Friday, August 20, 2004


Gong Li + Zhang Ziyi + Michelle Yeoh = The Best Casting Ever!

It was announced today that the exquisite Gong Li (To Live), the mesmerizing Zhang Ziyi (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon), and the enchanting Michelle Yeoh (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon) have all been casted in Memoirs of a Geisha. I know, I know. A book written by a white guy, produced by a white guy (Steven Spielberg), and directed by a white guy (Rob Marshall). But Gong Li, Zhang Ziyi, and Michelle Yeoh are huge stars and superb actresses, and the ramifications could be huge for Asians/Asian Americans to carry lead roles in major Hollywood films.

Despite my initial hesitation about white people telling Asian stories, I love Gong Li and can't wait to see her in this film. She's a star! I am so excited! I can't wait to see them all together. Yeah! Gong Li rocks! This is the happiest day of August 2004!

Wednesday, August 18, 2004


Major upsets today at the Olympics - in tennis! First off all, the tennis competition sucked anyways because World #8 Maria Sharapova was not selected to play. But Roddick and Venus lost in straight sets! Oh my GAWD! It was so shocking I had to talk about it, but...

You see, a week ago, a good friend left town for a job. He loves watching tennis as much as I do! (Okay not as much as I do). But it was so much fun to have a tennis buddy. So when the news broke this morning, I had no one to talk to! They say that friends are people who understand you - even your lame love for tennis. And it was awesome to have a friend to share the drama of tennis, but... Hey, you outta town, you outta town. :-)

So, without much ado, I am soliciting for a new tennis buddy. Wanna apply?

Friday, August 13, 2004


I used to think that if someone said something negative about me, it was true. If someone didn't call me, they didn't like me. That may be true, but it isn't. I used to be a whore for your love and affection. 'Cause I thought it'd make me happy. When I got it, I worried it'd slip away. 'Cause it was probably never real anyways. I used to need your words and attention.

"What does it mean to you?"

My therapist asked. I thought about it, but couldn't understand why it hurt. Years later, without her words, those questions echoed in my head. Now, I know that people’s words and people’s actions aren’t about me, aren’t a reflection of who I am. If you personalize people’s actions, when really it’s not about you, then you create the negativity that you secretly fear.

What does it mean to you?

Saturday, August 07, 2004


People love New York for tons of reasons. I am not one of those people.

I am not an explorer. New things don't excite me. I like the same comforts. I like to be on my own bed. I like to know where I am going to take my next crap. And I like being with me.

In New York, you are rarely alone. There's not a moment's piece of solitude. The car horns holler, people scurry and subway trains roar. It is loud. It is noisy. I think I'd want to live in the Upper East Side or Upper West Side, where it's sanitary and you don't have to intermingle with people. Unless they are cute and look like they have money. I want to find my quiet corner of New York. That's where I'll be, assuming it's in Upper something...