've never watched this "Rock of Love" show on VH1 before. "oh my god Brett is soo hot" who are these people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo hungry. i'm dying for a steak or burger&lt;br /&gt;what have i eaten....&lt;br /&gt;umm&lt;br /&gt;granola&lt;br /&gt;fish&lt;br /&gt;broccoli&lt;br /&gt;tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;red peppers&lt;br /&gt;apples&lt;br /&gt;egg whites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday though i ordered 10 hot wings in celebration of losing 8 pounds but i feel disgusting now. &lt;br /&gt;TIME FOR BED&lt;br /&gt;ITS 830PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-3336183628414986465?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/3336183628414986465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=3336183628414986465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/3336183628414986465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/3336183628414986465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2008/01/burger-time.html' title='burger time'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-1859582998827306671</id><published>2008-01-12T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:48:03.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER MAINTENANCE. SORRY</title><content type='html'>OK B.&lt;br /&gt;SO ITS BEEN LIEK A MONTH SINCE I'VE POSTED ANYTHING. THE MONTH OF DECEMBER WAS A LITTLE SLOW FOR ME. PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY. &lt;br /&gt;for my stomach and my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know who B is. but i just thought i'd say that to make it seem like i was gearing this post towards one specific person. &lt;br /&gt;but i will summarize the month in a couple of key moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEARS WAS SPENT LOOKING AT STRIPPERS IN MACAU WITH MY PARENTS&lt;br /&gt;it was my idea ok. but my dad fell asleep and i told him it was rude to sleep during a striptease because "YOU DONT KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES"&lt;br /&gt;the strippers were completely nude. so i saw a lot of meat curtains. &lt;br /&gt;the men clapped as the girls opened their legs.&lt;br /&gt;and the old ladies behind me slept...&lt;br /&gt;since i was in a sleazy town i thought i'd do seedy things. and i won 600$ from a slot machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATELY I'VE BEEN HAVING VIVID DREAMS ABOUT EVERYDAY ACTIVITIES THAT THEN TRANSLATE INTO REALITY&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HOW I HAD TO QUEUE FOR SECURITY CHECK AT VOGUE WITH R. EVERETT. AND THEN I POOED IN MY PANTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or how Eddy drove me to the airport with C and how i said it was "not necessary" and he insisted that it was only polite to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Wise&lt;br /&gt;i have been eating the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter and ham sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;Robuchon (A LOT lately)&lt;br /&gt;Cipriani's because i miss NY &lt;br /&gt;lots of tofu&lt;br /&gt;fruits since we're in the tropics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW LETS FOCUS ON SOME IMPORTANT POINTS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was peed on yesterday&lt;br /&gt;the day before i had a phobia scare with parasites on my other dog's ass&lt;br /&gt;i swear dots are going to end my life&lt;br /&gt;one of my fish fell down the sink and i couldnt save it. it was really sad. and i threw food down the drain to see if it coudl eat but it had swam away when i shown the flashlight into it&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been feeing kind of gross. the headaches have been coming back. MOSTLY BECAUSE OF MY ON GOING TRUST ISSUES WITH THE CITY OF SHANGHAI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BYE NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-1859582998827306671?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/1859582998827306671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=1859582998827306671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/1859582998827306671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/1859582998827306671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2008/01/under-maintenance-sorry.html' title='UNDER MAINTENANCE. SORRY'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-81344333103094149</id><published>2007-12-03T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:35:32.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISES</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v321/peawok/shaddup.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-81344333103094149?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/81344333103094149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=81344333103094149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/81344333103094149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/81344333103094149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/12/surprises.html' title='SURPRISES'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-5400726543181929896</id><published>2007-11-29T06:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:37:52.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VERMICELLI WITH CURRY, SINGAPORE STYLE</title><content type='html'>SO LAST NIGHT, I STARTED WRITING AGAIN IN THIS BLOG AFTER ALMOST 2 MONTH HIATUS AND I STARTED DOCUMENTING WHAT I WAS EATING AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;ITS WEIRD BECAUSE I HAVENT HAD ACNE SINCE MY FIRST YEAR OF COLLEGE AND NOW THAT I AM NO LONGER IN SCHOOL IT HAS SUDDENLY COME BACK WHICH IS AWFUL BECAUSE I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT OR HAVE ANY TECHNIQUES OF COVERING THE SPOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR LUNCH TODAY, I HAD IN A HURRY, VERMICELLI COOKED IN CURRY, SINGAPORE STYLE. I'M JUST REPEATING WHAT IT SAYS ON THE MENU EXACTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really not sure what "singapore style" is. maybe i will ask my old school friend "ORBITAL" (as you may have realized i dont name names, only their alias)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before that i had cream of mushroom soup. &lt;br /&gt;today was a fulfilling day, maybe not for my stomach, but for the rest of my body.&lt;br /&gt;my friend found this masseuse that i apparently "had to try," so i was booked an appointment for the late afternoon and given this amazing 2 hour massage that i completely bruised from but i feel like he has saved my life. &lt;br /&gt;he told me to return in 5 days for another session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the train station today, i had another urge for mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;maybe THIS IS THE CAUSE FOR THE RETURN OF BAD SKIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had 9 chicken nuggets, fries, and cheese burger while watching LOST oh and the SPICE GIRLS DOCUMENTARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all i've eaten today&lt;br /&gt;i havent even had my vitamins today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I AM AT HOME, I CAME HOME TO AN EMPTY HOUSE, AND I DONT KNOW WHERE EVERYONE IS.&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS ITS TIME TO GET INTO MY DRESSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO SOMEONE JUST CAME BACK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-5400726543181929896?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/5400726543181929896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=5400726543181929896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/5400726543181929896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/5400726543181929896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/11/vermicelli-with-curry-singapore-style.html' title='VERMICELLI WITH CURRY, SINGAPORE STYLE'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-4011811404190261088</id><published>2007-11-28T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T08:12:31.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONIONS</title><content type='html'>ok so it has been a while since the last post "apologize to atom" but a lot has happened since the 18th of october.&lt;br /&gt;now that is almost december, for some reason my body is reacting weird and i can eat everything in sight again and my metabolism works. but as a consequence i have been getting acne. i dont know what to do with these major spots since it has been a while since i have tended to these type of skin issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since the last post. i will make a basic list of things i have been eating lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIZZA HUT&lt;br /&gt;MCDONALDS&lt;br /&gt;THANKSGIVING TURKEY&lt;br /&gt;HAIRY CRAB AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;STEAMED SQUID&lt;br /&gt;CLAMS&lt;br /&gt;PASTA&lt;br /&gt;PIZZA AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;CAESAR SALAD&lt;br /&gt;DUMPLINGS FILLED WITH BROTH&lt;br /&gt;MEAT PIE WITH SALTY EGG ON TOP OF RICE&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF EGGS&lt;br /&gt;STEAK.&lt;br /&gt;CALIFORNIA PIZZA KITCHEN&lt;br /&gt;CAKE, MULTIPLE TIMES&lt;br /&gt;CHIFFON CAKE&lt;br /&gt;ITALIAN TOMATO (THE PLACE AT JAS MART IN NY) I FOUND ONE HERE. I DONT KNOW WHY I DIDNT MENTION IT TO BRAINS&lt;br /&gt;SPAGHETTI&lt;br /&gt;DRAGON FRUIT&lt;br /&gt;COOKIES&lt;br /&gt;STAR FRUIT&lt;br /&gt;APPLES, LOTS OF THOSE&lt;br /&gt;ASIAN PEARS&lt;br /&gt;BLACK CURRANT CANDIES&lt;br /&gt;HAI NAN JI FAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that will suffice..for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately my diet has been consisting of pizza for a week and then fruit exclusively for a week&lt;br /&gt;but in between the b/l/or dinner of pizza or fruit i have been snacking on cake. like yesterday i had a white cheesecake that was layered on top of a sponge cake as well. and the week before had a white chiffon cake but it was really a bunt cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs fields has also become a staple in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast duck too. oh god. Roast duck and glass noodles (NOT vermicelli) in special YUNG KEE broth that is made from large mushrooms that look like turtles carapace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm oh and i'm a dj now. &lt;br /&gt;xooxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-4011811404190261088?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/4011811404190261088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=4011811404190261088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/4011811404190261088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/4011811404190261088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/11/onions.html' title='ONIONS'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-7773033863405741917</id><published>2007-10-18T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:41:53.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APOLOGIES TO ATOM</title><content type='html'>SO I HAVENT WRITTEN IN THE LAST FIVE/SIX DAYS OR SO BECAUSE NOTHING EXCITING HAS BEEN HAPPENING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE REALLY ONLY EATEN.&lt;br /&gt;LETS SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES I WENT TO CALIFORNIA PIZZA KITCHEN. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;AND DINED ON 2 PIZZAS, A PASTA, AND A SALAD&lt;br /&gt;IN THE MORNING. I HAD 2 PIECES OF TOAST WITH SWEETENED CONDENSED MILK AND BUTTER AND A SANDWICH WITH EGG AND HAM. OH AND A CHEESE BURGER AND FRIES AND 6 BOTTLES OF WATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I GOT HOME. I THINK I ATE COOKIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT DID NOT BODE OVER WELL IN THE LOWER INTENSTINAL TRACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS ON OCTOBER THE 16TH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS GO ON FROM THERE&lt;br /&gt;SO ON THE 17TH OF OCTOBER, I WENT TO THE DOCTOR IN THE MORNING. MY DOCTOR, DR JONATHAN. WE'LL CALL HIM, SPENT AND HOUR TOGETHER TALKING AND MY FUTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER I WENT TO THE SUPER MARKET AT THE BOTTOM OF SOGO IN CAUSEWAY BAY, AND BOUGHT THE FOLLOWING&lt;br /&gt;(I'M HAVING TROUBLE POSTING IMAGES BECAUSE OF THE INTERNET HERE, WILL CORRECT THIS WHEN I GET TO A BETTER LOCALE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 HELLO KITTY PASTA&lt;br /&gt;1 TOM YANG GUY&lt;br /&gt;2 RED PEPPERS&lt;br /&gt;1 BAG OF SEAWEED AND PEPPER CHIPS&lt;br /&gt;1 CARTON OF EGGS&lt;br /&gt;4 PUMPKINS (MINUS ONE LATER THAT DAY WHEN MY DOG DECIDED IT WOULD BE COOL TO DEVOUR IT)&lt;br /&gt;2 JAPANESE POTATOES&lt;br /&gt;1 PACKAGE OF POMELO&lt;br /&gt;1 BOX OF MOOMIN COOKIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE SUPER MARKET, I ALSO ATE TAKO YAKI, (THAT AGAIN, DID NOT BODE WELL IN THE LOWER INTESTINAL TRACT)&lt;br /&gt;I PAID FOR IT LATER IN THE DAY AND HAD TO STAY AT HOME FOR THE REST OF THE DAY DUE TO EXCESSIVE GAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON OCTOBER THE 18TH&lt;br /&gt;I HAD AN ONION BAGEL WITH CREME CHEESE&lt;br /&gt;TOAST WITH SWEETENED CONDENSED MILK&lt;br /&gt;1 EGG WHITE OMELETE.&lt;br /&gt;I'M A BIG FAN OF EGG WHITES LATELY. THOUGH THE TASTE IS COMPLETELY TAKEN OUT OF EGGS I FEEL LIKE I'M DOING SOMETHING GOOD TO MYSELF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY WAS ANOTHER DAY AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;I'M REALLY ANTISOCIAL LATELY. NOT EVEN WANTING TO EAT ON THE STREET WHERE I NORMALLY LIKE TO EAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i will get off the caplocks for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;i had lunch at home with the family but i was barely eating anything. i think i'm on a diet or something. i want to lose a little bit of weight. after constantly working out everyday in new york. i havent worked out everyday here. only once&lt;br /&gt;and "the plank" once in a while in secret in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to afternoon tea at "COVA"&lt;br /&gt;with my mom and her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so difficult to find another group of ladies to have lunch with. i know i have lives here forever now, but never have i found a group or specific person i like to eat with every couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at cova, i had a starfruit, and carrot juice&lt;br /&gt;and a dessert consisting of vanilla yogurt, strawberries, mango, pineapple and strawberry sauce&lt;br /&gt;and then i moved on from that onto finger sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i barely ate anything that night. only some rice and some soup broth and a bag of chips. oh and excessive amounts of porriage&lt;br /&gt;or was that the night i was having stomachaches. (yes that was it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening around 12 i really wanted to eat fruit so i ate a huge bowl of fruit and then made another egg white omlette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS SEE WHAT I'LL EAT TODAY&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO SHANGHAI SO...CHINESE FOOD GALORE/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-7773033863405741917?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/7773033863405741917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=7773033863405741917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/7773033863405741917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/7773033863405741917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/apologies-to-atom.html' title='APOLOGIES TO ATOM'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-9025984497547549550</id><published>2007-10-15T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:47:22.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTBACK STEAKHOUSE WITH GAR</title><content type='html'>THIS WAS AN EVENTFUL DAY I GUESS.&lt;br /&gt;i've been home for a day now and all i longed for was dim sum&lt;br /&gt;Har Gao&lt;br /&gt;Shiu Mai&lt;br /&gt;Mien Fa Gai&lt;br /&gt;and soy milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so warm here.&lt;br /&gt;After dim sum with my mother, i called my good friend Gary, who is in town starting his fashion label, and we hung out in causeway bay. his friend and him are not eating very much for some reason, so we went to OUTBACK STEAKHOUSE (amazing) because gary missed america. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR FUTURE REFERENCE. OUTBACK AND OLIVE GARDEN IS THE WAY TO WIN MY HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate the following&lt;br /&gt;AUSSIE CHEESE FRIES&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN CAESAR SALAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gary had &lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN ON THE BARBI&lt;br /&gt;and his friend Tristen has a baked potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY THAT WAS REALLY THE DAY AND I DIDNT DO ANYTHING ELSE. BUT NOW I'M GOING TO SLEEP OR EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF HOURS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-9025984497547549550?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/9025984497547549550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=9025984497547549550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/9025984497547549550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/9025984497547549550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/outback-steakhouse-with-gar.html' title='OUTBACK STEAKHOUSE WITH GAR'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-2069495025414058233</id><published>2007-10-14T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:16:54.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HKHKHKHKHKHKHKHKHKHK</title><content type='html'>SO I'M HERE. WE'RE QUEER&lt;br /&gt;GET USED TO IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;COULD YOU IMAGINE SAYING THAT TO SOMEONE. I COULD JUST MELT AND DIE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LAST NIGHT AFTER ARRIVING. MY BROTHER AND I WENT TO 'PUMPERNICKEL' A STAPLE IN OUR DIET&lt;br /&gt;AND I ATE CREME OF MUSHROOM SOUP AND ANGEL HAIR PASTA WITH PESTO AND PINE NUTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAE A THING FOR ANGEL HAIR. MAYBE BC OF THE HAIR PART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WALKED AROUND BEFORE I WENT HOME AND PLAYED WITH THE NEW BULL DOG AND PEANUT FOR A BIT BEFORE LAYING DOWN AND TAKING A NAP.&lt;br /&gt;I WOKE UP AT 1130 TO THE SOUND OF MY FAMILY COMING HOME AND IT WAS NICE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS NO FOOD DISCUSSION HERE...SO I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH ONLY THAT AT 2AM I ATE A COCONUT GELATIN WITH GINKO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STAYED UP TIL 5 EPILATING AND THEN REORGANIZED MY CLOSET. &lt;br /&gt;I AM SOOO TIRED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-2069495025414058233?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/2069495025414058233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=2069495025414058233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/2069495025414058233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/2069495025414058233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/hkhkhkhkhkhkhkhkhkhk.html' title='HKHKHKHKHKHKHKHKHKHK'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-8470960048068436635</id><published>2007-10-14T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:12:54.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HILLS/AIRPLANE TO HK</title><content type='html'>OK SO I GOT UP EARLY TODAY AND HAD TO FINISH OFF MY LIST OF ERRANDS BEFORE LEAVING FOR HONG KONG FOR THE MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;THIS INCLUDE&lt;br /&gt;-COVERING THE FURNITURE IN SHEETS TO PREVENT DUST&lt;br /&gt;-THROW AWAY MY ALOE PLANT AND WATER THE CACTUS &lt;br /&gt;-FOLD DRIED LAUNDRY&lt;br /&gt;-PAY MY BARNEY'S BILL&lt;br /&gt;-PAY MY EXTRA RENT FOR NOVEMBER&lt;br /&gt;-EAT SOMETHING LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that was it.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD EATEN ABOUT 10 CHERRY TOMATOS BEFORE REALIZING THAT ONE OF THEM HAD MOULD SO I QUICKLY THREW THEN OUT THE WINDOW IN DISGUST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK &lt;br /&gt;SO IT WAS TIME. THE CAR WAS HERE AND I WAS GOING TO THE AIRPORT&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SITTING IN ROW 59E. A MIDDLE SEAT. IT WAS AWFUL!!!! OMG. SANDWICHED BETWEEN A FAT MAN AND ONE THAT DIDNT SPEAK JUST LIKED TO WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;NOT YOUR TYPICAL FANTASY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULD NOT, BY ANY CHANCE GET A BETTER TICKET BC I BOUGHT IT ON A WHIM. I WANTED MY NORMAL BUSINESS CLASS SEAT. IS THAT BRATTY. WHATEVER WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY MADE ME THROW AWAY MY BIG BOTTLE OF EVIAN BEFORE GOING IN..&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER. I DID RECEIVE AN INVITATION TO GO TO THE FIRST CLASS LOUNGE SO HANGING OUT WASNT THAT BAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY DIDNT HAVE MUCH TO EAT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;6 FINGER SANDWICHES. 3 TUNA, 3 SESAME CHICKEN&lt;br /&gt;2 BAGS OF LAYS&lt;br /&gt;1 LITRE OF WATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND 1 DESPERATELY NEEDED SHOWER&lt;br /&gt;"NO MORE THAN 20 MINUTES OK???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO HAD A THING OF POCKY AND SKITTLES I PURCHASED PRIOR TO THE FLIGHT AND TABLOIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SO THEN I WATCHED THE HILLS FOR 8 HOURS AND I REAZLIED HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS SHOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-8470960048068436635?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/8470960048068436635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=8470960048068436635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/8470960048068436635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/8470960048068436635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/hillsairplane-to-hk.html' title='THE HILLS/AIRPLANE TO HK'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-6525481064102421165</id><published>2007-10-14T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T13:56:01.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HURRICANE STAMP</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i barely ate anything. In fact, i’ve bene on this obsessive diet where yesterday the pouring rain happened and i went ot the post office to buy 61$ worth of stamps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RxKCKo_IuKI/AAAAAAAAACY/EFvI5tkqZIk/s1600-h/Photo+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RxKCKo_IuKI/AAAAAAAAACY/EFvI5tkqZIk/s320/Photo+167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121298845586208930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After there was a huge hurricane in ny and  i was all wet, but i was dying to eat so i went to burger king at the WTC.&lt;br /&gt;I ate the following:&lt;br /&gt;1 junior whopper with cheese, minus onions&lt;br /&gt;a number 12, which consisted of&lt;br /&gt;12 chicken tenders&lt;br /&gt;and wonderful bk fries&lt;br /&gt;and a coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home and worked out profusely and did my laundry at the same time before going to toto’s house for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;Emilie made&lt;br /&gt;Fettucini with tomaoto/spinach sauce with fresh basil&lt;br /&gt;I tried to eat a sausage but i couldnt handle it&lt;br /&gt;And i played iwth the dog all night&lt;br /&gt;When i got home i just continued packing for the month in hk til 5 am&lt;br /&gt;WE DECIDED THAT 3 TRENCH COATS, AND 7 PAIRS OF SHOES WAS GOING TO BE TOOO MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-6525481064102421165?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/6525481064102421165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=6525481064102421165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/6525481064102421165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/6525481064102421165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/hurricane-stamp.html' title='HURRICANE STAMP'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RxKCKo_IuKI/AAAAAAAAACY/EFvI5tkqZIk/s72-c/Photo+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-784201492652800606</id><published>2007-10-11T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:05:08.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BR/SOHO WITH MEJO</title><content type='html'>yesterday was an eventful/relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;Mejo (her alias) called me the night before and we were going to have a ladies lunch the next day. we were both so tired so didnt really leave my house till around 3pm after playing with some things in my house and whatever. We wrote CBC a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejo and I went to Blue Ribbon. I hadn't been in so long it feels. They have probably forgotten me by now. &lt;br /&gt;Today. we ate the following. well i ate the following&lt;br /&gt;1 kaki fri &lt;br /&gt;2 tako&lt;br /&gt;1 ikura&lt;br /&gt;1 maki combo III, which consisted of 3 rolls including:&lt;br /&gt;    -SALMON SKIN ROLL&lt;br /&gt;    -FRESH WATER EEL&lt;br /&gt;    -SPICY SCALLOP&lt;br /&gt;1 toshi special&lt;br /&gt;1 karai ise ebi (spicy lobster with egg wrappr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mejo and i walked around soho so i could purchase a list of items my mother requested for me&lt;br /&gt;including "SOOTHING EYE MAKEUP REMOVER WITH VITAMIN E" though they only had VITAMIN B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying to get this TASCHEN BOOK "THE CABINET OF CURIOSITIES" but i have NOOO room in my apartment for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RxKEJI_IuMI/AAAAAAAAACo/lGyVCswxxUE/s1600-h/cover_xl_seba_curiosities_0707031642_id_63841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RxKEJI_IuMI/AAAAAAAAACo/lGyVCswxxUE/s320/cover_xl_seba_curiosities_0707031642_id_63841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121301018839660738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gorgeous though. and i've been looking to find something to place in my victorian glass box, either a dead animal, seashell, but. i think i foudn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RxKAQ4_IuGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8_FI11ptEr0/s1600-h/Photo+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RxKAQ4_IuGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8_FI11ptEr0/s320/Photo+146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121296753937135714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my latest sculpture!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN BETWEEN THIS TIME.S MIHO AND I WENT TO FLURT AGAIN TO DINE IWTH KEVIN. BUT I DONT THINK HE WAS THERE THAT DAY AND IT MADE ME SAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AROUND 2 AM THOUGH, I HAD THIS URGE TO EAT BECAUSE I HADN'T BEEN EATING LATELY. &lt;br /&gt;AND I DEEPFRIED!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I DEEPFRIED CURLY FRIES AND SEASONED THEM. OH AND INBETWEEN THE DEEP FRYING, I LEFT THE FRIES IN TEH OVEN )(TO MAKE THEM CRISPY) AND RAN OUT OF MY HOUSE AT 2AM IN THIS OUTFIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RxKDbI_IuLI/AAAAAAAAACg/34ytkEs6Ipk/s1600-h/Photo+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RxKDbI_IuLI/AAAAAAAAACg/34ytkEs6Ipk/s320/Photo+166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121300228565678258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. that was the day with Mejo. we then picked up potential outfits for my trip. maybe i'll attach some later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-784201492652800606?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/784201492652800606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=784201492652800606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/784201492652800606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/784201492652800606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/brsoho-with-mejo.html' title='BR/SOHO WITH MEJO'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RxKEJI_IuMI/AAAAAAAAACo/lGyVCswxxUE/s72-c/cover_xl_seba_curiosities_0707031642_id_63841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-167033219885638074</id><published>2007-10-09T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:05:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFIT DE CANARD RISOTTO AVEC COURGE DE BUTTERNUT ET TRUFFE NOIR</title><content type='html'>DOESNT THAT SOUND SOOOO LOVELY&lt;br /&gt;AT DINNER TONIGHT WITH the claw (KNEW A LOT ABOUT MEXICAN CUISINE) AND atom (WHO WAS LOVELY AND CUTE AND TAUGHT ME LOWER ABDOMINAL EXERCISES THAT I HAVE SAVED MY LIFE) SAT WITH ME TONIGHT AT bette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETTE is this new restaurant, and what i liked the most was there, A) we arrived at 530, so we were the first to be served b) the waiters were very polite 3) i like the apple as a door nob VERY Much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i was to give you one reason to return to the restaurant it would be because of the apple doorknob you push as you enter Bette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;NOW ABOUT WHAT WE ATE.&lt;br /&gt;I had an iceberg lettuce wedge with blue cheese dressing, crumbled roquefort, and crispy bacon&lt;br /&gt;and the subject heading! Duck Confit risotto with butternut square and black truffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The claw had a whole roasted branzino with buttered new potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwyp1I_IuDI/AAAAAAAAABg/3T_awxTw23g/s1600-h/new+potatoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwyp1I_IuDI/AAAAAAAAABg/3T_awxTw23g/s320/new+potatoes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119653606823868466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a new potato looks like. we didnt really know. &lt;br /&gt;So it said that it was a "WHOLE FISH" so the claw had the head removed but the bones remained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Claw: I THINK THERE ARE STILL BONES&lt;br /&gt;Atom: YEAH I GOT SOME BONES&lt;br /&gt;peawok: DID YOU GET BONED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atom did not eat anything really. Maybe he is on a liquid diet or had indigestion. The toilets were too fancy for me with the flusher on the bottom/side of the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so full of butter after we finished eating but there was still enough time to share panna cotta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwyp1I_IuEI/AAAAAAAAABo/NDHcl3lIFlQ/s1600-h/IMG00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwyp1I_IuEI/AAAAAAAAABo/NDHcl3lIFlQ/s320/IMG00169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119653606823868482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looked like (sorry for the poor image and the phallic imagery made by Atom&lt;br /&gt;The dessert was light, but the cherries were a bit too douced in cinnamon and ameretto for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, dinner was lovely and then i worked out profusely and drank 4 bottles of water before going to sleep, and in the process bleached everything because THE CLAW told me she bleached everything the other night, and then i lost my ipod headphones in the process of working out and cleaning my house and now i really want them back.&lt;br /&gt;These lower abdominal exercises are amazing. I see results already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus i gave myself a face mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwyq1o_IuFI/AAAAAAAAABw/E4jR9xfywR4/s1600-h/Photo+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwyq1o_IuFI/AAAAAAAAABw/E4jR9xfywR4/s320/Photo+145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119654714925430866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-167033219885638074?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/167033219885638074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=167033219885638074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/167033219885638074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/167033219885638074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/duck-confit-risotto-with-butternut.html' title='CONFIT DE CANARD RISOTTO AVEC COURGE DE BUTTERNUT ET TRUFFE NOIR'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwyp1I_IuDI/AAAAAAAAABg/3T_awxTw23g/s72-c/new+potatoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-5020335080501940195</id><published>2007-10-09T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:34:10.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIGESTION OR MUSCLE PAIN</title><content type='html'>THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF SUNDAY EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;after the whole debacle of not finding a restaurant on sunday evening, i went home for a bit and laid down until my friend pookie called me and i went over to her house to play for a bit where i just jumped on her bed and then they had to go to bed so i left and went to see macky and drew which was nice because i hadn't seem them in over two months now. I believe somehow i sat outside on a fire hydrant and talked to strangers for a bit before i went to the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stranger passed me in the hallway and said &lt;br /&gt;PSYCHO: "YOU'RE SOO BEAUTIFUL. COME TO THE BATHROOM WITH ME I HAVE SOMETHINGS TO SAY TO YOU"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "I DONT THINK THATS NECESSARY. YOU CAN SAY ANYTHING TO ME HERE RIGHT NOW"&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHO: "I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO HEAR THE WORDS. YOU ARE TOO BEAUTIFUL"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "THANK YOU BUT I I DONT THINK THERES ANYTHING YOU CAN SAY THAT IS THAT AWFUL THAT IT NEEDS TO BE SAID IN THE BATHROOM"&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHO: "PLEEEEASE"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "NO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up being at home at 3 but did not sleep til 7am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETWEEN THE TIMES OF 3AM and 7AM&lt;br /&gt;I ate the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.5 pounds of cherry tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;with two kind of pesto (green and red)&lt;br /&gt;grilled salami&lt;br /&gt;olive oil, vinegar&lt;br /&gt;lots of pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pounds of ravioli with the same mixture of sauces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw up the second portion of the meal 1 hour later though.&lt;br /&gt;I could not handle all that food in me. though the idea was that if i ate so much in the morning i wouldn't have to eat breakfast and it would be ok for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going to sleep at 7am and woke up at 12 for the next day to begin with awful pains in my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;maybe because i worked out profusely. now i can lift 20 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT DAY &lt;br /&gt;I WOKE UP AND ATE ONLY HARICOT VERT with lemon and a little bit of salt FOR LUNCH. it was very refreshing to just eat vegetables for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day as a light snack (it was very light), i made fried eggs over rice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to eat all the food in my house before i leave and try to be resourceful instead of just throwing away all my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this dish twice in the day so i guess i had a total of three eggs that day. That was october 8.&lt;br /&gt;In between the eggs, i made a thing of ramen, which i guess was not a very good idea because i can't stomach that stuff anymore. and in between that i still have the strawberry short cake that i still have to finish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-5020335080501940195?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/5020335080501940195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=5020335080501940195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/5020335080501940195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/5020335080501940195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/indigestion-or-muscle-pain.html' title='INDIGESTION OR MUSCLE PAIN'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-4850962901881214748</id><published>2007-10-07T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:35:37.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REJECTION FROM A MILLION RESTAURANTS</title><content type='html'>OK&lt;br /&gt;SO BRAINS AND I DONT LIKE THE EAST VILLAGE&lt;br /&gt;BUT FOR SOME REASON WE ALWAYS END UP THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so unsafe there and i really dont fit in there despite it being completely commercialized.&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i rolled around bed and suddenly really wanted to see "Darjeeling Limited" but when we arrived it was sold out at 545 and 30 degrees celsius on an october day. the world is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, we went to "jamba juice" oh god. and we sat on a plexiglass bench and bickered for a bit. brains said "these people are probably wondering what these asian kids are doing?'&lt;br /&gt;and then i asked "do you think we're friends because we're both asian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i showed Brains the Hotel Chevailler movie and i had a lotto scratch and win ticket that i had to play and was dying to win $10 000, but was proven unsuccessful without the letters E or T or I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we heard someone say "Don't you think jamba juice is a bit powdery?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i convinced brains to go to a lingerie store with me because i had to buy fabric detergent for my delicates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwk2ao_IuCI/AAAAAAAAABY/UpyJP1hmyN0/s1600-h/FN7+feathered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwk2ao_IuCI/AAAAAAAAABY/UpyJP1hmyN0/s320/FN7+feathered.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118682282790008866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i spent 200$ in cab fare the other day from going to the UN and back and to the Salon. &lt;br /&gt;Brains' said "did you ever considered taking the subway" and i just kind of changed the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we didnt get to go to a movie even though i made these purchases at Citerella for us to dine in the cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 white chocolate covered strawberries (THEY WERE 20$)&lt;br /&gt;1 huge strawberry short cake &lt;br /&gt;1 fresh four cheese ravioli&lt;br /&gt;1 haricot vert&lt;br /&gt;1 rice crispy square&lt;br /&gt;1 pack of sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 huge block of parmesan cheese (though i wanted a whole wheel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brains had asked the baker (is that her name?) if she had this specific pastry and the baker said "I dont have any of that today" as if she baked them herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for a while we sat in front of the pet store on my old street looking at the dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one dog dying to play with his friend, but his friend just laid there motionless.&lt;br /&gt;Brains: LOOK THAT DOG WANTS TO PLAY SOOO BADLY&lt;br /&gt;PEAWOK: AND HIS FRIEND IS JUST DEAD AND LAYING THERE. THAT WAS KIND OF LIKE MY CHILDHOOD&lt;br /&gt;Brains: (LAUGHTER)&lt;br /&gt;PEAWOK: YOU'RE ONLY LAUGHING BECAUSE YOU KNOW ITS TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was at the Ghetto pet shop who was looking for a full time employee. shoudl i apply?&lt;br /&gt;We went to the nicer one down the street, and again sat on a bench watching the nice petstore being cleaned with signs that hung about with "1600, 700, 800"" for a specific puppy&lt;br /&gt;i think they may have heard me when i said "is that one 700" to the mexican worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that. we tried to have dinner, Brains suggested "Johnny Rockets" which i reluctantly agreed but we only walked by and got embarrassed but also ran into our friend STATIONARY BICYCLE and saw Hamburglar on the street as well and then i ran into a coworker at the Tea place that we had a drink at which somehow, we ended up both very drunk and then went to japanese bbq (after going to like 5 resturants that wouldnt let us in)&lt;br /&gt;and just talked about how people around us were so miserable and then Brains wrote on my cake box EAT ME EAT ME EAT ME EAT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to be home at ourn 830 but got home at 1130.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally cleaned my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I JUST REMEMBERED THIS PIECE OF DIALOGUE BETWEEN BRAINS AND I.&lt;br /&gt;BRAINS: did you ever carry a back pack when you went to school? i can't see you holding a backpack&lt;br /&gt;Peawok: no i had a clutch throughout highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-4850962901881214748?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/4850962901881214748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=4850962901881214748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/4850962901881214748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/4850962901881214748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/rejection-from-million-restaurants.html' title='REJECTION FROM A MILLION RESTAURANTS'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwk2ao_IuCI/AAAAAAAAABY/UpyJP1hmyN0/s72-c/FN7+feathered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-3082085263858962358</id><published>2007-10-06T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:29:10.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDMA AND FURRY IPOD</title><content type='html'>OK&lt;br /&gt;SO THESE ARE NOT NEW ITEMS. BUT I WAS LOOKING THROUGH THE ARCHIVES AND FOUND THESE IMAGES, SO I THOUGHT I'D SHARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my grandmother standing in front of one of my pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwkXTI_IuBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/J-QyLHdn6-o/s1600-h/P1010237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwkXTI_IuBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/J-QyLHdn6-o/s320/P1010237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118648069080528914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN TO ME. MY FURRY IPOD CARRIER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwkXS4_IuAI/AAAAAAAAABI/PbcpE8Zg72k/s1600-h/Photo111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwkXS4_IuAI/AAAAAAAAABI/PbcpE8Zg72k/s320/Photo111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118648064785561602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK TIME FOR BED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-3082085263858962358?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/3082085263858962358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=3082085263858962358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/3082085263858962358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/3082085263858962358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/grandma-and-furry-ipod.html' title='GRANDMA AND FURRY IPOD'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwkXTI_IuBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/J-QyLHdn6-o/s72-c/P1010237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-7155330324148608987</id><published>2007-10-05T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T20:19:35.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APPLEBEES &amp; UNITED NATIONS</title><content type='html'>WHAT AN EVENTFUL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctors to pick up a perscription and then headed downtown to get my hair dyed for 4 hours today. Its back to its natural colour of premature grey......&lt;br /&gt;I had prepared for the four hour trip by bringing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 big bottle of evian&lt;br /&gt;1 huge dish of fried rice&lt;br /&gt;1 banana&lt;br /&gt;1 yogurt&lt;br /&gt;1 ipod&lt;br /&gt;1 tabloid&lt;br /&gt;1 vanity fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were like 'YOU CAME PREPARED'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;So after rushing home from the salon to my house to change for this huge event tonight at the united nations. kind of exciting?&lt;br /&gt;This was my outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwb-OY_It-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4fk_CF7AbHs/s1600-h/Photo+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwb-OY_It-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4fk_CF7AbHs/s320/Photo+140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118057549732034530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i DRANK TOO MUCH AT THE UNITED NATIONS AND GOT DRUNK THERE AND TALKED ABOUT GLOBAL WARMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRES I GOT HOME&lt;br /&gt;i ran to applebees and the pharmacy before they could close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at applebees i got the HUGE APPETIZER PLATTER and a COB SALAD (not so good)&lt;br /&gt;I'm having such a wonderful evening now of just this platter and watching ugly betty on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like this boobie i was given to as a gift???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwb-t4_It_I/AAAAAAAAABA/j1UIP-Bm6XU/s1600-h/Photo+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwb-t4_It_I/AAAAAAAAABA/j1UIP-Bm6XU/s320/Photo+135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118058090897913842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-7155330324148608987?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/7155330324148608987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=7155330324148608987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/7155330324148608987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/7155330324148608987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/applebees-united-nations.html' title='APPLEBEES &amp; UNITED NATIONS'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/Rwb-OY_It-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4fk_CF7AbHs/s72-c/Photo+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-6785352152968404178</id><published>2007-10-04T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:03:23.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUNKIN DONUTS</title><content type='html'>I always loved coming here. It reminds me of being in kindergarten and how i went to dunkin donuts and stuffed my face with powdered donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after my consultation if i should get eye surgery, which is being postponed til tuesday. i went to dunkin donuts to have a coffee (which i never drink but was curious) and an egg/sausage on a croissant. AND NO DONUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were these teenagers there too which always make me nervous so i had to quickly finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After at the flower shop, i ran into my friends father and we talked for a bit. i wonder who the dozen roses were for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowers.pacificcallas.com/callalilyflowersblack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.flowers.pacificcallas.com/callalilyflowersblack.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are amazing. They make me so happy just to look at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going home and working out profusely for an hour, i ordered&lt;br /&gt;2 slices of pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;1 chicken caesar salad&lt;br /&gt;1 order of buffalo wings&lt;br /&gt;1 order of cheese ravioli&lt;br /&gt;1 green salad&lt;br /&gt;1 coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i could only eat 2 slices of pizza and half of the caesar salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw the rest out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS FOR DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my floral arrangments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwVxKo_It8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/LtP_D9S9Uno/s1600-h/IMG00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwVxKo_It8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/LtP_D9S9Uno/s320/IMG00163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117620979191297986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwVxK4_It9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/q77FyvRxkHI/s1600-h/IMG00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwVxK4_It9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/q77FyvRxkHI/s320/IMG00164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117620983486265298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-6785352152968404178?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/6785352152968404178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=6785352152968404178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/6785352152968404178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/6785352152968404178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/dunkin-donuts.html' title='DUNKIN DONUTS'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwVxKo_It8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/LtP_D9S9Uno/s72-c/IMG00163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-556159084174459670</id><published>2007-10-04T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T15:52:23.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEEP FRIED OYSTERS</title><content type='html'>LAST NIGHT AROUND 6PM, I FELT A SUDDEN URGE TO GO TO KIEHLS.&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of an emergency and i met BRAINS at the east village location because i didnt want to meet her at school to avoid an awkward run in with certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kiehls, i bought INSTANT SATIN BODY LOTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kiehls.com/img/labels/lab_293.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.kiehls.com/img/labels/lab_293.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NEVER HAD SUCH SMOOTH SKIN BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so BRAINS and i walked around the east village (dont' tell anyone) and somehow i ended up with a blue satin/lace beret and fur cuffs. a gay super hero's secret weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the important part. &lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to have dinner last night, but looking at the time, i realized i wouldnt be able to make it to the gym on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told BRAINS earlier that if i wasnt home by 830/9pm that i would kill her.  but i took it back for another time. &lt;br /&gt;At dinner. i ordered:&lt;br /&gt;1 salmon skin hand roll&lt;br /&gt;1 spider roll&lt;br /&gt;1 fried oyster entree&lt;br /&gt;1 miso soup&lt;br /&gt;1 ton kastu platter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and BRAINS ordered CURRY UDON. which to be frank looked like a cat threw up on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER I WENT HOME AND ATE FLURT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-556159084174459670?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/556159084174459670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=556159084174459670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/556159084174459670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/556159084174459670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/deep-fried-oysters.html' title='DEEP FRIED OYSTERS'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-7450202551657097401</id><published>2007-10-03T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:06:06.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLT</title><content type='html'>TODAY&lt;br /&gt;its already 5pm, and i feel i've had a full day already. I was woken up around 1130 by a former coworker asking me to come to my old work place for lunch. Apparently guest chef was making grilled salmon today or I could have pasta. huhh...i thought about going, but maybe it was too soon to return to the office since its only been about one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead. i went to meet a friend and i had a BLT. he took forever because we had a miscommunication problem. &lt;br /&gt;after lunch we walked around the water and i headed to the bank, and then the Natural History Museum of the American Indian.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go there everyday now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for second lunch today, i'm thinking of going to Cipriani. I'm not sure yet. I've been longing for pesto for a good couple days now, but I dont know if i should go to the one where my friends and I used to hang out in or the new one that is only a 5 minute walk from my house and i could go secretly by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwQEL4_It7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/d-FS5OMxdaE/s1600-h/n35404460_31192222_9861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwQEL4_It7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/d-FS5OMxdaE/s320/n35404460_31192222_9861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117219678921996210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-7450202551657097401?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/7450202551657097401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=7450202551657097401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/7450202551657097401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/7450202551657097401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/blt.html' title='BLT'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwQEL4_It7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/d-FS5OMxdaE/s72-c/n35404460_31192222_9861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-8204534139351658530</id><published>2007-10-02T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:10:55.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISO BUTTER AND RICE</title><content type='html'>so today, after going to blue ribbon for 3 months 3 times a week, i thought they would finally recognized me. last time i went with sonja, they said to me "two days in a row?" So it made it seem like i could fully take advantage of this situation and come all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, i went to Sarah and Liz. For some reason, I was early for once which never happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at BR, i ate the regular things without the salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamachi with Miso butter and a bowl of rice&lt;br /&gt;Fried oyster sushi&lt;br /&gt;inside out blue crab california roll&lt;br /&gt;Toshi Special (the seaweed in sushi is substitute with salmon skin and rice is inside)&lt;br /&gt;two pieces of tako sushi&lt;br /&gt;one ikura sushi&lt;br /&gt;2 bowls of rice with Miso Butter and scallions. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  guess it was the same amount of food that i normally get. sarah and liz had a green tea creme brulée as well. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how i'm going to stomach all this. I thought the gym was finally working today. I had never felt leaner and in shape. my stomach has never been flatter. i think maybe because i only have 1.5 meals a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did eat a cheese dog and another grilled hot dog today while waiting outside the bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I'M GOING TO DO TWO HUNDRED SIT UPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. I'M SO CONFUSED ON WHAT TO DO. SHOULD I GO TO HONG KONG LATER SO I CAN STAY AND WATCH THIS NEW MOVIE. IS THIS EVEN A REAL PROBLEM??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwMWNo_It5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MS5m8V_ci5A/s1600-h/n34600558_30678345_5411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwMWNo_It5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MS5m8V_ci5A/s320/n34600558_30678345_5411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116958025219356562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS PICTURE MADE ME SOO HAPPY TOO AND KIND OF HUNGRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-8204534139351658530?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/8204534139351658530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=8204534139351658530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/8204534139351658530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/8204534139351658530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/miso-butter-and-rice.html' title='MISO BUTTER AND RICE'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwMWNo_It5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MS5m8V_ci5A/s72-c/n34600558_30678345_5411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-4882495880012083234</id><published>2007-10-01T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:58:48.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRENCH TOAST AND BACON</title><content type='html'>TODAY&lt;br /&gt;I LAID IN BED ALL DAY UNTIL AROUND 4 I TEXTED CLAUDIA TO ASK HER TO EAT WITH ME. &lt;br /&gt;WE WERE MEETING AT 6 TO EAT AT THIS DINER BECAUSE I REALLY WANTED TO HAVE BREAKFAST AGAIN. AFTER YESTERDAY'S BRUNCH WITH JESSE AND LIZ, I FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN GOING ON A CARB BINGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WENT TO ODESSA. IT IS SO CREEPY BUT I KIND OF LIKE IT THERE FOR FOOD THAT I'M ASHAMED OF. I HAD WAFFLE FRIES, FRENCH TOAST AND BACON. ON THE WAY THERE IN THE CAB, I WAS THINKING ABOUT WHAT TO EAT, AND I HAD DEBATED ABOUT GETTING A B.L.T. SANDWICH AND MAYBE SOME BORSCHT SOUP. I REALLY DONT KNOW WHATS ON THE MENU BUT WAS ONLY MAKING ASSUMPTIONS OF WHAT WOULD BE ON IT. AND THEN I REMEMBERED THAT THE EAST VILLAGE HAD PEROGIES AND FRIED CLAM STRIPS AND THAT MADE ME SMILE AND THINK ABOUT THAT AS A DISH I COULD EAT TOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY LATELY I CAN'T STOMACH FOODS AS MUCH AS I USED TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS THIS MAN WHO WAS SITTING NEXT TO US WHO WAS JUST SLEEPING OR PRAYING. I CAN NEVER TELL WHAT THE DIFFERENCE IS. YOU LOOK THE SAME RIGHT? AND ALL THESE COPS CAME IN TOO. WE TALKED ABOUT HOW PEOPLE STILL GET MUGGED IN THE EAST VILLAGE AND HOW THAT SCARED ME BECAUSE I WORE A SHAWL THAT MADE ME LOOK LIKE AN OLD WOMAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BREEZE FROM THE STREET KEPT ON BLOWING IN AND IT WAS MAKING MY LILY FEET COLD SINCE I WAS WEARING SANDALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY I'M LAYING IN BED AFTER AN HOUR WORK OUT TO MAKE MYSELF FEEL BETTER WITH ENDORPHINS SO MAYBE I WON'T USE THIS HAMMER AFTER ALL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-4882495880012083234?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/4882495880012083234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=4882495880012083234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/4882495880012083234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/4882495880012083234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/french-toast-and-bacon.html' title='FRENCH TOAST AND BACON'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144662980175563053.post-7314838481899539076</id><published>2007-10-01T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:27:02.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mallots</title><content type='html'>so yesterday i had an inpromptu ladies lunch with jesse and liz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh since this is my first blog entry, i think i might start retracing my days, but i hope that this blog will be only for my new purchases i make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwFVKY_It4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3slM6_csczs/s1600-h/Photo+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwFVKY_It4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3slM6_csczs/s320/Photo+125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116464288663910274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought this mallot at the flea market. it was 25$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to use it to bash into someones head that i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after liz and i went to bed bath and beyond where it took an hour to decide what bedsheets to get. &lt;br /&gt;liz said not to get white sheets because then you could see how dirty you are. which i guess is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new shower curtain. not the fabric, but the lining. i love the smell of plastic. it reminds me of baby toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these babies next door keep on screaming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144662980175563053-7314838481899539076?l=peawok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/feeds/7314838481899539076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144662980175563053&amp;postID=7314838481899539076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/7314838481899539076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144662980175563053/posts/default/7314838481899539076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peawok.blogspot.com/2007/10/mallots.html' title='mallots'/><author><name>peawok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083975603709408418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/R4SoqZu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yD6KeIfGZ_k/S220/Photo+201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxuLBgonwh4/RwFVKY_It4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3slM6_csczs/s72-c/Photo+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
