Saturday, April 19, 2008

we sing the same tune yo.

PART ONE:



above: jean strimpton in nyc.


PART TWO:
so we were in hong kong and there was this cool mtv that got me transfixed - have i talked about this before, i can't recall - and then i was doing a regular run where the radio was playing the british charts count down and number one was this super funky song with all the right grooves and i thought hard and i thought, eureka, that's the song with the mesmerising mtv back in hong kong and i mentioned to my boyfriend in the car one day soon after about this delicious song i heard and i mentioned 'american boy' and it was, eureka for him too because a few days ago whilst out on a regular date he was searching the cd shops for this song he heard on radio that was awesome groovy and he couldn't recall the title and when i mentioned it, it was spot on.

Estelle feat Kanye West - American Boy

very very nice song.


PART THREE:

shall we go for dinner today, my boyfriend asked this morning and i said the answer is, yes. and so i looked foward to six thirty and my lovely boyfriend texted me that he was waiting downstairs and i washed my tea cup switched off my computer said byebye to lovely friends and scrambled down five stories in an archaic vertical corridor of concrete steps out of the door and into the car door and my sweet boyfriend hands me some korean candy - korean colleague brought this back from korea and i knew you'd like it - and i have one candy and it is indeed lovely and we drove to town - where do you wanna eat, anything but north indian food cos -, cos he had that for lunch and we decided to chill at border's bistro where we had regular food - by that i mean food that wasn't disgusting but food that wasn't praiseworthy either - and the nice thing was chilling under the tree with bent branches outside a big bookshop watching things happen - are you chill, i ask him and he said ya. and it was not too warm. and we sauntered and looked at things around town and we made our way back to the car park and he delivered me to my door step and in the car we listened to the rest of the estelle album.

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