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Fobbiatches!
[4.24.03] Clara, left, and Jina, right, are actually not that fobby, and they come from fairly white towns. But to a passerby, these two, along with their bald, slanty-eyed photographer, may as well have been Japanese tourists visiting Morningside for the first time. But instead of St. Marks Pl. as our next stop, we were on our way to 32nd St. for a meeting with some political group. |
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Peter's Park
[3.23.03] There used to be a time when we all called it Andy's park. He didn't have to do anything to "own" it - the park was named after him because of the mere fact that he lived the closest out of all our friends. Then I moved a few blocks away from the park, and I had an idea one day that I should play for the naming rights of the park. I challenged Andy to a one-on-one game and usurped the park easily. It's been my park for quite a while now, and on Sunday, I gave Andy a little reminder that I still owned the park. |
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Amsterdam Catwalk
[3.02.03] There's always an element of excitement when Warren comes to town, even if his stay is for just a few hours on a rainy Sunday. To help celebrate my 20th birthday, Warren, me and Grace had some Italian food and took an extended walk back on Amsterdam Ave., posing for pictures as if we belonged on billboards. |
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A Personal Buzz
[3.01.03] For the second year in a row now, I celebrated my birthday a few days early with my parents in the back of their store on a Saturday afternoon. My mom presented me with a delicatedly prepared Korean lunch, courtesy of my grandma's laborious efforts. My parents sang me a birthday duet as I blew out the candles, wishing all moments could be this happy. Twenty years old. And not to sound like a girl or anything, but the card they got me was unbelievably cute. |
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More Than Night
[2.19.03] In my Film Noir class, the professor showed us slides of paintings that affected or were affected by the noir-type films of the 1940s. The painting that struck me most was Edward Hopper's Nighthawks (painted in New York, 1942). The empty streets and the diner scene gave me an eerie, yet very relaxing feeling. The lighting is just phenomenal, especially on the guy who is alone by himself. I bet he's really jaded and has the most indifferent look you can imagine. I can see my life imitating such art in the near future. |
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Who's the One Living His Fantasy?
[2.14.03] Single, male, living in New York - and there are two of them. Not to mention it's at a restaurant only a few blocks away from the Village area. But can you tell who was living his dream that evening over a romantic Valentine's Day dinner? Harry, please put your hands where they can be seen. |
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The Return to Familiarity
[1.24.03] Back at school and surrounded again by the faces that you swore you were getting sick of at the end of last semester (just kidding!), it was quite refreshing to see everyone gathered again - this time for a B-day/Farewell party for Momo and Tammy, respectively at Gemini Lounge. This photo is courtesy of the eternal tourist and supercool suitemate Cici with appearances by (from right) herself, Face, me, and Jeff. Good times ahead (I hope)! |
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If Only I Had a Pair of Skates
[1.19.03] One last look at the frozen Charles River from the Boston side, atop the roof at Warren's frat house, LCA. |
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