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.

autumn

autumn makes me want to daydream more. autumn is my favorite season. it makes me happy and sad at the same time. i start to miss boston and the new england foliage (and yes, even hearing people say "wicked retarded"). this is when people can sport wool scarves, burberry plaids, corduroy blazers, cute boots and everyone looks adorable in fall attire.

this past weekend i went apple picking. walking through the groves of apples trees, red delicious, winsap, golden delicious, the aroma of fallen apples, the smell of chestnuts roasting, cider being pressed, and pies being made. as i looked to see groves of trees for miles and miles, i decided to lay down on the grass underneath an apple tree and count clouds. it was this moment when i knew i was smiling, inside and out. sometimes, you get that one moment where everything just seems perfect because it is. i had it under this apple tree.

so folks, pearly's brunches are back on. i have mastered baking pears. mmmmm. baked pears with cinnamon. what can i say, i look good in an apron.

long lost pearly

sorry bloggers and my apologies to the bloggerverse. work has been insane. i mean mind spinning like a top insane.

anyhow, i'm back. cuter than ever.

ok, so why haven't i blogged about the dark knight yet? ok, no spoilers here since i do want peeps to see this flick. if you are up to speed then you know that i am a batman girl. read my blog post about superman v. batman. anyhow, i saw dark knight on imax. one must! i mean the film was shot for imax.

before going to see any major movie, i never read reviews, i never watch previews, etc. i go in to just see it. i hate going in tainted.

let's just say heath ledger's performance as the joker was superb. he made nicholson's performance look like a joke. if you are in the know, then you know that the joker is not a funny comical character in fact, quite the opposite. the joker is one the darkest characters in the world of dc comics. before going to see dark knight, i reread killing joke, by alan moore. here, you see how the joker started, a sad, tormented husband, and what happens to people who are put in bad choices and situations. so, back to the joker in the dark knight. i went in and did not know what to expect. heath ledger? i mean did we all see a knight's tale? come on. boy, was i surprised. his performance was brilliant. his story on how he got that "grin" and his timing. for this to be his last performance speaks bounds on his acting ability.

ok, christian bale. the batman voice of his is seriously getting on my nerves. like his alter ego is some messed up sex operator talk.

so for me, i suggest seeing the dark knight. go see it on imax. so will the next flick be the dark knight returns by frank miller???? omg. how much would that rule? i totally need to see old batman kick superman's ass.

i also saw wanted, another comic book turned into a hollywood flick. that review is for another day. :)

so i am back. send me some love people!

xo

funny side note, today some dude in the elevator wearing a fanny pack tried to pick me up. acid wash jean shorts. fanny pack filled with napkins. he was chugging a dr. pepper and managed in between burps to say to me, " you're pretty. real pretty." memo to you boys, fanny packs with a mullet. ironic. fanny packs with dr. pepper and used napkins. gross.