The beautiful beautiful northwest. Shiny and bright. Green and fresh. Hot and humid. Beautiful.

I’m back up here for my usual usuals of visiting family and what not. Just up for the holidays since I won’t be coming up for the wedding(s) that will take place later this summer. I’m showing my face now.

Sitting at this drug dispenser and sipping on my other usual and just jotting down my thoughts and my ramblings.

I haven’t done this in a while, so it seems. I’ve just been busy busy as of late. Lazy busy.

So far the trip has been nice. It’s been pretty much filled with things so far, which is good.

Today is the 4th, and yet I don’t know what the plan is. Tomorrow, there’s a plan. Monday, I’ll wing something, but today, the 4th, no idea.

I’m finding it difficult getting into a steady grove and rhythm here, so I’ll just wing it as my slow tired mind tries to pick things up. Maybe the caffeine will help.

For the most part, things started out really well. Things are still going well. I welcome the nice and restful peace of don’t know what is planned.

The drive to Portland was uneventful, but I had a great time catching up with some coworkers down in the Portland office. Just sitting, bullshitting, and catching up. My kind of thing.

Then it was off to see Julie and the kids. The kids were great as usual, though they did have their lil’ hissy fits, especially Emerson. Hissy fit central right there. It’s not that they are spoiled, I don’t think, but it’s just the lack of understanding and the selfishness of kids. But it is very cute that Mason is calling Emerson “bad” for crying. A lil’ too cute.

But it was also nice to just chat with Julie and catch up on things. Family drama, family business, and just what is happening in general. We kept if mostly to everyone but me, besides the general and that is nice. I can’t complain.

Not bad at all.

The next day was a light day, for it was only a dinner. That too was nice, catching up with my younger cousins. Just talking and bullshitting as usual, catching up and what not. It was all right. Can’t complain, since I haven’t seen some of them since before I moved down to Los Angeles. But strangely, many believed that i was going to actually move up or that I was moving up. Don’t know where that rumor started, but I set them straight that it was more that if I have to move up, I would be okay with it.

Yeah, this blog is just ugh, as I still struggle to figure something out, to catch that groove that just slips and sails and falls away from my brainy brain grasp.

The best day so far, the long day so far was the trip to Richmond/Vancouver BC. It was excellent. A long long day as we went about and just get a feel, see Vancouver and experience the magic that is Richmond.

Went to Kirin restaurant for some dim sum. THE BEST DIM SUM I HAD IN OVER 10 YEARS IF NOT MY LIFE. Wow.

Wow just doesn’t do it justice. The Sui Mai, the Har Gow, the braised stomach and tendons, EVERYTHING was just wow. The jumbo bitefuls of shrimp in the Har Gow with no fillers. The shrimp and fat meat in the Sui Mai. The just well balance of crispy mein and glossy sauce that is just at the right texture, not too thick, not too thin. Just perfect.

Awww, food. I love food. I can move anywhere that just have great food. I can totally move to Richmond and be okay with it.

But then we had quite a few hours to spend before the Tai Pai Dong, or the Richmond Summer Night Market. So, we went to a few places that Hien’s friend recommends and others that Delicate Flower did. We passed the time and ventured out to Chinatown in Vancouver also.

But then the night market. It was cool. Just a bunch of local vendors coming up and pitching up tents and sell their stuff. A Bite of Richmond slash artist festival and swap meet type thing. Very interesting.

Lots of good food. One really can’t go wrong with meat on a stick. You really can’t.

It was a long long day yesterday, but it was a great day of just doing things and hanging out with my brother and mother.

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Sigh. Finally finished. Finally done. Turned in and let it hang.

In the Light is done. No more working on it or putting it off. It actually didn’t turn out that bad actually. Not that it’s that good to begin with because it was just a thrown together script, but technically it’s not bad for what it was.

I just finished it. Tired of putting it off. Stayed up and put in the work, the time, the effort and it got done.

Scott and Rutledge said it wasn’t that bad. The sound work was good.

Now, like Scott said, we just have to put all of my skills and the good things that I did for each short together and make a really good one.

APS just got rejected by the San Diego Asian Film Festival.

Eh..

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Love Me or Him

Patiently waiting, knowing me and my quirks, nothing is going to happen.

Not sure what my royally confused mind is going to do or what, all I can do is just silently and patiently wait. There is nothing that I can do. Nothing at all.

I just don’t know what it is, as pressure pressure is running on a low wave length that I do pick up but isn’t overt enough to warrant a discussion. Just a simple acknowledge and ignore suffices.

There is nothing I can do right now and that is that. I just don’t know what I want. Nothing at all.

Wait and experience and go through the daily things that I do go through and need to see and feel and just be and things will eventually go there as this general mass confusion of mine will just subside and come to a point.

A Point.

What is that point, I don’t know. Future is too murky for me to see. Just a silver haze of I don’t know, but I’m being optimistic.

Something will happen.

I had it set in my head already as I already told him. When I get a chance I will take that step on London Bridges.

And surely it happened. I totally didn’t expect it nor was it actually planned out as that, but it happened.

Just a simple passing. The formalities are given and out of the way but things seem to stay in the air. Maybe her spidey senses felt something and warned her something was up.

Out of the corner of my eye I see her stop and turn as I continue to where it is I was going to go. More formalities and I ask, but she’s busy. Next week and it is on.

Simple.

No pressure, nothing awkward, just what the what and it felt right.

No expectations and nothing nothing but just flowing with the flow of the current that directs my life. A whim of fancy.
‘O rest my fickle heart
Beating for the novel
Settle and steady
Pound as things turn
To the familiar and mundane
Palpitate then and I will know
My heart beats for life
But there is no one, nothing that makes my heart beat the beat but me and my delusions.

Just things in my head as I live out fantasy over fantasy again and again coming to the same conclusion that I’m a work in progress, working to fix the things that are majorly broken.