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A Rose Has Teeth: The Fresh Prince of Guangzhou
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009. The Fresh Prince of Guangzhou. Master interrogators. They don't use waterboarding, so much as a barrage of personal questions. Walking fashion faux-pas. Wearing shirts and floral curtains as dresses on top on 6' heels that they certainly can't walk in. Man-hunters. You're not married, are you teacher? Oh, that's 'single' in China. And as much as I see these walking cliches, there will always be that lovable black sheep in the school:. His name is Medo. He's from Saudi Arabia.
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A Rose Has Teeth: December 2008
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Sunday, December 28, 2008. Donshankou， Guangzhou。 You are sitting in the hot pot restaurant, a 3-walled kitchen with low, rickety tables and plastic dollar store stools. It is raining. You can hear the man at the table beside you smacking his lips and sniffing back his la jiao-induced snot. There are also many voices from out on the street. A child shouting, the squeak of brakes from a bicycle. Rain drops hitting a tin roof. This is one of your favourite sounds. It is not desolate here. A Rose Has Teeth.
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A Rose Has Teeth: I love you, the Internet.
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009. I love you, the Internet. After this ridiculous hiatus of not really getting around to finding a * pass system, i've gotten around to it. Hey, guess what? I'm at a bar with my friends. Literally, one minute ago a student of mine sits down and peers over my shoulder quietly reading the previous sentence. Privacy doesn't exist here. I can't even remember the last time I blogged. I feel like I'm going to blow a load all over my trousers. This comment has been removed by the author.
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A Rose Has Teeth: November 2008
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Saturday, November 1, 2008. Loft 345's S M Halloween party. It just keeps getting better. First it was a rooftop nudist party. Then it was Justice Yeldham and The Dynamic Ribbon Device, the glass-eating contact mike performance (with Frank Booth's noise rock to open). Last night was Loft 345's S M Halloween party. I showed up dressed up in my costume, a mummy with (scant) bandages and to my surprise, the clientele that night consisted mainly of fully-dressed Chinese sans costume. More beer. Some wine.
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A Rose Has Teeth: April 2010
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Thursday, April 29, 2010. Oh sweet baby Jesus! Our apartment smells like the blue cheese everyone ate last night. I think there's a piece smeared on toast left in the trashbin nearby. So, we had this lovely feast yesterday. It was all planned out by my roomates, that we'd go to the Foreign goods supermarket and buy all of this salad stuff like dried figs, cheese, tinned fish, and durum wheat pasta for a fantastic salad party. Thursday, April 15, 2010. Chicken stock as brain lubricant. Add a whole chicken...
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A Rose Has Teeth: Bonjour Tristesse
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Monday, May 4, 2009. This is Françoise Sagan . She is the author of. This is a still from the movie version of. The semi-clad lady on the right is Jean Seberg. You may recognize her from the movie. If you are very chic and know some French, the movie is also called. À bout de souffle). Robert Plant's penis or Jean Seberg's bottom? Movie and literature trivia. She's one of my fav. writer cuz you can never form an image of an old francoise Sagan in your brain. May 4, 2009 at 9:02 PM. Lola, how right you are.
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A Rose Has Teeth: April 2009
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Monday, April 27, 2009. So, Angie and I are standing in the elevator. I turn to her and say:. If you were a potato, I'd cover you in paint and stamp your image onto everything because I think everything should look like you.". My roomate is mean. Tuesday, April 21, 2009. The Fresh Prince of Guangzhou. Master interrogators. They don't use waterboarding, so much as a barrage of personal questions. Man-hunters. You're not married, are you teacher? Oh, that's 'single' in China. Shades inside and Air Nikes.
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A Rose Has Teeth: Chicken stock as brain lubricant
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Thursday, April 15, 2010. Chicken stock as brain lubricant. This morning I woke up to the alarm clock from my cell. It irritated me, so I turned it off, forgetting that my girlfriend needed to get up. Wake up again. Fuck, she'll be late. Wake up again. Rip off the blankets from sleeping, crusty-eyed bedmate. I now realize sleeping in and cutting class should happen more often. Cantonese soup making goes exactly like this:. Fill pot 2/3 full of water and boil. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Sum of My Parts: YaY!
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The Sum of My Parts. I don't know, a bunch of crap i wrote down. Wednesday, May 30, 2007. I finally posted a new part of When Asleep. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). To see what is right, and not to do it, is want of courage or of principle. -Confucius. Mission, BC, Canada. I am like a bag of marbles. I'm loud, colourful, and totally boring after about two minutes. View my complete profile. Uninspired, thats why. now lets all eat cake. When Asleep comes to life! Its Only Racist if its not Funny.
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A Rose Has Teeth: February 2009
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009. Location: Vancouver, Canada. Time: obscenely early, thankyouverymuch jet lag. I've been in this country for the last week now, visiting friends and tending to my family's current predicament. It's been interesting to say the least. My two dear friends, a lesbian couple from this area, have had me over for the last few days in their attic suite, situated on a couch between two ferrets and a cat. Nothing is funnier than two lesbians being domestic. Nothing. A train to the ocean.
