Dreamgirl

I had a dream last night about a girl. I can't remember exactly what she looked like other than the fact that she was some kind of asian or asian mix. Anyway for one reason or another we were lying down together, face to face and she says...

"you looked really good in your green suit"

Now, the last time I'd worn this suit in real life was to a St. Patrick's day party a year ago and from what I recall, none of those in attendance were asian. Moving on though, i replied with...

"thanks"

And she said,

"no really, I liked it alot so I got you something to go with it"

So she reached behind her and pulled this out...



Yeah, the mask from the mask. I laughed and she kissed me. It was perfect. AND I CAN'T REMEMBER HER NAME. It was in two parts, like Bai Ling or Ming na (yeah, i know those are first and last names) and I think I actually knew a girl who had the same name in grade school, but for some reason it escapes me. I think it was something like Na Young...? The bottom line here is she was hot and she kissed me.

A trippy little sidenote though, after the kiss I woke up and looked for her talking to all these random and not so random people who for some reason knew who I was talking about. Did this really happen you ask? Nope, it was literally a dream within a dream.

I don't know whether that makes me awesome for having a level of subconscious that transcends the confines of a linear dreamscape or quantum pathetic for having to dream about landing a girl in my dreams.

You decide.



Also I saw some Tibetan monks shopping for CD-Rs and CD-RWs yesterday at Office Depot. I found that to be highly amusing for some reason.

American TV's finest

...comes from Scotland. Applause from the cheap seats and beyond for Mr. Craig Ferguson, 15 years sober and with a conscience to boot.



Bravo.

Ash Wednesday and some change

Ok. It's that time again. The Ashes have been spread and now I'm back in that place again. This year I think will be a particular challenge because not only is the air in this city saturated with the scent of delicious (and yet, off limits) food and other vices I've sworn off, but my live-in cousins aren't making the same sacrifices I am. The way I'm used to it, my family would give up the same things so we could keep them out of the house but I have a funky feeling the alcohol and the meat and sweets and porn will not be kept out of reach for my new household. Oh well, this is how it is now right?

My first inclination is to complain, but I get views like this...


and sunsets like these...


so I really can't say anything. Except the mornings are particularly hard without coffee, myspace, or um...other self-indulgent activities.


Other random occurances in the past few days:

Size what?
I was hanging out with my nephews in the gym of a hotel their family was stayin at for teh weekend and they burned themselves out on the treadmills in like 5 minutes. So they sat there staring at my feet while I was on it and one of them says,

"you have big feet nelson! What size shoe are you?"

and before I could answer the other one chimed in with,

"I know! I know! Size FAT!"



Hoodrat?
Last wednesday, on valentine's day I went to meet two of my female cousins to give them their valentines. They decided we should meet at the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut by their school cuz they were hungry so I rolled out and arrived there first. I noticed that the girl working the counter at the Taco Bell was particularly cute. Black, short hair, cute face...I dont know, I just thougth she was attractive.

Anyway, when the girls got there they ordered their food and we sat outside and i mentioned the cute cashier to them. They both just kinda smiled and said "hey yeah, why don't you go talk to her...she's from woodbridge you know?" That kinda floored me. So, being valentine's day and all, I thought why not run some of my lamegame on this girl from the neighborhood?

I went back up and ordered something and brought up the fact that she was from hoodbridge (she laughed, so i think she got it) and got rushed out because of the growing line behind me that didn't care for my flirting. When I went back outside my cousins asked me what I thought, I told them "she was nice, still got the urban accent, and kinda a throaty voice". At that point they burst out laughing.

"what's so funny?"

"She's a lesbian, her military girlfriend also likes her throaty voice."

"oh."

I ran my useless valentine's game on a tacobell lesbian from woodbridge.



Davina
This past monday after the successful Apple interview I decided to celebrate by getting a cup of coffee (starbucks was the only thing open in the mall at that hour). When I was ordering the girl behind the counter asked said "ok Nelson, is there anything else I can get you?"

And I was a little taken back by that because i was paying cash so there's no way she should've known my name. So I gracefully said something along the lines of "whabaHUH?!"

She pointed out my customized (green crayola) nametag that i neglected to remove from my interview which I subsequently ripped off my shirt as quickly as possible. She laughed and said "that's ok, my name is DA-VEE-NAH so we're even."

This girl was flirting with me. Now that really doesn't happen too often so, in my mind, there were 2 ways to approach this particular situation:

1) Keep my mouth shut and my head down and complete our financial transaction as swiftly as possible....or
2) Say something cool

Because I am an idiot, I opted for coolness and in my best Bond said to her, "Better make that a double".

What's cool about that? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. What did it get me? A hyperactive tapping left foot that almost wore a size FAT hole through my cousins car that I happened to be driving that day.




Honolulu Hookah


This was a verrry good day.


All smiles aside though, this made me miss home and all my friends. I sat there on the balcony floor alone with a glass of red wine, smoking the shisha and looking through a little photo album nadiya made for me by candlelight. The only things missing were some rose pedals and a violin otherwise I would've had a full on pity party.




Ghost Ridden

$15 I'll always regret. I paid because my little cousin wanted to watch it. I kinda wish I brought my ipod in there with me so I could've listened to the first couple chapters of an audio book a former coworker gave me while watching nicholas cage's head burst into flames. I think it would've helped the movie along. In other news however...


Eva Mendes is ridiculously hot. There was a flashback sequence in the movie where it showed young Eva and she was insanely gorgeous too. I can't decide which one is hotter...






Pristigious disappointment


The Prestige. This came out right about the same time I left the country and by the time I got back it was already gone from theaters. I wanted to see it because it had the guy who brought life to Wolverine against the guy who brought life back to Batman showing down...as magicians. Magicians son!!!!! Throw in the already fairytail-ish Scarlett Johannsson (pictured below) along with the director of Batman Begins and there's no way to go wrong.



But I was wrong. They found a way. Indeed, even though this movie had everything and the proverbial bag of chips somehow there was still something missing. It wasn't even that the story was lackluster or that the acting was bad it just didn't...do it for me. And I realize that is not exactly proof positive of a bad movie. I'm not even sure I'm saying it's a bad movie, I guess I was just kinda disappointed. Like a kid waiting to unwrap that christmas present shaped like a bicycle and instead it turns out to be The Prestige.

I'm starting to think that I can't give a good movie review for anything I've seen lately, but I seriously believe the quality of films have taken some kind of nosedive in recent years. So what I'm saying is this isn't my fault. My commitment to the truth can't be denied.

And now, for an impromtu list of things that should be mine but aren't for some reason...





Everyone see that last one coming? I didn't *cough hopeless*

Moving on, this is quite possibly the longest and most pointless rant I've put in here so far. Certainly the most imagefilled, so hopefully it'll make for better viewing later on.

Also, I've given up myspace so this is all I got.

Love & Alohas kids!

Music and Lyrics

Meh.

Some decent lines in there but if it didn't go anywhere worth remembering. Drew Barrymore is really milking that "i'm the perfect girlfriend" thing she's had going since the Wedding Singer. In the same vein, i think Hugh Grant squeezed as much dry british wit into american cinema as humanly possible...13 years ago...in four weddings and a funeral. His bumbling british booty shaking talents were lost on me except for the fact that he represented one half of an 80s pop duo.

You know what, I partially retract my statement. If there was a memorable part of the movie it would be the whole 80s "pop" mockery/tribute.



WHAM!-ish and even a little Tears for Fears in there. Catchy yes/no?


2.5/4 stars

I'm just glad Cindy paid for my ticket = )

a Dream within a Dream

I don't know whether it's the lack of sleep or the fact that i've been out of work for the last 4.5 months but everything about life over here is starting blur together like a weird dream. The quote my headline derives from is from an Edgar Allen Poe poem:

"all we see or seem is but a dream within a dream"

It's been four and a half months and this stuff still doesn't seem real to me. My parents are in another country, my cousin is the popular one and i'm living out of a suitcase running a taxi service for all the working members of my 6 person household. I think i'm getting sick too which would suck right before lent starts.

A little anecdote from yesterday, i was driving one of my cousins around and she told me a joke, "did you hear about the anorexic atheist who refused to believe in dog?"

To which I replied, "Anorexic? Anorexia an eating disorder."

her: "It also means when you can't read words properly, anorexia man!"

me:


"You keep using that word. I do not think it means, what you think it means"

But of course my quick wit and flawless accent were lost on my audience so once i again i turn to the internets for solace.

It's 7:30 AM on valentine's day. I'm going back to sleep.

The dream continues.

The Importance of being Jim Lee

This man has been a hero of mine since I was in grade school. I'd throw it back to at least 1989. He's the talent that would keep me in awe and motivate me to pick up a pencil to try to follow in his outlines.

I give you Jim Lee


the man








the work








it comes in color too!






When I grow up, I wanna be like Jim Lee.

Learn more here and here .

Armageddon

Might as well call this nelson's movie review, but yeah...I was almost out of the door from this overcrowded apartment but my cousins were watching GODDAMN armageddon. I know this movie is just a testosterone fueled summer blockbuster but tell me what kind of robot doesn't tear up at the end...



I don't care if it's Ben Affleck, I'm not wrong to get saddened by this. I'm not.

Also, I hear there's a super-coldfront killing my friends on the east coast.



Man that's rough...in other news:



Hawaii is still pretty good.

Smokin Aces

Yeah, this was an incredible waste of a free movie pass.



They had some nice closeups of Alicia Keys getting dressed though.



But overall it went nowhere. All star cast and a pointless plot.


Good job hollywood.

Heels

So many women over here don't know how to walk in heels. The girl who just walked into this coffeeshop is stumbling around on her way to the counter. It's only 4:45 so I'm assuming she hasn't started drinking yet and she just can't handle mobility at the elevation she's achieved. And it's not just her I don't know whether doing it right is some kind of art form or the women here (mostly asian) are just really bad at it. Come to think of it, I only knew one girl who could do it gracefully back home. Maybe it is a lost art. Go figure.

Oh well, back to watching the local girls stumble around like elevated mummies.