Archive for August, 2011
It’s funny how.. just as you start walking down a different road, and you want to turn around to say goodbye.. to anyone really.. but you realize everyone else has packed their bags and left too. And you give a half wave to nobody… But nobody really ever has a chance to say goodbye to each other anyways.
I made a second trip to Boston last weekend. What did I do?
Stayed in an MIT frat house hahaha, which was actually pretty cosy.
Lobster sandwich… I would go back just for more lobster!
Revisited MIT and Harvard and got better acquainted with the city of Boston + Cambridge
Realized that Harvard’s business school and Kennedy school have a much prettier campus than the ugly undergrad one
Picked up a lot of stories regarding MIT/Caltech/Harvard rivalry and history
Reconnected with some Malaysians
Learned a new board game
Missed NYC all over again
too many questions I want to ask you
too many; awakenings contracting
smells of memories, impeding my steps
submerging regrets
that I can only in turn regret.
This whirl of feelings
like a storm of coffee
in a cup; fragrance lifting
flashes abating, throat choking
on dreams I float in, when I walk my reality
and feel your shadow haunting
your soul tracing, hunting…
embracing; fading…
Yeah, title above is Atlantic City’s official slogan. Always turned on…. HA HA HA. It works on many other levels too I guess, since ppl just call it AC.
Anyhoooo… you ain’t ever gonna guess who we saw at AC.
We saw…..
Matthew Morrison!! =D
Which was a huge and pleasant surprise seeing that we were actually there to watch the concert of……. NKOTBSB (WTF TO THE MAX!)
Fine…. It was an interesting experience I guess, since everybody there was above 40 and a woman (cept a few guys, aka TL and Howie). And they were screaming their heads off. And they knew ALL the lyrics to ALL the songs. It was crazy….. it was a full house that night. Never again to a boy band concert man. We were literally ready to go deaf after the concert.
You really need to be 21 in America…. I really need to be… We all really need a…………. fake.
of human bondage 