This is my Winter Song to you

In honour of our would be five year anniversary this week:



I still believe in summer days
The seasons always change
And life will find a way
I'll be your harvester of light
And send it out tonight
So we can start again

It's lonely inside the pod.

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!