anthony and i spent the afternoon in an anechoic chamber, which basically means absolutely no echo.
it was eerie – what i imagine purgatory would sound like
or while falling through a portal to another dimension.
remember that one time i missed out on the reception at the palace
because i got food poisoning from raw oysters and ended up stuck in my hotel room all night
because i didn’t want to accidentally poop myself in front of royalty?
yeah, i do. because it’s happening right now.
fergus says, “how did a lowly peasant like you get invited to the palace?”
before moving to london in 2013,
my friends and i would compete annually against other teams around the world in the 72-hour film shootout.
72 hours to write, produce, shoot, edit… make a five-minute film based on a common theme,
which, if you know anything about filmmaking, is pretty absurd
and you have to be a little crazy to attempt such a feat.
so now i’m back and our goal remains the same:
make each other laugh, hopefully make audiences laugh.
our little comedy placed 2nd.
i was just happy it actually made it into aaiff (asian american international film festival)
and we got to see it on the big screen. :)
corey and i got inked this 4th of july weekend. the amen break.
i have the first two bars, corey has the last two.
because our 16-year friendship all started with the mutual obsession of this drum loop.
been wandering around foreign countries for the past couple years
and now that i’m home,
i’ve been doing all the little things i’ve taken for granted,
like checking out new restaurants with my funny friends,
movie nights in the park,
summery late evening walks through lower manhattan
and amazing live shows at intimate venues.
i got to see born ruffians, one of my favourite bands, perform the anthem to my entire last year of london.
“away, away, a way to always belong. belong, belong, won’t be long until i am gone.”