down low

DOWN LOW.

the first time i heard this term used was on law and order, svu. apparently it describes married black men coming together having sex with each other. i'm not sure if it's in the form of an orgy. but it was portrayed as such on the law and order episode.

so now it's being talked about on oprah. according to one guest, if you were gay in the black community, you're looked upon as less of a man. one of my temp workers was gay and black. i didn't think he was less of a man, but i did think he was a little brash. he was also pretty funny.

mr. sexy...

i'm not gay*.

but morrissey really looks good here. not good, as in i want to fuck him up the ass. but good as in, man, he looks pretty healthy.

anyway, i'm not gay.


* not that there's anything wrong with it.

strange days

last thursday, while i was driving home from work, my sister called me on my cell. the funny thing was i didn't even recognize her voice. i don't talk to my sister much, maybe an email here and there, and a phone call every couple of months. i don't hate my sister, it's just we don't really have much to converse about.

at first, i thought it was my aunt calling me. i must have been thrown off completely by the call since talking to my aunt occurs much less frequently than talking to my sister (kinda like a triple play to a shutout in baseball). so i ended up asking the person who she was. "it's your SISTER." *sigh*

D'OH.

so she preceded to tell me that there's something wrong with my father. the doctor found a lump on his urethra near his bladder and kidneys.

are you driving?, she asked.
yeah, yeah, don't worry about it, i said.

sure enough, i worried, and i began to feel numb. felt a bit strange. surreal.

right after she hung up, i got a call from my parents. talk about your perfect timing.

are you driving?, my mother asked
(what's up with this obsession about not talking on the phone while driving in the car?)
yeah, i am. i'll call you when i get home. in 45 minutes

anyway, to make a long story short, my father is now in a hk hospital, nearby the mansion where the old british governor use to reside, prep'ing for surgery. am i worried? somewhat. but i have confidence in my sister taking care of dad and mum. i do wish i could be there, however. i should go back to see him soon.

i guess the past week, i haven't really thought much about it. i talked to my parents almost every night before i go to bed to see how they are doing. both my parents are putting up a brave front for me. but i know deep inside, my father's condition is freaking them both out. i tell them that dad's going to be okay. see even the doctors say so.

it really doesn't help much when my friend scott's father passed away a couple of weeks ago. mark says that he's pretty much dealt with his father dying. chris's mother has a pinched nerve and had to go to the hospital. i guess it's just something you have to go through as you get older. watching your parents grow old.

today, i received an acceptance email from cal state long beach.

phew. i can stop worrying about one thing.

i had to reread the email three times to make sure the prof said accepted.

tony, tony, tony....

because today is special, i wanted to comment on something i read from a blog written by my friend, tony.

Spent about $70+ that night. I was running low on cash on Thursday last week, down to $20, so I withdrew $120 from the ATM. Sunday, I was down to $20 again! Been noticing that my cash spending is going really fast due to mostly going out to eat all the time, need to start watching my spending.

here's my comment: maybe it has something to do with the fact that you have a g/f (or whatever she wants to call herself)?

i was incredibly bored tonight and whilst flipping through the channels on the telly, i came upon three reality shows, american idol, the bachelor and the swan. i'm not a big fan of reality tv. okay, maybe i watch the apprentice (which is great, btw) and the restaurant (i love cooking shows), but basically i like my tv shows to be taped in front of a live audience, and edited with laugh tracks.

anyway, i was flipping between all three shows tonight, and i have to say that they are horrendous, and torturous to watch

american idol: i want to cry. it's so bad, i want to cry. i treasure music; i value all the joy that music has brought into my life. but this show has definitely desecrated the sanctity of music. why would anyone watch people sing cover versions of old r&b songs? what is the fascination? what is it about this show that i'm not getting? it's the one thing from england that i would soon rather forget. and btw, why did that girl sing, "goodbye yellow brick road" again? or was it my imagination? even worse than the show, is the host, ryan seacrest. he wouldn't last a night in jail, so can someone get him arrested?

temptation level: 0 (from 1 to 10) can someone duct tape clay aiken? maybe put a paper bag over his face.

the bachelor: never watched a full episode of the bachelor or the bachelorette. didn't care for it. it's rubbish. this time they have the ny giants backup qb, jesse palmer (no, not mr. stupid himself, carson palmer) as the new bachelor. and to top things off, he invited his best friend, a chick (oh, and a married one at that, mind you), to be one of the girls so she can be his spy. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? why even bother dating any one of the girls if you have to have someone spy on them? i could understand that there could be the possibilty of a money-grubbing whore being one of the contestants. but still. furthermore, mr. backup qb, said the wrong name during the rose ceremony. yeah, great play there romeo.

temptation level: 4 (from 1 to 10) it's that high cuz apparently, there's going to be a stalker. dun, dun, DUNNN!!!!

the swan: let's group the swan with extreme makeover and that show on mtv... i can't remember the name of it, all together in one genre: people being stupid. i'm going to have to say that this particular show, the swan, takes the cake. premise: take ugly women, make them "beautiful" by way of surgery, bootcamp style weight lost training, new haircuts and makeup, then finally put them into nice clothes and as if they aren't self-conscious enough, stick them into a beauty pageant to find the one true SWAN. god help us all if this show is a ratings hit. btw, is it me, or is every freaking host of these reality series on fox, english? there's already one on forever eden (don't get me started)

temptation level: 1 (from 1 to 10) talk about exploiting women. and if you were going to exploit women, why are you using ugly women to do so? maybe they look great after the makeovers, but christ, for the better half of the show, they are either ugly, or swollen up with red patches over their faces.

oh, now that i think about it, i enjoy watching, while you were out more than trading spaces. better designers and carpenters. i enjoy watching emeril live, definite BAM!. 30-minute meals over $40 a day (i can't stand rachel ray's laugh. it drives me insane).

i'm glad to announce that i'm over my, the flaming lips, binge. i do however have the songs, cruel summer (i'm not sure who sings the song, but it was in the karate kid), i believe in a thing call love (the darkness), and reap the wild wind (ultravox). and i'm not hearing the new song by morrissey enough on the radio. almost one month and counting before the cd is out.

i've been dreaming of a time when
to be english is not to be baneful
to be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful
racist or partial

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHARLOTTE!

PAR-TY!

yes, my dear deidra and i had our ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY two weekends ago.

but last weekend was definitely better.

haha, i'm the master!

You are a MASTER of the English language!


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