the talk on being queer and hapa was quite interesting. i never realized the eugenics movement was so pervasive and that anti-miscegenation laws were around for so long. obvious parallels with the gay marriage controversy these days. am personally all for gay marriage. the government cannot and does not have the right to "protect the sanctity of marriage." it's all couched in religious terms that are not applicable to everyone anyway. marriage should be a legal contract; an individual's reasons for marriage should be their own. gay marriages cannot result in procreation? plenty of marriages between a male and a female also do not result in procreation, whether by choice or circumstance. and don't get me started on bush and his proposal for lower income marriages. bush needs to stay away from marriage. bah.

anyway, yuri kochiyama tonight! i am seriously excited. like seriously. [god, i'm californian. need to stop with the "likes."]
beyond the margins: a week dedicated to women. once again, come. i'll love you forever and ever and ever...okay, maybe not. but for a really long time at least!

and this is pretty embarrassing, but i teared up at "you got served" and cried at "50 first dates." almost sobbed. it was just so touching! adam sandler makes drew barrymore fall in love with him again everyday! "wouldn't it be nice" by the beach boys utilized so well!
something is dreadfully wrong with me these days =P
[side note: the soundtrack to "50 first dates" is comprised of all 80s songs covered by contemporary bands. 311's cover of the cure's "love song" is surprisingly good!]

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"Black Star" -Radiohead

i get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown
well, what am i to do?
i know all the things around your head and what they do to you
what are we coming to?
what are we gonna do?

blame it on the black star
blame it on the falling sky
blame it on the satellite that beams me home

the troubled words of a troubled mind i try to understand
what is eating you
i try to stay awake but it's 58 hours since that i last slept with you
what are we coming to?
i just don't know anymore

blame it on the black star
blame it on the falling sky
blame it on the satellite that beams me home

i get on the train and i just stand about now
that i don't think of you
i keep falling over, i keep passing out
when i see a face like you
what am i coming to?
i'm gonna melt down

blame it on the black star
blame it on the falling sky
blame it on the satellite that beams me home

so valentine's day is over. and although it bothers me on a principled level that valentine's day boils down to a glut of commercialism and the yahoo crossword puzzle is full of themed answers like "box of chocolates," "candle-lit dinner," and "valentine's card," v-day wasn't too bad.

went home, saw my mom and brandon, made love to my laundry, met our new puppy, had a good dinner with my family and the yeungs, hung out with bernie...what a comfortable day. sadly, i couldn't see the fremont/milpitas crew, play beer pong with hai, or get my drink on, but there's only so much time in a valentine's day...and clean laundry is critical. :) and i apologize to bernie: who knew finding an e-card with a buxom blond on it would be so difficult? okay, so maybe i didn't try very hard. my bad. all the links to porn sites were starting to scare me.

from stan: boys are stupid, throw rocks at them. for real. i'd have to say that i'm frighteningly good at this game. watch out, boys :)

post-valentine's sharing:
quotes cherry and christina want to share

"Mom, romance is dead. It was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece." -Lisa Simpson [should i be worried that i have that memorized word for word now?]

"you can't make someone love you. you can only stalk them and hope they panic and give in."

"men are like parking spaces. all the good ones are taken and the rest are handicapped."

selections from 2003 romantic poetry by me
roses are red
violets are blue
venereal diseases are bad
so i guess you are too

roses are red
violets are blue
i have a foot fetish
just let me do your shoe
[the link above refers you to the "warped poetry anthology" by michelle and me. there's also a special Ultimate Poem at the end of michelle's post. read only if not easily offended.]

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"So Unsexy" -Alanis Morissette

oh, these little rejections, how they add up quickly
one small sideways look and i feel so ungood
somewhere along the way, i think i gave you the power to make
me feel the way i thought only my father could

oh, these little rejections, how they seem so real to me
one forgotten birthday, i'm all but cooked
how these little abandonments seem to sting so easily
i'm 13 again, am i 13 for good?

i can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
so unloved for someone so fine
i can feel so boring for someone so interesting
so ignorant for someone of sound mind

oh, these little protections how they fail to serve me
one forgotten phone call and i'm deflated
oh, these little defenses, how they fail to comfort me
your hand pulling away and i'm devastated

when will you stop leaving, baby?
when will i stop deserting, baby?
when will i start staying with myself?

oh, these little projections, how they keep springing from me
i jump my ship as i take it personally
oh, these little rejections, how they disappear quickly
the moment i decide not to abandon me