tattooooooooo

i hate to show off, but i love my new tattoo!

Cris says

Cris: i don’t know about that tattoo…
Me: why?
Cris: i always believe the only scar a woman could allow herself to have on her body is…
Me: in her heart?
Cris: no silly, from her acne!
Me: …

old/new posts… LOL

Monday, February 28, 2005

Dialogue of the week at Da Marino:
boss: “see that girl sitting over there, i am gonna hit on her.”
my boss walks over to the two pretty girls who just ordered.
boss: “do you know i am the owner of this restaurant?”
girl: “yah i do, Pascuale! you know my boyfriend!”
boss give them two glasses of chianti on the house and came back.
me try not the laugh: “you know her boyfriend?”
boss thinks
boss: “oh yah! he is the one that sells me weed!”

Monday, March 26, 2007

boss runs toward the window: woooooooowwwwwww!!!
everyone alerts.
boss: i just saw my future ex-wife!!!!!
everyone:………………….

Pure Jay Hotness

Soho Room

the lil corner spot in Soho i bartend. from 203spring to soho room, not much has changed.

Soho Room aka 203 Spring

namesake

gosh i have so many names! i even have RSVP names made-up! speaking of identity crisis. lol. let’s hope the movie would do my soul good!

and #1news from last night, Steve went to Juilliard and studied classical music, OPERA?! Ayesha i think the next thing they are gonna have a Waltz party at Bobs.

love

maybe love was a bird born without legs. it could only fly and fly, and slept in the wind when it was tired. it only landed once in your life, and that was when it died.

a night…

The storm came on time, I thought to myself, staring at the darkness breaking into pieces, slashing across the windows of Chloe’s living room.

A candle shimmered in the darkness, slightly scented with spices. I couldn’t hear her in the bedroom and I rather didn’t. She was being a dramatic child, outraged eyes glimmering with sadness, accusing me of something we both knew long time ago. I had a girlfriend, a very simple and lovely girlfriend who would never write love poems with made-up words or quote Oscar Wilde while fixing suspicious liquid drinks.

Now the door was slammed open. I didn’t turn around, but I could feel Chloe’s glare. She asked me to leave again, with slight breathy catch in her voice and I wondered if she cried, like she would do so often in every occasion. See, Chloe was my friend from the beginning, and we never have to be romantic to enjoy each other. My life was wild when she was around, and every time she did her angry or disappearance acts, I was always close to calling it quit but somehow, never did. Until now she was clearly asking me to choose, with a stoic expression and a cigarette burning between her fingers watching the deadly silence stretched. I slowly walked towards her. Her fingers trembled when they hit the switch. Darkness fell as I swallowed thickly, letting words forming on their own.

“You know I want you, and I can never leave her. If you don’t want to see me anymore, you have to leave.”

Chloe didn’t move. She stood between my body and the wall. The smoke slowly drifted over our faces as she put the cigarette between my lips. I inhaled and for just a moment, I was terrified of what she might say. Then she shook her head and pulled me tightly against her, letting out a ragged breath.

before the Columbia interview…

unlike my messed-up Tisch interview, I thought maybe I should at least get in the film mindset by reading scripts of my top 10 favorite films of all time. so here I go:

1. Happy Together
2. Chungking Express
3. In the Mood for Love
4. The Crying Game
5. Interview with the Vampire
6. Amelie
7. Days of Being Wild
8. Pinero
9. Fellini’s Casanova
10. Il Postino

pain

this morning before I went to bed I felt strange tightness on my left back where the heart is. I ignored it and fell asleep. Around 5am I woke up with waves of pain so close to the heart it scared me to tears. When I took a deep breath, my left back and shoulder hurt to a point I could feel my neck tense and cold sweat all over my body. No, I thought to myself, I can’t be having a heart attack, that would be the funniest thing ever, and I couldnt call my mom cuz she has been believing that I was born with a heart problem since… well, the day I was born. Whatever origin of this pain come from it stayed until this very moment, I thought how ironic it is that I have my Columbia interview tomorrow. Instead of drunk on mimosas, I would be tipsy over painkillers. I hate hospitals, but it’s probably wise to check it out…

not a sexy situation.