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Friday, July 29, 2005
Tear Drops
Whenever I hear good-bye
Reminds me, baby, of you
I break down and cry
The next time I'll be true, yeah
Fever for lost romance
Reminds me, baby, of you
I took a crazy chance
The next time I'll be true, I'll be true
Footsteps on the dance floor
Remind me, baby, of you
Teardrops in my eyes
Next time I'll be true, yeah
Whispers in the back room
She cries on every tune, every tune
And the music don't feel like it did
When I felt it with you
Nothing that I do or feel ever feels
Like I felt it with you
When I'm dancing round
Reminds me, baby, of you
I won't let you down
The next time I'll be true, I'll be true
-Elton John
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It worries me the way the media constantly frames terrorism in just about the most careless of ways. It worries me even more that the British media is making statements about how the bombers were given refuge as assylum seekers and now they have turned around to hurt the very place that offered them citizenship. I wonder if they recognize the implications of such statements being made. It is these statements that cause greater marginalization for minorities. ...especially immigrant minorities... wouldn't the bigger question be... how far have people in metropolitan cities succeded in terms of diversity education and inter-cultural relations... how could someone holding such extreme suicide bombing notions of jihad be living right next to you? How could you not have known? When was the last time you said 'hello' and had a decent conversation with your "ethnic" neighbor? They can frame the bombings as 'biting the hand that feeds you'/betrayal or a failure to reach out to each other before the worst happened. Did you know your suicide bombing neighbor regarded western industrialized nations as evil tyrants? Are the bombers the only people in the world who think of America and Britain as tyrants? Most certainly not... do all of us choose suicide bombing as a means to a solutionless world of euro-american domination... NO... and I hope people see the difference.
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Monday, July 25, 2005
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Thursday, July 21, 2005
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Monday, July 18, 2005
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Saturday, July 16, 2005
So, my friends have done some research and the lunatic racist was a representative from the American embassy. OK... if America has diplomats like that it's no wonder its foriegn policy has been a disgraceful failure since Bush got into power...
I just returned from the G8 protests in Edinburgh as well as the bombing aftermath in London.... it's been one crazy trip to the UK. I don't have the energy to document the experience of visiting the UK during such historical events. I saw some of the most beautiful manifestations of humanity but also some of the ugliest of human potential.
Some things I will never forget...
Seeing a man laying unconscious on the side of the road, after the violent riots- in the historically peaceful city of Edinburgh... the city hadn't seen such violence in 100 years...
drooling over the perfect asses of riot police who were staying in the same hostel as I was in...
meeting so many people who were speaking different languages but wearing a white band on their wrist in the hopes of putting pressure on 8 most powerful rulers of the world to end the unnessasary poverty in Africa... and to work on global warming... growing more freakles from the killer summer sunshine...
watching how Bush boasts of giving olympic athletes visas as an incentive for holding the olympics in New York... i could have slapped him right there.
watching how London celebrated one night and crying with London the next morning... I never cried so much over the news ... I cried so much i had some strange eye infection... I had nightmares of babies being blown up...
meeting my Muslim Iranian friend in London for a picnic in kew gardens and watching the looks he got on the train...
putting my head down for 2 minutes when the entire London stopped to remember the dead... feeling my chest tighten whenever the underground train passed by King Cross station without stopping...
Beautiful things...
The bluest skies and the greenest grass in Scotland..
the friendliest Scottish dyke in Edinburgh's pink triangle...
The most helpful shrinks from Wales...
the castles...
the sound of backpipes...
Scottish poetry...
the hardest Londoners softening and finding heart to survive...
awesome street performers...
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Sunday, July 03, 2005
I never knew I had it in me. I never understood the depth of the rage in me until last night. Maybe it was accumulated tension that's built up in me after all these years.
When my brother was always a snag... even as a little boy, the girls loved him and he never displayed an ounce of male ego with anyone... even at the age of 10, he had a humility and sensitivity of a mature adult. I remember one evening some guys were making fun of him. They called him a sisi... they called him 'gay'... I remember the rage I felt and the way I yelled at those boys....ok I was always a little too protective as an older sister but I loved my little brother to death... over the years I've learnt to let him fight his own battles and he's amazed me with his strength and moral courage... i have a deep respect for the adult he is now...
so last night... we were sitting around watching LIVE8 at Chijmes. Out of nowhere this British man in his 40s was shouting all sorts of racist things about Singapore and acting like a huge jerk... i could manage the anger...after all, this wasnt something new... he went on shouting for about 20 minutes and by then it was getting a bit old. He decided to spice it up a little more... "all you gay boys, all of you are fucking gay boys... gay boys and gay gals"... I began frowning at him... "What singaporean girl? You boring fuck! Gay gals... Fucking gay boys and gay gals"...
THAT DID IT!
I was on my 2nd glass of beer and my brain froze! I didnt recognize myself or anyone. For the first time in my life I just... lost it..
"HEY FAT FUCK, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"....
---ooops did I just say that---
Next thing I knew he came over and had his arm around one of my gay boy friends.
"Suck my dick. Why dont you suck it since you like it so much?"
I felt the same rage I used to feel for my brother...
"TAKE YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM"
Everything was a blur... i was blinded by anger... for that brief moment this man represented all the homophobia in the world... I wanted to smash a glass in his head... I thought of the times I lost my jobs... the times my friends got beaten up... and frankly... all the education and professionalism or emotional stability I'd built fell apart at that very moment...
Security came by... didnt do a thing... it wasnt an Indian or Malay or Chinese causing trouble... this man was White... he was merely told to return to his seat... my friends shouted at security to do their job... they didnt.
From the corner of my eye I watched how the man's friends were reacting... I saw signs of embarassment and just pure frustration... the 'fat fuck' threw a punch at his friend.... --- nose bleed.
He returned to our table and caused another scene... I yelled at him to leave us alone... i yelled at his friends to take care of their "racist, homophobic lunatic"....
His friend just looked at me and pointed to his bleeding nose... which was his way of saying..."Hey i got hurt too."
Security was not doing enough, so i called the police...the 'fat fuck' was escorted out.
I returned to the table and apologized for yelling at the poor man with the bleeding nose... some American guy came up to us and said he'd been wanting to take the 'fat fuck' down for a long time now... looks like he has had a reputation for causing such scenes...
Okay, i know yelling at him wasnt the most intellegent thing to do. But no one was saying anything and if i didnt yell back... then... i dunno... silence means consent... it's 2005 not 1935... he cant act like he owns the place anymore...I hope he remembers that a 5'2" Chinese woman yelled at him and called him a 'fat fuck'... i hope his friends tell everyone they know about what happened... so then they'll also know some 5'2" chinese girl yelled at a 5'8" fat English man for yelling racist and homophobic trash... i hope they'll tell this story well... i hope it goes around... i hope they take this story back to England.
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