la chanceuse

I am watching my parents sleeping...
They are tired from our little weekend trip.

Just thinking of what people they met this weekend have said about them.
I'm fortunate and thankful to have them both.
May they be blessed with much more than what they've been given me~

渋谷

The transit strike started early this morning: no subway, no bus running.
Had to drag myself out of the coccoon -- I have been sleeping on the floor with layer of blankets since my parents arrived.
A chilly morning to start with only 22ﾟF.

Once stepped out from the building with The Beatles on the pod, it wasn't bad at all!
The air was crisp.
A brief power walk to the office.. Hey! Really!! Not bad at all!!
I even arrived a little sweaty!

Joined the crowd on the way home.
Literally, the whole city was on its foot, as crowded as Shibuya.
Glad to be a part of the work force once again!

9 jusqu'à 5

as simple as these:
I'll start on Monday.
The mohawk will have to wait for the 1st paycheck!

un doute

au pair de doute, NY ne me laissera pas aller~

The story went like this:
I decided to leave New York 2 months ago.
Right on my birthday I turned off my NY switch.
A week later I annouced it on my party.
No one would let me leave.. or maybe just 1.
Day-by-day as I went about, I noticed here and there how much I would miss the city and its folie~
Yesterday, I was feeling a little giddy.
Down to 95%.
Today, I had a job interview set up, 2 friends who would refer me around, and a very possible teaching assistant gig for next semester...

If I get the job tomorrow, I'm getting myself a fox fur mohawk!

la mer des sacs

Since my dad was still not over his jetlag yet, my mother decided to dig my room corner to corner.
When I got up this morning, I found her sitting in the kitchen floor doing this. uh-oh!

un jour merveilleux

seems like I am quite easy to please~

Received a couple of emails from here and there today.
Made me grin ear-to-ear each time I received one.

Anyway, my parents finally made it to New York.
Quite a long wait at the airport.
Oof! I hate waiting~
An hour later, I saw them looking for me and nothing else matter...
I was being impatient, so I just hugged my mom with a divider between us.
My dad didn't want to jam the line out, so he waited until he could parked his cart of suitcases.
I didn't understand why, but when I hugged my dad, I started sobbing in his arms...

Since my dad wasn't happy with the airline food -- mostly porky pork! I cooked a dinner for him.
He didn't seem to thrill to see steam veggies and broiled chicken with pilaf.
My mom reminded me, "Next time if you want to cook for him, make sure it is dry and crispy."
Oh-ho! Just wait til I get home.
He is going to trade his soul to the devil when I am in charge of the kitchen!
Dry and crispy are so passé.

sur l'étape

il y a quelque chose mieux m'attend,
la seule manière de découvrir est a laisser quelque chose que j'adore~

I heard about this gig awhile ago and received an invitation from Anat Fort.
Since I wouldn't make it to the real concert in Tel Aviv, I decided to cross the river to see her trio and the string sextet play at Puffin Cultural Forum.
The ride was a breeze.
Arrived 'fashionably late' as New Yorker's do, right in the middle of nowhere!
After walking to and fro for about 5 mins, I found the sign to the Forum -- right across the street from the bus stop, duh!

As I stepped in, I was saluted by the drums.
Made a quick stop at the ladies' room, then found a spot in the back corner.
The trio was amazing.
I was especially in love with the farmer sings to his field piece, beautiful!

Stepped outside on the break and returned some calls.
I wasn't expecting to socialize or.. maybe just avoiding somebody.
Alas! He caught me on my way in.
So there we went.
Had a little chat and he was surprised that he was the last one to know about my "pilgrimage".

Sat down for the second session and had a lot of thought.
The sextet strings improvised radiantly.
When Ayelet came to stage and sang this amazing song in Hebrew, I thought of a lady in the past. If we were still in good terms, I would take her to see this concert. I was sure she would enjoy.

Tonite, there were so many feelings emerged that I didn't even know how to put them in words.
On the way out, my friend (still?) tucked my coat and hitched me a ride with the band.
Crossing the bridge, little lights of New York awaited in the distance.
I thought of how much I loved this city.. and how hard it would be to let go..

There were no more words that could come out...
Only tears I would not let shed...
I was glad it was dark~

wenn sie die anmerkung von November 15 lasen,
würden sie wissen, daß sie das erste waren...

un beau rêve

I woke up with an obsession over James Spader.
Made me think of an old friend who insisted he didn't look like him.
I wonder how he is doing these days.

Don't ask me why.
I'm only a cat with a little brain~

au creperie

Had a dinner with Winnie.
It had been a while since I saw her the last time -- a year ago?
Anyway, we had a long chat at a nearby creperie.
She was still funny and sweet as I remembered...