a great figure of eight or a tiny infinity?

don't say a word
just come over and lie here with me
cause i'm just about to set fire to everything i see
i want you so bad I'll go back on the things i believe
there i just said it
i'm scared you'll forget about me

john mayer - edge of desire

...ho emo lor -_-

I can't win.

In Canada, some storekeepers assume I don't speak English and therefore speak much louder than usual and like to eeennnuunciate their words in hopes that I will understand what they're saying.

In Hong Kong, storekeepers assume I don't speak Cantonese (or that I'm an idiot) and therefore speak much louder than usual and enunciate their words in hopes that I will understand what they're saying.

I really can't win, can I?

*photo taken from blacklava.net --> sexy Asian Americans selling sexy racially conscious merchandise. I like.

Fun fact of the week

"The Philippine government promotes the deployment of women workers to help it pay the interest it owes on loans from multilateral institutions such as the Asian Development Bank, the International Monetary Fund, and the World Bank. Loans saddle the Philippines with annual interest payments of approximately $2.5 billion. From 1970-1998, the Philippines paid $77.6 billion in interest and principal to foreign creditors. The debt of the Philippines has not decreased; to the contrary. Since the country incurred its first debt, in 1962, its foreign debt has steadily grown, reaching more than $52 billion by 2000."
- Rhacel Salazar Parranas - The Force of Domesticity (2008)

It's one of those things I've always kind of known but reading those numbers on paper makes me want to vomit and die.

Hmmm...then maybe I wouldn't have to write this paper.

I am afraid of...

Wut. This kind of shit leaves me speechless. Well, not that speechless cuz I still have a little something to say. It reminds me of some of the arguments my students gave me when I asked them to share their views on same-sex marriage:

If same-sex marriage is legalized (in Hong Kong)...
1) Children of same-sex couples will be raised without a mother or father figure and that would be bad. Apparently, outside of same-sex marriage, or "opposite marriage" as Miss California calls it, that never happens in this world. And with two daddies, a girl will never figure out what the hell a tampon is for and a boy will never see or touch a boob until his adolescence. Boourns. (Assuming he is straight though but all people are...until something fabulously horrible turns them gay).
2) People will start marrying their dogs. Cuz based on the argument of freedom of choice, humans will want to wife/husband their pets and we'll just have to let them.
3) Human kind will become extinct as we will stop reproducing because...
4) ...everyone will become gay. Hong Kong teens like to follow trends, and if homosexuality becomes as popular as the ever fashionable and mega-talented Lady Gaga, then the entire world as we know it will turn gay AND forgo wearing pants.

...Now that WOULD be bad.

Oh, and check out this funny little ditty in response to the video above. Sarah Chalke is awesome...although I will probably forever see her as fake Becky. And also, what's up with Alicia Silverstone's mouth?

A Gaythering Storm from Jane Lynch

Okay, now I'm done and will go back to being speechless but with my face baring the following expressions as I run away and hide ---> 0_o and T_T

Yes. Both at the same time so maybe more like: o_T

Because sometimes, I am afraid of straight people.

Seriously, get over it.

The one who started it all.

When I look back at the last six..or even ten years of my life, it's hard to remember what life was like each year cuz it just all blurs together...but when I think of the guys I've crushed on, liked, stalked, obsessed over, hooked up with and loved (eek), it becomes easier to sort out the last decade. Maybe it's a bit sad that that's how I remember my years but I've always been a little boy crazy, although I think/hope I've simmered down a teensy bit nowadays.

*AHHHHHHHHHH FILIPINO BBOYS FROM FRANCE WHO SING AND COOK AND ARE SOCIALLY CONSCIOUS AND RESPONSIBLE!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!*

...Yeah, I'm still the same, with bboys and French accents as my kryptonite to boot. But when I look back at that blurry mess of unwashed, unkempt and unworthy boys, there's one guy that sticks out in my memory. If you could take a peek into my head right now, you would see a vision of him: gold, shiny and all statue'd up standing on a beautiful marble pedestal. Gross, right? It's been over three years and somehow, I still think about him from time to time...ok more than that...and I still miss him.

The truth is, when we were briefly dating, he was the first guy who treated me like how I always thought relationships should be like. We could talk and laugh for hours, he was always interested in what I'd have to say and he made me feel like a better person. I would go on for a while but yeah, he was pretty amazing.

And here's more truth for you: he broke up with me essentially because of the "long distance" but we all know that's really code for "I'm just not that into you" (man that was a bad movie) especially when the distance is a mere three hour drive. No matter how I tried to justify it, that was the reality. And here's the nasty truth: he started dating someone two weeks after we broke up.

So, there you have it. Yet here I am, waxing poetic about the good times we had. The post breakup depression was disgusting...and persistent. It was hard for me but what's crazy and amazing is that my friends stuck around and survived through my very intense mood swings and horrendous emo-ness...hm, I digress...what was my point again? Actually, I don't think I really have one. I've always thought that it would just take time and I would move on and he would be a distant memory but three years might as well be three months. I'm just hoping one day I'll look back and remember him and be happy...sans the golden statue on the pedestal. Maybe? Please? Because seriously...

...where are my Filipino French bboys at?

Dyzee's long lost French twin. Holy crap that took a long time...and yes, I had to do it in Microsoft Word. Ah, mon dieu!

"Barney, 好久不见!"

Whoa. The last time I blogged...it was 2007, I was still living in Toronto and could barely read a word of Chinese. Boy have things changed!! 哈哈我现在真的爱中国.



...Hm, on second thought, nothing has really changed in a way. It's almost two years later and I'm pretty much exactly where I was in April 2007: about to graduate without a clue as to what I want to do. I lie awake at night plagued by feelings of anxiety, terror and hunger. Alright, it was just that one night and mostly it was hunger...but it was a tad unpleasant. I guess a few things have changed but the uncertainty is still there. The world is my economically depressed oyster.

I sat here for a while, thinking of what I would blog about. Really, things haven't changed. My life still revolves around: friends, food, dancing, music and all thangs racial. So...where do I start?

Well, as I sit here and ponder the injustices of the world, the economic crisis, the riots in Thailand and other super duper serious current events I should be thinking more about, all I want to do is rant...about clubbing. Well, more about the music they play at clubs.

"I am a fan of clubbing"

For those of you who know me (out of my legions of anonymous blog readers - I heart you all), I am a fan of clubbing. Ha, okay perhaps that is an understatement :D I seem to be the person who brings people together on weekends to go out, get drunk (sigh) and dance the night away. Week after week I venture out to same clubs to be stepped on, shoved, humped, harassed and groped...only to leave with clothes stained with spilled drinks, hair reeking of cigarettes and the occasional business card from a man who should be at home with his wife and kids and really should've stopped going out about 10 years ago. Sounds like a joy right?

Haha I exaggerate (only a little) but I usually manage to have a lot of fun dancing with my girls, meeting random guys and just being crazy so it is almost always worth the pain and grossness. However, lately I've realized two things: 1) It's pretty darned hard to have fun without imbibing alcohol 2) And without alcohol, I seem to react differently to the music they play at clubs - they start to bleed.

Gaga-g me

As much as I've always enjoyed going to our beloved Prive, I think it's about time for the club to stop pretending the guy behind the turntables is an actual DJ and not a dude they hired to press the play button because really, the music comes from a CD they burnt about 5 months back consisting of 7 songs that they play on repeat. If Lady GaGa received a little talent filled nugget for every time they played one of her songs, she just might be nugget-ful enough to possibly put on some pants and make real music.

I am not a music snob. I know what I like but I'm open to most things (even though I'm still waiting for the day I start to appreciate house/techno/trance/whatever). What I don't get is why they have to play the same songs three to four times in one night when there are so many club-friendly (and even top-40) songs they could play that would get the crowd going. Perhaps a little more Jay-Z and a little less Beyonce or more Pharrell and less Maroon 5.

...And no Bon Jovi, ever.

Sorry Jon, you're awesome on Rockband but not even your hunkiness can save you now.

If you're feeling a little crazy, maybe you can spin some Lupe, KRS-1 or Nas interspersed with a little r&b soul courtesy of Mary J and Mr. Legend?


One John I approve of.

So here is my heartfelt letter urging our home away from home in Lan Kwai Fong to come clean about their dirty little secret a.k.a. Prive Hits 2008-2009, and start treating its patrons like they have ears:

Dear the powers that be,

Please get a real DJ.

Your loyal customer and one-third of the dancefloor starting trio,
Flo