cha-ching. i get my paycheck this week, and i’m thinking about taking a trip somewhere soon. maybe for mid-autumn festival weekend.

places to go:

angkor wat, and banteay srei, the temple of women
sci-fi cult city auroville in india
the egg café in hanoi
railroads of manchuria
japanese architecture tour
shanghai
see cyrus and diane in beijing
gotta go to thailand

and i’ll take the long way home, through tibet, the middle east, eastern europe, and germany, just in time for the world cup.

haha, yeah right!

one day, we’ll be telling each other, remember when we used to e-mail, the same way we say, remember when we used to write love letters, slam poems?

blogging is a lazy way of staying in touch, i think.

send me an e-mail, or just wait until i write to you. i will!

brucecheung (at) gmail (dot) com

why don’t i snail mail, or record a slam poem and send that to you? too lazy.

a photo by manik, 10, courtesy of kids with cameras, a non-prof that hooks kids all over the world up with cameras. more herre.



(all the internet neon hubbubs and look-sees are so hard to keep track of, so i nerded up and dolled myself up in del.icio.us and denim. if you’re bored enough to see what i see, check it out. i keep the porn and celebrity gossip under the sheets though. i got a reputation to maintain!)

somehow, i’m listening to “no woman, no cry” right now, and this song reminds me of sheng, and he’s asking us to give the nearest stranger a hug, and jimmy, cyrus, luca, brian and others are all around, and we like weezer, and i had just read a poem out loud for probably the first time in my life, and, whatever, this entry is cheesy!

"everybody runs but nobody ever leaves"

fugg!!! uggh!!! visionaries and typical cats!

same show the next day at the milk on haight street in sf!