"Damn, I can't remember what he said, but I remember it was something important."
Laura gave me the Raised Eyebrow. "You can't remember? That was like, only ten minutes ago!"
I sighed. "I know, I know…"
Yeh-Yeh is what you call your grandfather, your father's father, in Cantonese. Ngeen-Ngeen is what you call your grandmother, your father's mother.
"Back in junior high, I dreamt I was an orange," Bonnie said. I regarded her with a tilt of my head and arch of my eyebrow. Then I thought: What is it like to be an orange?
"Speaking of fetishes, Kim has a fetish for butts," Matt stated plainly.
"What? I DO NOT!" Kim retorted, shooting him an evil glance.
"Tell them the story about the butt exhibit," Matt prodded. He leaned back in his chair and smirked.
"What's that noise?" asked Kathy. I followed her gaze up to the ceiling. The muffled sound of men's voices could be heard.
"Sounds like a bunch of guys up there," I answered.
What is maturity?
Realizing how uncommon maturity is can be a sobering thought, just like realizing how uncommon common sense is. This awareness is often coupled with the recognition that age and maturity share no mutual bonds.
Game? Do I have game, you ask? Amidst this club, this pounding music, these blinking lights?
No. I do not have game.
You wake up but aren't sure you want to get up. For half an hour you lay, debating the merits of the day. Finally, you push yourself up.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA