2 posts tagged “atlantic city”
I've had a rough few days which could translate to a rough few months incoming. It's possibly the strangest, largest most consistent bad patch I've had in my short history. Addamski reminded me what I said about bad things and bad days. When they come in waves, it's a sign that good things are only going to come your way.
I call it the storm before the calm but then I used to enjoy playing in the rain more. Not so much now... but it doesn't hurt to get wet.
It's supposed to be Spring Break but I'm going to be loaded with work. Let's say about six projects of various sorts not including work.
I went to a psychic for a tarot card reading during my weekend at Atlantic City (where I fried and sautéed my brain). I'm still angry at myself for it because I'm definitely more carpe diem instead of carpe futura. She was pretty good on the most part but that's the thing, this ruins my coincidences and turns them into fate. I just screwed up my life events time clock. Other than the love life bladibla which I don't want to hear, she said I won't be going back to Malaysia to work or spend the rest of my life. Hell no. I'll have my fill of the world but I'm not permanently leaving until either I get exiled from that country or die. I have something to contribute and I want to fulfill that. It's not that I'm done traveling or that I can't stand being away from home but god... I miss the sun in Southeast Asia. You've never seen anything so beautiful.
When they were filming 'Memoirs of a Geisha', part of it was shot in
Japan then L.A. and the most beautiful thing was that the lighting
people had to figure out a way to replicate the Japanese sun. It looks
so different. I'm biased, I've lived in Asia for most my life but I
like it humid. I love the sweat, the spice, the smells, the flavours,
the way the sun is like a natural camera filter that visually warms
everything. Things are so dormant without bacterial infestations living
by the roadside like hobos to increase the oxygen cycle with the humans
and the trees. The dirt that gets under your nails from New York is so
inanimate and you never know where it's from but each time I come back
from the city, there they are. Trapped under my nails, so unappetising,
so estranged. As much love as I have to give for everywhere I go, nothing beats warm weather.
