dichoso aficionado

so funny that andy. i’ll post his email just to prove it. and if you are interested, please feel free to make your way there….

From: Andy Chan

FYI

Hiromi had informed me of this project she was working on and I thought you and your ‘kind’ might find it interesting;)

The writers are younger (methinks teenagers, so I can’t promise future Man Booker winners), but the purpose of the project was to work

with an ethnic group that is rarely heard of in the literary world.

Of course, to be strictly defined by your ethnic background is awfully reductionist, but we all like to hear our voice in other peoples’ experiences.

I will not be attending.

toodles,

*******

Filipino Canadian Youth Write and Read

A program open to all ages

Friday February 29

7:00 pm-9:00 pm

Free

Alma VanDusen & Peter Kaye Rooms, Lower Level
Central Library
350 West Georgia Street

when awoken by alarm, it’s the very first thing to come out of either of our mouths. jesus craps.

every morning. guaranteed.

because like our saviour, i too am human. and pooping in the morning is the shit. next to pooping at work (cos you get paid to drop it).

i’d like to thank all you readers for inspiring growth and magic in my life. without you i would not have thought to take the time to write any of this out.

you’re welcome.

for wasting your time. we’ll do it again soon!

this will make anyone feel better.

thanks h-well.

lost my cell phone today. there are strong suspicions that it will return. i like to stay positive and agree with them. but can women really be trusted? just kidding.

anyway, if you tried to call me and i didn’t answer thats why.

i’m a loser, baby. 

i really need to put aside some “me” time cos with all that energy i spend revolving the world around me, i don’t actually put any real effort into (or onto) me.

for instance, i could look for a job or challenge myself with a little brainstorming to better my everyday situation, thus bettering everyone who surrounds me’s situation. instead we are perpetually bromancing the days away with late rentals, giggly cuddles, count em’ on one hand dubs, laptop parties. None of which sound like bad things, except for when you get to the part where you realize all the things you didn’t do with your days.

another instance is that i’ve recently started exercising. in a pool. and i’m the hairiest azn i know. STILL. goddamnit girl, you know what to do!

lots of time is spent helping out others and it’s generally always fun. today i helped some friends move.

monday i coat checked a benefit to build a hospital in kenya. all while turning my right-hand lesbian on to dudes. just by pointing in their direction.

what more motivation do i really need than a brilliant idea that can be executed by talented people that surround me?

i have these things.

we have no motivation. we have tools, space, time, desire, passion. but how do you wake up in the morning and rally the troupes of emotions and actions so they work in harmony together. to the point where floating around feels more like flight.

how long do i float before all my furniture matches my walls. taupe to beige. just kidding. but how long do i float before i take control of the flight?

and please let it be known that there is no room for self-help from tanned suitcases on yachts here either. i’m not talking about corporate s.u.c.c.e.s.s.

list of needs:
* motivation to organize all those little things that clutter up my life
* a guaranteed income
* a gurantee that i will never become something i’m not
* health
* helping hands
* challenges i won’t give up on out of boredom

i still haven’t posted those goddamn panama photos. what kind of bull shit am i filling my hours with?

jesus craps.

i guess you missed out on all the girls dressing up as their own fafinettes @ Prince Paul this past halloween.

This is me (as Left Eye’s spirit as a fafinette) dancing with Borat at the beach.

also, that show last night, Blue Scholars, was refreshing. The geeko suave on the tables charmed the pants right off my right-hand lesbian without as much as a look in her direction. It was all in his vocals, choice of beats, genuine connection with his filipino counterpart & maybe his throwback Cazals helped a little too. She was swoonin’.

not very. i have such big plans. for everything. but the tough part is getting momentum. especially when, in most cases, starting is a party of 1.

check out how far my plans have come with the house. at least i’ve started sewing projects despite the disaster surrounding my work/love space.

too much ikea fighting space with ideas.

where magic supposedly happens

tailor’s ham & seamroll

my dad had a full head of hair before i learned to speak.

hywel’s first attempt at cornbread was delicious

they taste similar to cookies by george except they get you high. yumminess care of my two male grama’s Hywel & Nico.

we, the deranged, try so hard to keep arranged. that vacuum has been sitting in that exact spot for at least a week.

everyone went everywhere and all i got were these SWEET fridge magnets and post cards. by the way, i was in Panama 2 weeks ago. I WILL post photos from this trip when I find a faster way to do so. uploading one at a time is so tedious and gay.

i get paid to spread these around sometimes. you want to flyer after concerts? maybe score some tix? Holler at me.

we sleep comfortably when it’s clean. for now we just sleep

my tape collection goes waaay back. bjork was purchased at the age of 11. the mixtape above it is from the one and only mark alexandrino circa 2002. TMNT2 was a good one. Yet Another Mixtape was made in Gr.9 and has everything from cibo matto, spooky ruben, the smalls and jawbox. i was cooler then than i am now!

k i’m going to attempt to clean up this mess. this took like 30 mins to write. this is gay. someone upload these photos faster! and make sure the image size has been adjusted!

sellout. corporate junkie. whatever you say. who cares cos i think she’s HOT. the woman took the right path to get to this point and what a misfire it would be to aim asshole remarks at her. i mean, she could be a fighter when she’s drunk for all i know, but you cannot deny her brilliance in the art of sweetness.fafi for m.a.c.fafi for adidas (my favorite video on youtube)i’m going to a rap show tonight, Blue Scholars, with minimal clues. could be refreshing. $10 media club.

in no particular order:

* i refreshed my memory on the joys and angers of sewing with satin & velvet (i need to work in double-time tomorrow)
* i waxed my best friend’s eyebrows while dinner was being made. multi-tasking at it’s best
* i wrote down on paper some actual information that could be vital to my future
* i was pleasantly surprised by long lost friends
* i ate salmon & avocado benedict
* i relished the time to sew in my cave/nest while the sky was as blue as ever
* i wore eyeliner
* i learned to knit

oh yeah, i learned to knit. i’m going to do that now instead of typing lists. especially since i just sat and wrote 3 pages of list.

i apologize for the lack of excitement in my blog life. i guess there was just so damn much excitement going on IRL that i forgot to write about it. which kind of sucks, because now i have to remember it all for later.

also, i apologize for lack of photos, especially from that trip to panama. i’ll get on it as soon as i finish this mini-projects for other people, organize my hall closet and my studio space, and have some free time, basically.

i don’t want to get a real job. please someone pay me for being me. and pay me well god dammit. fuck rich, let’s get wealthy.