Being an adult means wearing shoes that need their laces tied every morning.

Congratulations to my good friends Susy and Ricky for their upcoming bundle of joy!

It was great to catch up with them over lunch at Marta.

"'Vascularity is the new six-pack,' says Elias Carmelo, a personal trainer and model in New York City, who says that making his veins pop is his top priority before a photo shoot. The most essential is the cephalic, which runs along the forearm and biceps from the write to mid-shoulder---a beating indicator that a tank-top or tight-tee wearer is in shape everywhere else. 'When you can see that vein, you think, Wow, that guy's pretty fit,' Carmelo says."

From the March 17, 2015 Details.com story, How Veins Became the New Six Pack, by Kayleen Schaefer.

Clear and brisk skies in Sunnyside, Queens, last weekend.

Today's weather in New York seemed like the first time in the entire year to hit over 60 degrees. Even though it was dreary, rainy, and somewhat humid out, it was still nice to go outside and not be freezing cold.

My work is located on 25th Street near the Flatiron Building. I'm lucky that I sit by a window, and was able to crack it open today to get some air circulating into the office because the temperature and humidity from outside had it feeling stuffy. It was after 3 o'clock when some coworkers and I noticed a smell of something burning. It definitely wasn't coming from anywhere in our office, and we realized the odor was being wafted in through the open window.

It was soon after when we all learned about the building explosion in the East Village on 2nd Avenue and 7th Street. Watching it unfold in realtime through news outlets, blogs and social media was engrossing, considering how many countless times I've walked down that block in my life. And I couldn't believe that the smell from the fire was so potent and strong even from my office, forcing us to close the window at some point.

It's crazy how such damaging and life-changing results can happen in an instant. My thoughts and prayers go out to those who were hurt and are still missing because of this terrible event.

"Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves."

Said by Angela Chase in the show My So Called Life. Season 1, Episode 5.

Alone.

Lonely.

Longing.

Belong.

To nothing.

Happiness is...

...waking up another day to try again and figure it all out.

Anytime I catch myself overthinking something nowadays, I try to stop immediately to focus on something more tangible. This oddly seems to happen a lot while I'm using the bathroom, and results in me staring directly at tiles on the wall to study all its overlooked details.

It's funny how the concept of overthinking is not something I ever fully grasped until about a year or so ago, but now it crosses my mind a few times a day when I catch myself starting to ponder about random things. It's been really useful actually, because it helps put me at ease at times and takes the edge off my anxiety. Being able to do this has allowed me to just approach things differently, and I like it. If an old boss had never started to jokingly use this term about me at work, I'd probably be going through the same mental cycles about everything constantly throughout the day. It's nice to be able to turn the volume down a notch.

When I read back on some of the content of my old entries here, it's like woah okay my mind is really just going off tangent. The feeling is both funny and sometimes gratifying because I can recognize that while I still have a gazillion things to work on, this is one thing that I feel I've grown and improved upon.

Woot woot, 32. Life is great.

Dear Failure,

Thank you for all that you've taught me.

best,
thwany

Today's date is 3... 2... 1... INSOMNIA.

I feel so restless right now. It's past 5am and I can just tell that I won't be falling asleep anytime soon.

However, thankfully it's technically the weekend right now, so worrying about waking up on time for work in the morning is not a problem.

My roommate has to be at work by 7am, so I'm thinking that I'll go out into the living room when he starts getting ready for work and I can just eventually pass out on the couch with the television on in the background.

Wow, what a productive way to start the weekend.

"Officials at the authority, which is run by the state, acknowledge that delays have grown and point to a 110-year-old system that is working to accommodate a record six million riders a day."

From the March 19, 2015, New York Times story, Crowds and Long Delays Fray Subway System and Riders' Nerves, written by Emma G. Fitzsimmons.

"I know you've been hurt,
by someone else. 
I can tell by the way,
you carry yourself."

From the song Take Care by Drake ft Rihanna.

You can't have it all.

"The New York Police Department has started using a detection system that pinpoints the location of gunfire and sends the information to law enforcement, the latest move to modernize the nation's largest police force, the department announced on Monday.

The system, called ShotSpotter, is used in several major cities. It works by installing sensors---basically, sensitive microphones---around an area to pick up sounds from the street that might be gunfire, and uses the sensors to locate where the shots were fired. It then sends the information to the Police Department. 

From the March 16, 2015, New York Times article, New York Police Begin Using ShotSpotter System to Detect Gunshots, written by Tatiana Schlossberg.

"So far away. But still so near."

From the song Dancing On My Own by Robyn.

A lot can happen in a week. It's all so great.

"'The idea that we'd be doing this'---she gestured toward the hotel's homey kitchen, where Ben, a chef, was baking bread for the evening's meal---'is one of those things that reminds you that life is crazy in the best of ways.'"

From the article All In The Family by David Amsden in the March 2015 issue of Condé Nast Traveler.

This was such a beautifully written story about two people who love each other. It made me so happy after reading it.

Chicago is such a great city. I went last weekend with my friends Junho and Judy to celebrate her birthday. Visiting for a long weekend getaway was really a nice break away from home, but vegging out on the couch right now at my place is equally fun. 

Thank you also to Christine and Ray for the hospitality. And happy birthday to Judy!

Here are just a few random pictures from our trip.

It was just a stupid fantasy.

"Just kidding---there's only one possible answer, and it is Cookie. She of the animal prints. She of the bitchy retort. She who cannot help but burst into any and every room uninvited. Cookies is everyone's favorite."

From the March 13, 2015, New York Times article "Cookie is an 'Empire' Builder for Fox" by Gilbert Cruz.

Happy Friday!

It's a crisp and chilly day here in New York City finally without any snow falling.

Eat something good for lunch. Listen to some pumping music to get you through work. Make fun plans with loved ones for the evening.

Enjoy your day.

"In the city, where walking is a way of life, keeping sidewalks clear in the winter is not merely a neighborhood course, it is also required under the law. Businesses, homeowners and others in charge of properties are given four hours from the time snow has stopped falling (longer if it ends at night) to clean the pavement."

From the March 3, 2105, New York Times story: With No One to Clear It, Ice Creates a Dangerous Passage. Written by Winnie Hu and Ken Schwencke.

"One of the original players,
From the HIMALAYA."

Said by the character Jerome in the sitcom, Martin. Season 2, Episode 7.

It's another snowy weekend here in Manhattan. 

It's amazing how really loving going to work in the morning changes your day.

"Porn, it had been said, is a driver of technology.

Pornography has spurred the adoption of most tech innovations of the last generation. It helped hasten the growth of VHS tapes, interactive CDs and DVDs, and pretty much the entire Internet."

From the February 25, 2015 NewYork Times article Strippers Go Undercover on Snapchat, by Nick Bilton.

I haven't been able to fall asleep before 3am for the past few months or so.

Oh sleep, why do you taunt me?

A different approach is all it needed.

Yo, Pasta!

What'sup?!

Don't just be kind to others. Be kind to yourself, too.

Even without the help of technology, the world is still small.

I went to Flushing a few weekends ago and took the 7 train there. The last stop of the E train in the city is near my place so taking that to 74th Street Jackson Heights was easy. Afterwards, when I was waiting on the 7 train platform to transfer, I noticed two guys standing not far from me because one of them was really tall. His brown jacket also helped make him memorable for some reason. I eventually continued on with what I was doing and forgot about them completely inside the rumbling 7 as I stood by the door's window to stare out.

It was about four hours later when I was back on the 7 train at Main Street to head home. I like to ride the second subway-car from the front whenever getting off the 74th street stop to go into the city. It's funny because after I exited the 7 and was heading to the staircase, I watched the same two guys from earlier step out of the first car of the subway in front of me. I immediately recognized the tall guy's brown coat and had myself a chuckle. As they were busy talking and not noticing me walking behind them, all I could think to myself were what are the odds.

But coincidences like that seem to pop-up every now and then, and it always reminds me of how connected we all truly are.

When my good friends Jenn and Daniel came to visit me while I was living in Korea years ago, my only English-speaking and American friend in Seoul was Hyunha. 

Hyunha had moved from the Tri-State area and arrived in Seoul after I did. She was living in Korea for the first time with her two daughters, who I was so happy to be able to meet as well. They were in grade school and attending international school to not only be submersed in Korean culture, but also spend quality time with their mom. Hyunha and I had met through a mutual friend from NYC, and we instantly hit it off. We had a lot of fun late nights of just talking and downing bottles of whiskey together as we traded stories and shared parts of our lives. 

It was soon after our first initial meeting in Korea that my friends Jenn and Daniel were coming to visit. Since moving to Seoul, I felt like I hadn't seen them in forever. We had also been roommates during my time in NYC before I left, and so my excitement to see them was boiling over. Their flight was scheduled to arrive at 5am, which left me no choice but to sleep at the airport that night. Back then, the only way to get to Incheon Airport from Seoul by public transportation was through an airport bus. These buses had multiple lines and picked-up from most places in Korea's capital city. The ride took about an hour, and the last buses usually scheduled to arrive at the airport were around midnight. 

When I picked a long bench inside the airport to sleep on, I only noticed maybe one or two other people also doing so. Surprisingly, none of the airport staff bothered us and we were all left alone as if we weren't there. I'm not sure if that night was an aberration, but there were multiple planes from JFK that all landed that night in Seoul around 5am. I got a spot at one of the many passenger arrival gates and watched as people strolled out one-by-one with luggage in tow. At one point as I stood there waiting, I noticed a certain man come out alone. His face immediately put me at alert, and I studied him carefully to be certain that I was thinking of the right person. 

The thing is, Hyunha might have not remembered it, but Korea wasn't the first time we crossed paths. I had seen her before in NYC many years back at a few house parties that our mutual friend threw. I can also recall seeing her with her husband, and he was the same man I had just seen walk out the airport gate alone. Running into him at the airport at that time was a complete shock to me. Because we had just met, I only knew in a general sense that Hyunha's husband at that time was coming into town. I had also just mentioned to her that some close friends from NYC were visiting, so neither of us ever thought there would be any sort of connection. 

I watched closely as he walked off to the side to make a phone call. I waited until after he hung up to approach him and say hi. He of course had no idea who I was because he didn't know my face, but eventually figured out what was going on. Soon after, my friends Jenn and Daniel arrived. When we ended up running into Hyunha's then husband later on, it was near a ticket stand for airport buses. The 3 of us had just learned that there were no buses for another hour and the lines of people waiting for them outside were getting long. That's why we were extremely grateful when he invited us to go with him back to Seoul in his taxi. He was in fact going to the neighborhood right next to where I lived and where my friends were also staying. The funniest part was when we were in the cab ride back and he called Hyunha to tell her what had happened.

A few months later when I eventually ended up leaving Korea (not by choice), I was waiting in the immigration line at Suvarnabhumi Airport to enter Thailand. I was there on a one-way ticket with what I planned to be a two-month stay since that's what my visa allotted. I was alone, on an extremely tight budget, didn't know anything about Thailand, and had no idea what I was going to do after exiting the airport. I remember the immigration area being very large and new. It's hard to recall what the reason was, but all of the stations were empty and the many rows of us in line had to wait for some time. I was fortunate to be first in the line all the way to the left and patiently stood with my immigration card in hand. My feelings anticipating that moment where someone would come and stamp my passport to send me into the unknown of Thailand was something I wasn't sure how to feel about.

That's when I heard a voice from behind me. "So, what kind of writer are you?"

On my immigration form, I wasn't sure how favorable "unemployed clueless loser" under occupation would sound. I was going to Thailand without any idea about anything, so I decided to put down "freelance writer" instead.

I turned around and saw a friendly looking guy. A part of it was funny because I could probably count on one hand the number of times in the past 6 months that I had had a conversation with a stranger in English, let alone an American. I told him I had studied writing in college and had worked in magazine publishing in NYC, on top of writing my own fiction on the side. He told me he was from Utah and worked in communications. He had currently moved to Vietnam for work and lived there with his wife. When he found out I had worked at an epicurean magazine, he mentioned that he had a friend who also worked at one. When he told me who it was, my jaw dropped because it was someone from my old job! This was someone who I not only had the pleasure of working with and getting to know, but also someone I respected immensely because they're such a great person.

The nice guy continued to tell me that when my former colleague went to Vietnam for their honeymoon, they had met up with him and his wife for dinner. This all happened during the time we still worked together at the magazine, and both of the couples had met through a mutual friend. Years later, after I had returned to NYC and was working in the office of a restaurant in TriBeCa, my old colleague came for dinner one night. I stopped in that evening to say hi, and it was was the first time we had both seen each other since I had left for Asia. Seeing them was great, and the amusing thing was that their dinner companion was the mutual friend who had introduced them to the man I met at Suvarnabhumi Airport.

Before I left Korea for Thailand, I spent a long period of time being unemployed and looking for work. Since I really needed to earn money, I eventually ended up taking this part-time bartending gig. This was an opportunity that came my way through a friend who had nothing to do with the food industry, it was just a right-place-in-the-right-time situation. The bar I worked at was actually a gay bar in one of Seoul's two major gay districts, Itaewon and Jongno. The area of my workplace, Jongno, was known to be quieter and more subdued than Itaewon, the other major gay neighborhood of the city.

The bar that I worked at happened to be named after this indie American movie with somewhat of a cult following. The film is funny with a sexual storyline and takes place in NYC. Some of the characters are gay, giving the movie a large LGBT fan base. That's the reason why the man who first opened the gay bar named it after the movie, because he was a super fan. When he eventually sold the bar to the owner who would become my boss, the name remained and continued to shine bright in the white sign above its third floor windows.

The gay bar wasn't too big, and my boss was always there. On busy weekend nights, there would be three of us behind the bar, the third being another bartender who worked there full-time. I normally never came out on slower weekdays except for when the full-time worker had a day off. It was an early weekday like that when this fateful encounter happened, and I remember it like yesterday. The bar was completely dead that night until I saw a straight couple open the door to come in and sit at the bar. Now what made them so different and caught my attention was that they weren't Korean, but that they were caucasian.

That might not sound like a big deal, but having two patrons like them casually come for a drink at a random gay bar in Jongno was like seeing two unicorns walk in---it just seemed non-existent. The better news was that not only were they American, but they were also from NYC! Since my boss didn't speak english, whenever anything needed to be communicated to tourists or english speaking non-Koreans, it was my job to attend to them and make conversation if they were sitting at the bar. After the couple sat down and started drinking, I ended up talking with them for hours. She was currently living in China with her boyfriend and working as a university professor at a law school. The two of them had come to Seoul for a short vacation and their hotel for the night was nearby. The fact that they were even staying in a hotel in Jongno was a first for me because even though it's well-known, it's also a very old part of the city with no major hotels, skyscrapers, or hoards of young people partying everywhere. It's known more for having lot of beautiful and traditional houses called hanoks, and being close to the Royal Palace.

When I asked how the two of them ended up choosing this bar to drink at, they said they didn't know where else to go. They had been looking for a place, and decided on us because they saw the name of the bar and not only liked it, but was also intrigued (the bar name also used to be commonly used as a pejorative term in American culture). That night with them ended up being really fun, and conversing with the both of them was a blast. Bartending at the gay bar was a great experience, but I often had shifts were I just felt frustrated and down about life, not understanding why I was having such a hard time finding a job I really wanted. That's why when they even graciously left me a really nice tip, it totally made my day because typically in Korean culture, tipping is not a norm at all. We exchanged emails and I thanked them again so much for coming in as they left later that night. Meeting them at work had been such a refreshing breath of air for me, and I was so humbled by how nice they were.

Less than five months later, I was living in Thailand and went to the capital of Laos for my first-ever visa run. This was after my first 2-month visa had expired, and I went to Vientiane to acquire a new one at the Thai embassy there. This was the closest and most affordable-to-get-to Thai embassy from Bangkok, and getting there required an overnight bus or train to Nong Khai before crossing over into Laos.

On my first and only day of the trip, I wandered around Vientiane as I waited for my passport and visa to get processed. At one point, I am walking on a street along a big road when I see the same American couple from that night at work in Seoul walking towards me. We immediately say hi, and even took a picture together because we couldn't believe our luck. Out of all of the places to be on the planet at that very moment, we somehow ended up at the same exact spot in Laos together.

Who knows, maybe we will all somehow cross paths again. Fate is a crazy thing.

"If you let me in,
Here's what I'll do.
I'll take care of you."

From the song Take Care by Drake featuring Rihanna.

Oh, what I would give to be swimming somewhere right now in warm and sunny weather.

Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll have a swimming-dream when I finally fall asleep sometime tonight.

"'And to have in a city of eight-and-a-half million people,' he went on, 'just think of it, to have 11, 12 days without a murder; we had a couple days in there, I think, where we didn't have any shootings or stabbings, either. So, it's just a reflection of just how safe the city has become.'"

From the February 13, 205 New York Times Article, "Breaking a Record, 11 Days Pass in New York City with No Killings." Written by Al Baker.

This morning when I was waiting at the Park Place subway platform to go to work, I saw a group of young students on a field trip. My guess is that they were in the 4th grade, and they all looked so happy as they excitedly walked in a single file. Seeing them was really a lovely way to start my day today.

Dear friends,

Please check out my latest story for VICE's food channel MUNCHIES: Makgeolli Is the Drink of Choice for Farmers, Korean Rappers, and Old People.

Thank you.

No two stories are the same.

Get it together!

A cold night in TriBeCa.

"The name's Cookie. Ask about me."

Said by the character Cookie in the show Empire. Season 1 Episode 5.

"I'm not on that now. I'm on something else."

Said by Amy Sedaris in her 4am tour of Greenwich Village on The Late Show With David Letterman. Air date May 14, 2004.

It's great that in New York City, good conversation can unexpectedly pop up at any moment.

Last Thursday night, I had gone out to dinner and drinks in the East Village. It was past midnight and the streets looked absolutely beautiful from the heavy snow that was falling and covering everything visible to the eye. I parted ways with my friend after they hopped into a taxi cab on 2nd Avenue first. I caught one for myself soon after, and my nice driver started making conversation with me.

"Are you Chinese?" he asked.

"No, I'm Korean-American," I responded a little buzzed and with a smile.

He then apologized for asking me what he did, and I told him it was fine and not a big deal. Then he began to share with me about all the times he's mistakenly been asked by his customers if he is Indian, and how he always had to tell them no he's from Bangladesh. He described how it sometimes hurt him deep in his soul when people made an assumption with their question. He beat his left chest with an open hand as he told me about how proud he was to be who he was, and where he was from. His wife and children were all still back in his home country, and his description about how much he missed them made me want to tell his family about the great father he was.

After I shut the yellow taxi door while in front of my apartment building, I stood there and watched the car slowly disappear into the snowy night. And I wished him all the best.

"I want to die in the place that I own."

Said by the character Lina in the show Married on FX. Season 1 episode 7.

It's the weekend!

And I am determined to not stay hibernating inside my apartment the entire time.

"She was damaged, and acknowledged it freely."

From the book Behind the Beautiful Forevers written by Katherine Boo. Page 72.

Comparing the timeline of your life to others is completely useless.

It's all in how it's captured.

"When I first started, I was helping with production. Because it was such a small company at that time, everybody had to do everything. Aside from me, there was a production manager, and a woman that cut all the samples by hand. When it came to shipping, even Anna was putting boxes together. After Anna did her first fashion show in fall 1991, the company got much bigger and Anna realized she needed to hire more people. She also realized that she needed somebody to help just her, so in 1992 she made me her assistant."

From the January 22, 2015 article from The Daily Front Row titled The Assistant Files, Vol. 62: Thomas Miller, Anna Sui.

Congrats to you, Thomas!

Saturday night at home.

"Look, Joe. If people thought about all the things that could happen, they'd never do anything."

Said by the character Corporal Joe Allen's father from the movie The Clock.

"Don't forget to thank me, baby. Don't forget to thank your Cookie on this historic occasion." 

Said by the character Cookie on the show Empire. Pilot episode.

It's funny that as I was just contemplating about if I should do this certain thing tomorrow, "A Gentleman's Honor" by Philip Glass starts playing from my music on random. It's like the right choice was so easy to see, but I was being lazy.

The solution to my extreme overthinking problem is to just not think about it.

It's going to be a good year.

The past week or so has been really cold in NYC. It makes walking the city by foot pretty much impossible, and I long for warm sunny weather.

About a year ago, I got on the subway one evening to go to this bar alone where some friends were throwing a party. Last winter was pretty brutal too in terms of the cold, and I remember this day being particularly miserable as well.

As I gripped a pole and stood in the shaky subway while it pulled out of Union Square, I noticed a friend named Anna Margaret sitting nearby bundled-up in many layers and with a bag of takeout food. We knew each other from working together at a restaurant in the East Village, and I probably hadn't seen her in close to 4 years. I immediately said hi, and it was so great to catch up with her for a bit. Then I told her that if she had no plans, she should come with me to where I was going because the people at the bar throwing the party had also worked at the same restaurant as us, so we all were friends.

That's when she responded with, "Tae, I'm old and cold," and proceeded to tell me about how excited she was go to home with her dinner in hand and stay inside in the comfort of warmth. Now, Anna Margaret is not someone I consider actually old because we're the same age. But when she said that to me, I completely understood what she meant and wished her a good night.

What she said, "old and cold," has really stuck with me since. I find it popping into my head a lot more nowadays. And in this winter's current New York deep freeze, I too feel too damn "old and cold" to do the many things I once really enjoyed.

Below are some pictures from my time living in Bangkok that I never posted. They were all taken while I was on the backseat of a motorcycle-taxi (motosai), and it brings me a little warmth to think about my days in tropical weather when this was the way I traveled around town.

"This is the number one rule for your set,
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets."

From the song Regrets by Jay Z.

This is not my life. It's my story.

Trippy like it's 1968 inside of 80 Wooster Street.

Fake it 'til you make it.

It won't always be like this.

Anytime I put off a task and tell myself I'll do it later or tomorrow, that's when the trouble always begins.

"Nevertheless, I hope that when I die, I will be writing or reading a book at my desk late one snowy night and I will simply put my head down and close my eyes forever. I want that to be the last image of me on this earth."

From the book, I'll Be Right There, by Kyung-Sook Shin. Page 16.

"Many gay men that I work with see their bodies through the lens of future attainments. By this I mean that they tolerate their current body because they hold the belied that in a few months or years, it will be much improved. 'I need to lose this layer of body fat so my abs will show.' 'When summer comes, I will be in top shape for the beach.' They never actually accept their body as it is in the present moment."

From the book The Velvet Rage, written by Alan Downs PHD. Page 190.

In a work meeting a few weeks ago, the topic of personal blogs and blogging came up. The discussion on the matter was short and a bit random, but the one thing that was determined was that personal blogs have changed a lot in the past few years. And by "changed," meaning people don't update their personal blogs anymore, like ever.

That struck a note with me, because it's absolutely right.

I have been blogging here for quite some time now, and it is true that so many blogs I once enjoyed reading are just neglected now with the majority of them not having been updated for years. It bums me out, but life happens. I'm sure these former bloggers are in a new phase in their life where updating their site is something they no longer have time for, or something that doesn't even cross their mind anymore. Or maybe they've switched platforms and no longer care for Blogspot? Or perhaps their new fiancé or baby takes up much of their time now? Who knows, everyone has their own reasons.

And now I'm trying to think of what my own reasons are for not updating as much as usual. I know for a fact that among many other things, a part of it is laziness. But besides that, I don't really have many other excuses. I guess a part of it also has to do with the fact that I am getting older, and to some extent I feel like I should have my shit together at this age. But I don't feel like I have my shit together---and I'm not sure if that's something I want to always share here for all of my non-existent readers. Having your shit together can mean a lot of things to many people, but for me personally, I don't know if I'm anywhere close to feeling that. But then that also makes me think, will I ever feel like I have my shit together? Probably not. And I don't say that to be pessimistic, but only because I've recently come to a better understanding about my personality and the reasoning behind why I act and think the way I do sometimes. This learning process comes to me in small nuggets, but oh man when I truly do learn something about why my brain automatically thinks this or that, I treasure that information and use it as a tool to become better and happier in whatever way I can.

So about feeling like things are not where I'd like them to be in my life by this age, I know that's not just about accomplishing all of my life's goals. But it's also about realizing that in a lot of ways, I do have my shit together and I have gotten some stuff done.

And that is why I will continue on writing here.

Sometimes I'll read old entries here from years ago, and it feels so satisfying to see how much I've grown and bettered myself since then. But then again I know there's still a lot more work that needs to be done.

Shame.

"The Arab Spring, at first glance, didn't seem to have much to do with climate change. But, it does. One of the ways it caused the Arab Spring was through the spike in basic grain prices that happened between 2010 and 2011. When people can't get the basic necessities of life, they riot. There also were these basic economic demands of the rising cost of living, which were linked to the price of imported grain. It's not to reduce the Arab Spring to a matter of climate change, but you could see how that food-price spike was a trigger."

Said by author/journalist, Christian Parenti, on Journey to Planet Earth: Extreme Realities. PBS.

"'I have to lose weight first,' she said.
'You're just afraid.'"

From the book Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Page 522.

"What the fuck is rong with you?
What the fuck is rong with you?
What the fuck is rong with you?
What the fuck is rong with you?
What the fuck is rong with you?
What the fuck is rong with you?
What the fuck is rong with you?
What the fuck is rong with you?
You're just so fucking rong."

From the song Rong by Royksopp.

If I'm not getting laid, I'm eating.