Sunday, February 26, 2012

Year of the Dragon

Kevin texted me to go a random Chinese New Year festival in Rosemead.  He reminded me how much I LOVVVVEEEEE festivals.

Something about the booths and bad entertainment and the house clutter that's passed around.

I think it's a great way to spend the day signing up for things you're not entirely interested in and watching this Chinese woman since La Bamba... except she was actually singing La Lamla... because she couldn't pronounce the Bs.

Epic.




Spent the evening playing Bầu Cua Cá Cọp which is a Vietnamese gambling game, majong and other board games.


The week after I went to the Downtown LA Chinatown parade.

White ppl in Rice Hats look funny

Confetti shooting from dangerous $3 cannons.  I have one in my car.

Lion dance

Small Talk

Jlo can't make small talk.  As a result he ends up having deep conversations with people in the most casual settings such as bars and lounges.  But somehow it's always natural.

Last night in Chinatown Jlo was able to get me to talk to him about relationships.  He gave me such an amazing perspective because he experiences the same first hand.

Basically he made me aware of the errors of my thinking. He made me aware that even though I claim to be an astounding communicator I'm actually just a great (small) talker.  Listening... is something I still need to work on.  So that night, I actually listened to Jimmy instead of just listening to myself and I have to say, Jimmy is a superhero for dating such an asshole.

To be less vague I've made Jimmy feel that his insecurities were invalid.  I've said word for word to him in pure aggression. "Your feelings ARE invalid."  But Jlo repeated to me the point that Jimmy has been trying to make for months - Feelings are NEVER invalid because you can't control them.

"I know you'll work it out because I know you love him."  Jlo said to me.  So that night I let Jimmy know that I love him with all of my heart and did my best to listen to everything that he had bottled up for a very long time.   That's what happens when your boyfriend refuses to listen to you.

All I can say is I'm sorry, but I'll work on it to make things better.




Doing the Cha-cha
I make small talk.  I make small talk at work, I make small take with my friends in LA.  And I always make note about how I really don't know much about my friends.  The stereotype in LA is that we are superficial.  Aside from being vein, it's also an issue with surface level friendships.  To be honest LA was boring me, but actually talking to Jlo about something that mattered to me made me realize that I need to put more effort into getting to know my friends beyond throwing kick ass house parties with amazing themes.

I think my quest to explore LA should encompass the exploration of people beyond "how's your day" and "how is work."

In Chinatown when our boyfriends got shy, Jlo and I danced in the streets to the rhythm that surrounded us.

There's me as a gazelle.




I tweeted that it was a "feel-good" saturday because Chinatown surprised us with raw hidden LA.  Stress-free cheap dinner, art galleries along Chung King road and a DJ playing sexual healing jams at Mountain bar.

Found Live Music

Giraffe T-shirts

Rose bowl flea market find - couldn't justify the purchase, only the picture.

I think there comes a point in every blogger's life where you just stop posting as often.  I think I came to realize that not everything I do is worth sharing and I cut back organically.  Also, I get so overwhelmed with consuming content in its various forms that I don't make time to create content.  And to create content was something that I found very satisfying.  I guess with the advent of social networking the general population gets validation by the amount of shares, comments, likes, reblogs they get and really 15 minutes of fame turns into... just your general internet footprint.... and how much klout you have.  Like a mini internet celebrity, but not really because everyone else is doing the same.

So I apologize to myself for not allowing myself to use this medium of expression.  But recently I've felt like a lost soul.  Blog - please be my guide.


"Where do grown ups shop for clothing?"  I asked Alysia as we walked into Aeropostale, PacSun and American Eagle.  "And why, after almost a decade, are these clothes still the same?"  I noticed polos and graphic ts that haven't evolved.  "Because they are classics?"  Though I guess boring tops with obnoxious brand logos is a "classic" form of attire.

The other day tommy commented on my yellow polo that I took from Monyrith when he was clearing his closet years ago. "I have that shirt... like.. sometime ago in high school."  With a charming smirk he adjusted his very fashionable.. i don't know what he was wearing, but it looked good.

Why am I still wearing children's clothing? I have a mountain of giraffe t's and just ordered another one from threadless.  And with my growing gut, the fitted look is "fitting" in the wrong places.  My pecs have mushed together and moved south towards my naval.

How does one make a conscious effort to be more fashionable, to dress their age if they have yet to develop that taste??  I really did try though- went to New York and got some Uniglo button-ups. decided that henleys were grown-up and ordered a ton of those from Urban Outfitters online.  Stepped into H&M, but stepped out after realizing that it's the official uniform for the gaysian american of 2011-2012.

If you have tips, please help me out but so far I need the following:

  • khaki pants because I only own jeans
  • plain shorts because all my shorts are... plaid shorts
  • boat shoes?  Is that what I should be wearing?

k, that's all I got.  It's sad- I inherited my little brother's trench coat because his ex-girlfriend gave that to him and he can't bare to reminded of her.  Thanks for the wardrobe upgrade brother who is 6 years younger.