My father has an aquarium that he keeps in the basement of our house. I rarely go to the basement; I fed the fish for the first time last week.
In the same basement is a small liquor collection. My father placed a long table by the shelf and named this spot his “mini bar.” Nobody, not even my father, drinks by the mini bar.
In my room is a desk cluttered with unread books, soiled tissues, and empty beer bottles. The beer tastes like glorified piss, but I drink it nonetheless.
Many months ago I saw these dolls perched on top of a shelf in a well-lit thrift store. My mind pendulum-ed between are those Rococo dresses and should I write a poem.
I got an internship out of town last summer and I didn’t know anyone in the city. I often went to brunch on my own. This unagi dish was bland and the eel tasted like paper with a wisp of salt and pepper.
I used to walk around downtown after work in search for quiet Vietnamese places. I was alone, of course, but the tea was always fragrant and warm.
Whenever I ran out of things to do I read blogs, I watched old volleyball videos, and I took pictures of my long hair that always looked disheveled no matter what I did.
Another summer brunch, another lonesome meal. This one was taken at a Korean cafe that served, um, “white people food.”
I craved soup one evening and watched Grey’s Anatomy while savoring tofu jjigae. The side dishes were good too, the bean sprouts more so than the kimchi.
It was beautiful, that city. Maybe one day I will be able to call it home.
The title of this post is a quote from Susan Sontag’s On Photography. All photos were taken using the Huji app; the captions were written a few weeks back.
sure. wait. what? 
hmmmmmm….
“white people food” lol
what is disturbing: you know what “white people food” is, you know what “paper with a wisp of salt and pepper.” tastes like.
but the most disturbing thing is…you know what “glorified piss,” is and how it tastes!!!!!
hahahahahahahahahhaaaaaaa
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The “white people food” I was referring to was bread and eggs and some sort of meat (like sausage or bacon) for breakfast. I don’t think South Koreans and Asians, in general, serve those for breakfast.
Glorified piss — um, yea, bad beer tastes like weewee. 😂
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oh i had a good idea what you meant by “white people food.” it just made me laugh.
it still disturbs me you know what “weewee” tastes like. roflmao
thanks for the chuckles
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How does one run out of things to do these days? Or is just that a manner of speaking?
And do you listen to latter-day Rivermaya, in spite of everything?
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When I get tired of facing my computer or using my phone, when there are no urgent tasks to complete, when I have no reason to leave the house because I have no friends to hang with — ‘ayun, I run out of things to do. #sadlyf hahaha.
Yes, nakikinig pa rin ako sa ‘Maya, including their later releases. Ikaw ba? Kinalimutan mo na sila post-Blanco?
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I see. I don’t get tired of facing my computer e haha.
No, actually mas alam ko pa ata ‘yung albums nila post-Blanco. ‘Yung ‘Buhay’ (2008) kasi ‘yung first Rivermaya CD ko. I listened a lot to that, and ‘yung ‘Closest Thing to Heaven’. Basically the Jason Fernandez years haha. I skipped ‘yung Makabanda ba ‘yun but I found their new release with Azarcon interesting. ‘Yung may random song about a Polish social worker.
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Great photos and descriptions especially the one of the goldfish which I love as I have goldfish myself. I’m following your blog now so please follow mine too!
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