crank that soulja boy.

01.
i was talking to daryl and i meant to describe something that has deliberate and elegant complexity, but i couldn't find the right word.

the word i was looking for was sophistication.

IMG_0207 by crazyangelblue.

02.
the young man's motorcycle was blaring soulja boy, which is not the best music one should listen to when stuck in traffic in the middle of a busy intersection. especially if the monday night traffic was so bad that one is already running late even though one actually started commuting earlier than usual.

i wanted to throw a refrigerator at him. (yuuuuuuuh!!! crank that soulja boy! and see the thing hitting him and his board shorts with pink flower prints.)

two intersections later, the track switched to an old sean paul single from early 2000s. talk about old dance music. man, the guy needed to get himself better taste in music. that, or a road side accident.

03.
the ex saw me reading a murakami haruki book while we were in a train the other day. i told him an officemate lent me her copy.

"when we were dating, there were murakami books all over my place," he said.

"i know." actually, there are still murakami books in his current apartment. "it's just that i only got the urge to reading him now."

maybe i'm prematurely judging him. maybe i'm not reading his best work. murakami haruki is a good writer. he could string words into a sentence that one wishes to suck on to indefinitely, like a delectable lollipop. (or at least the english translation reads that way.)

but the man sometimes grandstands. it's like he knows he's good and he flaunts it. or maybe it's the translation.

04.
a friend sent an SMS saying she read my name in a byline in a food magazine article. i didn't tell her they had a portion of an essay assignment i worte included in the mag, so it was mildly surprising that she contacted me about seeing my name.

the article combined portions of two essays from two people, both of which were about lugaw. it was mostly the other guy's essay, with one paragraph from me and that was the paragraph that i practically lifted from wikipedia.

"of all those original stuff that i wrote," i told daryl, "they decided to include that one paragraph that i mostly paraphrased."

the article also featured at least two food photographs that i styled, although that was an on-the-fly thing and i was not credited for it.

"i think it's depressing that they did that," daryl replied. "it means they're not interested in whatever original you had to say."

it does feel like a bit of a let down. or an april fools joke.