Lost

I don't know what to do.

I'm as lost as you.

Everyone says I have all the answers but this time I don't.

I don't know what to say, how to feel, or what the rules are.

I just want to fix it.

I just want you to know that I trust you. With everything I have.

Please be careful.

Please take care.

It's never been broken, but I can feel it starting to crack.

If that's what needs to happen for you to feel good, then I gladly take that burden upon myself, I'll gladly wait, and I'll gladly waste away in silence.

Know that, to me, you mean more than me.

My inaction is not a sign up apathy, in fact it's the opposite, it's me showing you I care.

I hope you get. If not to day, then some day.

Just remember that I'm just as lost as you.

But I trust you.

I trust you.

I trust you.

I trust you.

George Watsky- Go Robo

Crushing stuff!?

Ga-man

The Japanese have a word.

Ga-man

"...a code of silent suffering and ability to stand pain."

It's a prized virtue in Japanese culture, and arguable shared with many Asian cultures.

Asians brought this value with them to America

From the Manilamen of St. Malo

To the first Cantonese immigrants chasing gold and laying track

To the sugar cane workers of Hawaii

The refugees of countless American wars

Through racism, prejudice, segregation,

Internment camps

The repeal of Filipino veteran's rights

The murder of Vincent Chin

We stayed quiet.

More accurately, our parents did.

They felt obliged to take these obstacles in stride because they felt they owed this country at least their silence.

It was still better than the old country.

But we know better.

We have had the world equality beat into our psyches from grade school.

And yet we watched our parents suffer countless injustices.

It's time to reclaim this generation's rights.

As Helen Zia proclaimed, "It's time to stop being so fucking polite!"

Let's rally.

Throw our firsts up.

Stop bowing, stop covering our mouths when we laugh

There's nothing funny going on here.

Incomplete

Was hanging out with a friend a few weeks ago and he was talking about his ex and naturally there was a lot of hating going on. Had to reflect on it. Never finished, I was interrupted and never got back to it.

It's interesting that those so seemingly enamored of each other can so quickly come to spite each other so completely.

What is it about lost love that makes it so easy for us to hate?

I can't say that I know this feeling personally, for I've yet to lose love,

But I've seen friends torn apart.

I've seen tears,

Heard screams, cries, rants.

I've seen the pain and hate in their eyes.

But why?

They were strolling on the shore hand in hand yesterday

Today they struggle to keep hands to selves, for different reasons.

They couldn't stand each other's absence.

Now they can't stand the sight of the other.

Ping Pong

Again written in GHIST discussion while not paying attention. This is totally for shits and giggles.

Obscure in the West.

Well known in the East.

Asian male sexuality?

No.

Ping Pong.

A sport in which balls are not merely struck

But spun.

Up.

Down.

Sideways.

And every combination in between.

A game?

A hobby?

Perhaps

But at the highest levels: a true sport.

Chess at the speed of light

Tactical, aggressive, thoughtful, instinctive

Everyone has an ego about it

But as MTV told me

"You think you know..."

But you're wrong!

Physics barely holds water in this game

Magnus himself would doubt his own calculations

Serve. Push. Loop. Block. Smash. Fish. Smash. Lob. Smash.

Miles from the table.

Behind barriers.

The impossible made possible.

It's not your grandad's basement pong.

This is Table Tennis.

I'm proud of it...

I've been up for over 18 hours reading A Rumor of War by Philip Caputo. I've just finished my opening paragraph for a paper due in seven hours. I think it's pretty tight.I might post the rest later upon request.

America’s “police action” in Vietnam has been, to date, the longest armed conflict in U.S. history. Caputo initially began writing A Rumor of War as an autobiography, but his personal project soon evolved into a memoir in which he chronicled not only the events of the war but, more significantly, the way the war changed him and his brothers in arms. Though significantly less deadly than previous American wars, Vietnam was a reaction chamber in which climate, combat, and untold numbers of atrocities served as the catalysts that transformed the hearts and minds of an entire generation. For those young men unlucky enough to be thrown into the steaming jungles and rolling hills of Vietnam, the ideals of war as a glorious endeavor so valued by their father’s generations were shattered by the grim realities of guerilla warfare.

Attention White People:

White privilege exists!

Racism exists!

Having a black president has changed nothing!

Telling a minority "Obama did it, why can't you?" is the most ignorant thing one can say.

Hmm...I don't know...where to begin?

Maybe because employers see me and already have no on the tip of their toungues.

Store owners follow me from rack to rack and shelf to shelf while white customers roam freely.

White women lock their cars when I walk past and clutch their purses in elevators.

Maybe because I will forever be a "boy" to cops to matter my age.

Because my English is always be "surprisingly good."

Being "color-blind" is bullshit!

I'm brown and proud of it.

For you to ignore that is just as racist as belittling it.

On the opposite end:

If i tell you I'm Filipino, don't tell me about your love affair with Asia groomed over many a pan-regional tour/vacation,

How much you "LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE Thai curries."

Or how the Pho is just not the same here.

Don't ask me to "Say something in your language!"

I was born here, so how about this:

FUCK YOU!

Bland

Written while not paying to attention to my GHIST professor in discussion. His name? Literally, no fucking joke: Dr. Bland.

Lacking flavor

When referring to speech, lacking intonation or emotion.

But his man

This professor

This doctor of American history

is beyond the mere definition of the word.

He is indescribable

Bland would have been a compliment

His lectures weren't just droning, they were slow!

S - L - O- W type slow

he spoke and you already knew what he was going to say a quarter of the way through

His drawl, delightfully southern but unbearable smug

Clean & Educated sounding

But it's the tone at the end of every phrase that begged for a pencil tracheotomy

Smug is the word that comes to mind.

That "Everything I say is gold" tone

And the facial to boot.

That's it.

Voltron Girl!

http://www.angryasianman.com/2010/03/voltron-girl.html

Sad take on the failure of the Mars rover Spirit

XKCD