i wanna ride my bike, but then i remember this...

my bike failed me

trolley tracks are killers. i borrowed my sister's red bike and rode it to rittenhouse park this afternoon to stop at the vegan cafe to see my friend matthew. after chit chatting i jumped on my bike to head home and stop and buy comics and then just chill. simple enough no? so i am riding and i have my armani shades on, my red vans, and one of my earplugs in for my ipod, because listening with both earplugs would be totally stupid if i am riding with traffic! my bike's tired hit the trolley track and the brakes would not pump right and my bike slipped and i fell off and slid with it.....down a long ass street. now, i am all panicky, shocked and there is a lot of blood on me. my own blood. my bike is all bent and there is a truck driver behind me who screeched on his brakes not to hit me and hit my back of the bike. he starts yelling at me, "get your f**** bike off the street! move it" i am all disorientaled and i start to apologize to him and trying to move my bike. my bike which suddenly weighs a ton to me. atlas carrying the world. some random guy walking by tells me, "whoa! you should wear a helmet!" to which i glare at him and said, "mind your business!" i called my friend nick, my girl chetana and i was all dazed due to the accident. their cure? drinks at copa 2 and nachos. well, the nachos were my idea! my entire left side of my body is bruised, scraped, swollen and bloody. my shirt got torn and my right side of my tummy is scraped and bruised and bloody and my knees are shot. my reality moment, going to the bathroom after the accident, standing in my tee shirt and panties pouring a bottle of hydrogen peroxide over my left side of my body and stomach to clean out my wounds. send sympathy to me. xo ps, my girls here in philly, chetana,amanda, and props to mark and shane...thanks for listening to me cry. xo

staring contest with my coffee

i often do odd things. i always have random things in my pockets. bandaids. jellybeans. often macaroons for some reason. as if i think i am end stranded somewhere in philly, i will be the hero that saves us by letting people feast on my stale macaroon. i prefer reading on park benches and under trees, even when it is cold out. fingerless gloves is my solution for reading in brisk autumnal weather. i would rather listen and make music on kaosilator than tune into my ipod. if i have my ipod on, i would rather listen to old time radio. when i buy new books, i try not to break the spine on them, so i am really hesitant to let people borrow books. unless, you can read them without really opening them. i know. weird. books are meant to be worn from reading and thrown onto piles next to one's bed. but, i don't do that. i read several books at once. so, i am constantly switching from book to book to book. i like everything on my desk to be organized. 90 degree angles and aligned. i prefer blue ink pens over black ink pens. i hate using times new roman font on my letterhead, so i use courier or comic sans, which probably messes up the format of things and drive my secretary batty. i like knitting cozies for things that don't really need cozies: earplugs, little knick knacks, my chubby zombie doll. i don't like it when people buy me flowers, but like the idea of flowers. i would rather make a comic about a funny mishap for someone's birthday than buy them a lame amazon gift card or make them pancakes. i like to open my windows a crack to feel how cold it is and then pile on my blankets on me, but still have the window open. i think all books read under the covers with a flashlight make them good. it's like magic. i think techno was invented as an additional level of dante's inferno and i think concert tee shirts remind us of bands we want to forget. i eat rice almost everyday, yet will not buy a bigger rice cooker since the little yellow one i have reminds me of me if i were to be an appliance. i only drink tea with kumquats and kumquats are seasonal. i picture everyone with thought bubbles over their heads and i imagine my thought bubble is always prolly a dancing chicken. i know poultry can't dance. i often call people the wrong names, but they answer and then i am convinced they have aliases. no matter how hard i try, everything i say sounds upbeat and sweet. no matter how hard i try, i always snort when i laugh. i believe the things my mama told me. yes, someday i will outgrow my clumsiness. i still get nervous in court and when i get nervous, i get really clumsy, so i try not to pace or move about the courtroom. standing is a bit dicey for me. thank goodness for tables. i love to dance around, but when i go out to dance, i find myself not moving because the dude behind or in front of me is pelvic thrusting and i can do is point and snort outloud. i have a habit of saying thank you alot. for instance, a bum will ask for money and i will respond, no thank you. or i have a case where i have to clean up someone's mess and they say sorry, i goofed and i say thank you for your help. backwards, i know. i don't mind going to movies alone, but it seems to bother people that i am there alone. i listen to gangsta rap even though i don't really curse and truth be told, don't know half the slang they use. my closet is colour coordinated, but my shoes sit in a pile. i still make mix tapes and covers for them, yet nobody listens to tapes. i love hoodies because they cover up my elf ears, yet i wear my hair like a gelfling. i like to sing in the shower, but i only sing dolly parton songs. i love staring contests with babies and objects. i have yet to win one though.

so with all the above, i guess my staring contest with my coffee seems pretty normal.

out of sight out of mind

like most pixies and elves, i tend to go into hiding. sometimes by choice and sometimes not by choice. i have a close inner circle of peeps who i heart. my peeps are people who i don't always chat with on a daily basis, but everything always flows when we do chat or meet up. these are solid cats. i do have friends who i feel if they don't see me that i am out of their lives until i make a reappearance. i have some friends who i always reach out to and no response. am i an idiot to keep trying to keep in touch with people? sometimes i wonder if i am trying to keep in touch because the history of our friendship and what we had was so wonderful that i feel it has to be preserved. other times, i feel like it is the right thing to do, why burn bridges? but sometimes bridges don't get burned, they just don't get used anymore.

we all have friends who need to talk to you everyday, see you everyday. with me, this just can't be done. i can't do that. just not who i am. we all need our personal space and i like to do my own thing. i remember telling people how i like to go to the matinees by myself or out to breakfast by myself. people think this is weird. like there is something wrong with me. i just like having moments to think. i always manage to get in touch with people, but it works both ways.

whenever i feel a bit guilty for not getting back to some friends as quickly as possible, i think of one of my past best friends, kc. she and i would go on adventures together and hijinx. we would totally crack each other up. anyhow, one day, she packed her bags and told us she was going to london for the summer for art school. we all believed her. then on the day she was flying back, we called her house and her mom told us she would be home soon. we were all excited with glee. her mom was perplexed. we explained we were excited to see kc come home since she was in london for 3 months. her mom replied, no. kc has been here all summer. wha?! anyhow, when i later asked her about it. she didn't say she lied, when she did, but explained, "i needed a vacation." and that was that. no one called her or bothered her for 3 months because she was in london or so we thought. brilliant! kc, much like duchamp did, got a vacation while still living at home. perhaps this is what i do when i lose touch or forget to blog, plurk or tweet. leave a message and i will get back to all when i come back from vacation. just know i always holla at you all back.
xo

boys are the new girls

perhaps i have kept one slanty eye blind to this phenomenon, but when did all the boys in this dirty city become girls?! seriously. i am not suggesting we girls all become damsels in distress and leave the men to bring home the bacon so we can cook it. not at all. i just didn't realize that the metrosexual dude would evolve into a girly boy. i am all for the emo boy. but this goes beyond emo. these are boys who wear tight sweaters in the colours of oatmeal, pumpkin and seafoam. these are the boys who take more time doing the hair than my girls. these are the boys who cry when you tell them, "we need to talk." these are the boys who spend a mint on facial products. these are the boys who need you to tell them that their tight jeans are not too tight and make their butts look good. honestly, it is like hanging out with eighth grade girls!

these needy boys may have been here in philly all along, but recently they have moved from their under dwelling to the surface. i am an independent gal, but there is something to be said to have a guy who is a guy's guy. i like being the girl in the relationship.

this is not some angry asian girl rant, just pure observation.

or perhaps i am just jealous of these girly men's skin care regiment. do they know how to exfoliate or what?! insane.

xo

no white babies

everywhere i look, i see yuppie white couples with cute little asian babies. i am all for people adopting and giving a baby a loving home, this is not what my blog is about. instead, i realized, i have never seen an asian couple with a cute little white baby. am i the only who finds this odd? should i?

a friend of a friend once told me that world domination could be achieved by holding a cute asian baby. there may be some truth to that. who can say no to a little baby with black hair and little almond eyes? certainly not i!

i wonder if there exist an asian couple with an adopted baby?

babies are wicked cute no matter what race. just wanted to jot down my observation. not trying to be too deep, just a rodin thinker moment. that's it.

xo

petri dish

philly is a big petri dish where germs cultivate. ok, actually being in court. shaking hands. people coughing. germs just stay in the air and here i am breathing in the germies.

just when i think i kicked the philly phlu, i am once again attacked with the flu. :( my slanty eyes are glassy and i have the voice of some old lady smoker. not cool.

so here i am sick and not using any sick days because my schedule is so insane.

yes, i am having a pity party. everyone rsvp now.

so a few weeks ago, i got the new google phone. i was one of the few people who does not give into the iphone hype. anyhow, the tmobile rep did not correctly save my contacts on my sim chip from my sidekick so i lost all 150 contacts. granted, i prolly only kept in touch with about 15 of those people, but it is the principle people! so for the past few weeks, i will get texts from people since my digits haven't changed and i have no clue who they are! then i have to write back heya, do i know you? i had 2 lunch invites and i actually text back, hey i love lunch, but do i know you? more importantly, do i like you? one person replied with witty cantor, the other left me to the crickets. oh well.

the interesting thing about texting is it is even more impersonal than emailing, but above beeper mode. the funny thing about texting is it allows people to carry on a monologue. for instance, i get texts from someone who i never reply to. i mean nada. i have series of texts from him carrying a conversation with basically himself! it is amusing because it will start off, hey, what is going on, let's hang. from there it goes to odd tangents to finally, hey pearl, i'm mad at you, we are in a fight. plateauing to oh i can't stand mad at you, let's hang. a vicious circle led by one. it is like i am reading a script. i am in the wings.

btw, i tried to put felt antlers on my cat. he scratched the hell out of me. can't say i blame him.

ok, i need to go make some tea and eat some scones and find my slippers.

send soup people. magazines. ds games. and lots of sympathy to dear little pearly. weep weep.

xo

FYI pearly update

ok ok ok. so i fell of the blogasphere, but i am back. ask anyone here in philthy, i am clumsy. so no big. here is a list of what i am reading, listening to, and what movies i will be at:

i picked up echo by terry moore. i picked up the trade. anyhow, if you are a fan of strangers in paradise, then you will enjoy echo. it is about julie martin, a photographer out in the desert at the wrong place at the wrong time. moore captures the science of the atom power and human nature in a flowing, riveting storyline. i'm a fan and i think picking up the trade is worth it.

i watched clive barker's midnight meat train. barker is the OG of horror. come on, pinhead. pinhead. lead cenobite. anyhow, i digress. the title, midnight meat train is great. campy, but to the point. the movie itself. eh. granted, i spent most of it not wanting to eat any of my sausage pizza and hiding behind a pillow. also, note to self, watching a lovescene with my pa is the most uncomfortable thing in the world! this is a horror movie, why do we need a love scene?! anyhow, the movie is shot in ny. the premise is amusing. SPOILER ALERT do not read on if you plan on watching on this flick. go! go get a soda pop. go eat some chips. water that fern you have been neglecting. ok, are they gone? there is a monster in ny that needs to eat meat. so the last people on this midnight train have the pleasure of being the monster's meal. simple no? makes one not want to take or trust public transportation. i am looking forward to max payne. the game was awesum. but question, was i the only retard who didn't get as far into the game before all the gothy dark magic stuff happened? max payne has the potential to be a fun ride or flop. wahlberg is not someone i would cast as max payne, but perhaps i will be pleasantly surprised. i am awaiting for this movie to open up. quarantine. i am all about a zombie-esque flick. i did not make it out to see this one yet. for some reason, i think the movie would have been more of a success if they made the film interactive. for instance, if we all had guns we could reload to the side and watch the movie and shot the zombies, think house of the dead. just a thought.

right now, i am sipping hot apple cider and listening to the carter family music. i adore mountain music and pure country music. i don't even mind the religious themes because the story and the feeling behind the music surpasses it all for me. my perfect day? right now drinking my cider with the carter family playing on the turntable and a pile of unopened comic books.

i love the smell of new books.