Friday, October 28, 2005


Hooray for Asian men! In New York City, Asian men are the twinks of West Hollywood. They are the best!

This morning, I was crossing 44th Street when an Asian/white pairing walked into my arms. Usually, I give them the look, the ugh!-how-could-you-sell-out-for-such-an-ugly-white-motherfucker-look, because in LA it’s always an Asian chick with a dorky, dorky (or fat, fat) white guy. I mean, c’mon, that’s just so cliché. I am so sick of the commodification of my Asian sisters by burly, pale, ugly, ugly, ugly white men! So over it! Anyhow, I digress, but...

One of the happy things I discovered in New York City is that Asian girls have come to their senses – they aren’t drooling at the feet of lame white guys (as much). But I am most ecstatic about white girls. Because white girls in New York City realize what I’ve always known and everywhere you go in the city you’ll see white girl after white girl after white girl clutching their favorite accessories – the hot Asian guy!

As I crossed 44th Street, I gave the guy a knowing wink. He returned with both thumbs up. You gotta love the equilibrium of New York City. I love being hot! Finally!

Tuesday, October 11, 2005


I can not. I repeat, I can not get a good salad in New York City! I would give up, but I am too stubborn. I had a salad at the commissary today, and it sucked like shit. (Not that I really know what that tastes like). I had a salad from Wild Green's last night and it tasted like shit too. I've not had one good salad since I left the California Chicken Cafe...

Can anyone in New York City make a good salad? Can anyone give me a good suggestion? Please help me!

Monday, October 10, 2005


I rise later than I'm suppose to. That's what happens when you're a little blue sometimes. I jump in the shower quickly to beat my roommate. I like warm water. I wanna stay there for a while - partly because it feels so good and it's kinda entertaining to maybe make my roommate late. Hah...

I dress, tussle my hair, put on my contacts and pop my Ipod in. I walk the few blocks to the subway and ride it to 42nd St. I get off and take the S. I shuffle along with the crowd. I think it's easy to be lost here. And it's like this, the same thing every day. Five days a week.

But then you rise out of the subway and onto the island. On Broadway. And even on a cloudy, dreary day like today the lights stop you. You can't help, but turn to her and suddenly realize how beautiful she looks in the morning. Everyday.

There is nothing like stepping into an awakening Times Square. Everyday.

Saturday, October 08, 2005


I am constantly mocked for my devotion to Oprah Winfrey (among other things). It's true, I love Oprah; I subsribe to O: The Oprah Magazine and TiVo The Oprah Winfrey Show. I do have to admit she seems a bit righteous these days, but there are nice little nuggets of learnings and goodness that comes from the almighty that is Oprah Winfrey.

For all you doubters, take note. The other day on Oprah, she pledged her commitment to "spotlighting" child molesters and personally reward anyone $100,000 for information leading to their arrest. When Oprah says something the world listens. She single-handedly saved the publishing industry with her Book Club and magazine, and now...Oprah does it again! A few days after the broadcast, Oprah captured her first criminal. You go, Oprah!

And a big thanks to unemployed, chubby housewives across America for their servitude and worship of the Oprah. Without them, the world of Oprah would not be. Hmm...