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Sunday, August 03, 2008

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Friday, July 25, 2008

  • A question for those that has seen Wall-E


    Did you think that the fact that rich white people made up 99.8% of the 'saved population' on the Axiom spaceship was a conscious, deliberate decision by Pixar?


    Update: This guy came to the same conclusion as I did: Wall-E killed them all. Wall-E replaced all the poor working class people. Somebody killed them all. Wall-E killed them all. Think about it.

    (I swear I found this video after I came to my conclusion)

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Monday, July 21, 2008

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Monday, July 14, 2008

  • One Night in Kenting / "Uh, no, what's your real name?"



    June 08, 2008
    Kenting, Taiwan

    I spotted them among the sea of teenagers on Kenting's noisiest street because the French girl was the only one that wore skirts covering her thighs. All the other girls are in hot shorts or miniskirts.

    *Me taps on guy's shoulder*

    Me: Bon Soir! Remember me?

    *Guy looks confused*


    Me: I'm the guy that gave you directions... er 你今天早上又看到我啊 (You saw me this morning!)

    *Guy shook his head*


    Girl to Guy: <Random French that I pretended to understand>
    Me: Yes! What she said!

    *Guy still looks confused*


    Guy: 我看到你?。。。 OH! Sorry you guys all look the same!
    Yep, he's still quite white. Can't tell Asians apart. Wait a sec, I thought he said he ne parle pas anglais.

    Me: I thought you don't speak English...

    Guy: Uh. She does. I don't... Well. I do.

    So yes, that proves it. All french people do speak English. But they don't want you to know that. Not even in Taiwan.
    It's like a nationwide conspiracy.


    Me: Okay...

    *Guy changes topic*
    Guy: Hey's it's such a nice coincidence to bump into you! 要去喝酒嗎? (Wanna go drink?)

    *Me shook head*

    Me: No man, my parents are sleeping. I'm heading back in 30 minutes or so.

    Girl: Aww come on, what's your name?
    Me: Jerry, you?
    Girl: Elba, nice to meet you.
    Me: And you?
    Guy: 查理.

    ...Excuse me?
    *Me makes trademarked JERRY-WTF-FACE*

    Guy: 查理. Cha-lie. Chaaaaa-lie.

    Did you just give me your CHINESE name?

    Me: No, what's your English name... er French name.

    Guy: Oh. Richard.

    Me: But 查理 is Charlie... not Richard...

    Guy: Oh I picked it myself.

    I eventually went to drink with them, and several times in our conversations Charlie... err Richard kept dropping hints that he wanted to be Asian more than European or White. He saw a lewd Caucasian couple dancing, touching each other all over on the almost empty dance floor and said: "我不像他們白人,我是華人 (I'm not like em whites, I'm Asian)". I asked Elba if Richard has the hots for Asian girls. She nodded wide-eyed as if to say "Oh yeah. Big time". When I asked Richard, he said his ex in Lyon was Taiwanese. But he's totally not here for the girls. BUT he thinks Taiwanese girls are the best among Asians. Uh huh, not here for the girls my ass. ;)

    But what's really memorable about this night is how I dropped the "Uh, no, what's your REAL name" bomb on a white guy. It sure feels good and now I can better understand why anyone would ever ask the ubiquitous question. I'm sure all Asians living abroad can understand how it feels to be asked that growing up. Whenever you provide your English name, the local asks: "Uh no, what's your REAL name?". We all know the answer too: I don't want to tell you my real name because you can't pronounce it properly. Now, Globalization has taken its toll, and you'll be given a weird look if you provide your Chinese name. "Uh, no, what's your ENGLISH name?"


Wednesday, July 09, 2008

  • One day in Kenting


    還pretty good lah

    June 08, 2008
    Kenting, Taiwan


    He pulled up to me in an orange scooter,
    one hand shading his eyes from the midday sun,
    the other around a Caucasian girl holding the scooter.

    Sweet. He's gonna ask me for directions. I get to showoff my English conversation skillz!
    Hm. And then I'll lie that yes yes I had my education in Taiwan and I got like, awesome on the TOEFL. 800 out of 650. Or something.
    And they'll be like whoa man your English is awesome!

    “請問一下“ (Excuse me)

    Oh shit.

    “請問這裡好玩嗎?” (Is this place fun?)

    This is a white guy speaking flawless Mandarin to me.
    I know shouldn't be surprised, but I stood there like an idiot.
    He's a white man.... So white. Like computer-science major white.
    I muffled a reply.

    “Uh.. uh.. Yes… I think it’s worth a visit. There’s a bat’s cave, and paths…
    you go in through that gate not this gate and it’s 10NT…”

    They stared at me blankly for 2 seconds.

    “I don’t speak English” (In a heavy French accent)

    “Oh. Uh. 對..對不起 (Sorry). Uh. There’s a cave and forest paths......er
    er 有山洞還有小步道, 還pretty good.”

    They stared at me blankly again.
    Wow I'm retarded.

    “還pretty good?”


    “Sorry I have trouble speaking Mandarin to… er.. 我不習慣跟你們說中文 哈哈.
    (I’m not used to speaking mandarin to you guys.. haha)。 Parles-tu Francais?”

    “哦不會啦。 所以如果我們有兩個小時, 應該去嗎? 她是剛法國來的,
    我已經在這裡兩年了” (Oh it’s nothing, so if we have two hours, should we go?
    She just came to visit from France, and I’ve been here for two years)


    去啊。其實還蠻漂亮的.  (Go! It’s beautiful)

    He thanked me. The girl smiled at me and resounded an enthusiastic oui as they rode off into the forest behind me.

    “Au revoir!” I muttered, still a little dumbfounded.

    --

    I remember being always offended, especially in Italy, when someone attempts to speak to me in random Asian languages (Japanese, Chinese, Korean) just because I look Chinese.  That day in Kenting, I felt like the offender. I couldn’t gather myself to speak Chinese to this apparently white guy. It’s as if I had to override my sensory system to interpret this person as “Chinese” before I am able to speak Chinese to him. Even when I did manage to speak Chinese to him I had to simplify my wordings and pronounce every word clearly while my brain goes into error mode.

    It's no wonder the French hates Americans and the Brits so much; they’re always being mistaken for being English-speaking wherever they go, even if they're in their own capital.


    American tourist: “Uh, excuse me, I'm Canadian *points at Canadian flag on backpack* and I'm wondering where the Eiffel Tower and the nearest McDonalds is?”
    Angry Frenchman: “Non! Non anglais! Effel up your ass!”


Monday, July 07, 2008

  • your mother so fat when she jump for joy she got stuck.

    Invasion of the Giant Spiders

    Mamam by Louise Bourgeois
    Roppogni Hills, Tokyo, Japan

    Artist Louise Bourgeois dedicated this giant spider sculpture, which I first saw outside Tate Modern, to her own mother. Eek.
    But then she describes her mother as : "deliberate, clever, patient, soothing, reasonable, dainty, subtle, indispensable, neat, useful, and able to defend herself and me."

    Now I like spiders, if just a little more. I do feel sorry for them because of their bad rep, which probably began all the way when they started having eight legs:

    070808-37

Sunday, July 06, 2008

  • Crossword

    Crossword

    dress the same,
    pace the same,
    look the same,

    spaced out evenly into 2 meter compartments
    while a policeman overlooks an almost empty intersection.

    (late) Tokyoites walking to work

    --

    Tokyo, Japan


Friday, July 04, 2008

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