Sunday, December 30, 2007

4 things that I wish Santa had brought me


Being that we're Chinese and non-religious, my family doesn't celebrate Christmas. Accordingly, there's no gift-exchange, which is just as well because I think I'm rather hard to shop for these days.

For the kind-hearted soul out there who wants to introduce me to the magic of Christmas, here are 4 things that I wish Santa had brought me:

1) Swarovski Philips Heart Beat Flash Drive - because I am a true geek girl. Broadway should take note that the key to my heart comes in 1GB increments.

2) Any number of these alarm clocks - because I need help. I was your annoying, snooze-happy college roommate, and I've gotten worse since school let out. Maybe if my bank account were in jeopardy, just maybe, I would finally get out of bed.

3) F-me-boots - because every girl needs the PERFECT pair. While at the mall the other day, I overheard a girl describe the perfect boots to her friend:

"I want a pointy toe that's not too pointy, and a high pointy heel, but not stiletto. That sounds simple, but I'm having such a hard time finding the right pair."

Amen sistah, I couldn't have put it better myself.
Signed, Bootless and Incomplete.

4) The answer to why my "Blog Archives" navigation is screwed up in IE (7.0). Being a Firefox-only user, I accidentally opened IE today and realized that all IE users see a mess of a navigation bar. After a couple of hours (!!) of CSS template changes, I have finally given up. My only hope now is Santa.

Friday, December 28, 2007

kids are funny like that

My race and ethnicity have never come up on this blog, and in general are not abnormally major factors (benefitting or detracting) in my everyday life. I am who I am, and my background is a part of that. I've never felt the need to highlight it, nor to hide it, and can honestly (and luckily) say that I only recall one time in which I felt my race was addressed inappropriately, but that's another story for another day.

I am Asian, specifically Chinese. Having grown up almost entirely in the US in non-Asian-centered communities, I'm very much middle-class American, much more so than I am Asian or Chinese. Once in a while, though, my ethnic background creeps into my life in unexpected ways .

Over the last couple of months, Broadway and I got into a few arguments because I have a tendency to poke fun at him when we are hanging out with other couples, in nonchalant and careless/carefree ways.

"Yeah, Broadway wouldn't let me go get a drink with my friends the other day", I would say with a flicker of mischief in my eyes.

Or, "Broadway got mad at me last week because I closed his computer browser", and I would give him a flirty pout.

He didn't take the comments as lightheartedly and goodnaturedly as I intended them, accusing me instead of wanting to take revenge out of spite in front of his (our) friends, perhaps because I was still secretly holding a grudge. I knew for sure I wasn't doing it to be spiteful nor malicious, but I also had no answers when he continued grilling me:

"Just WHY do you do this? Why do you make it so uncomfortable for me and for our friends? They don't know how to deal with this!"

I didn't know why I did it. I just thought they were fun couple-y comments. In a way, I saw them as evidence of our having fun little domestic disputes like any ol' couple. That concept was completely unfathomable to Broadway. What would ever possess me to think that disputes are cute and fun, he asked.

I had no answers to that. But now I think those comments came from my innate Chinese upbringing.

Being home, I see my parents interact, and they're constantly poking fun at each other in similar ways in the company of others. They bicker and banter in front of other couples lovingly and easily, as it is a way of communication for them. Chinese soap operas I watch narrate similar couple dynamics between the characters.

I must have picked up the behavior from my parents and my culture while growing up and translated it in my own mind as evidence of a healthy, normal relationship.

I never realized that this form of couple communication is considered unnatural in the mainstream American culture, or so Broadway tells me. Ethnicity and upbringing can be funny like that. They are so innate to me and make all the sense in the world to the point that their influence on my actions are completely imperceivable to me. I think that everyone would understand and interpret my actions the way I would.

Only an outsider like Broadway could point out the disconnect, along with completely misunderstanding it.

On the other hand, while I recognize that this type of couple banter is probably not the American norm, I think my particular interactions with Broadway are further ill-received because of his innate sensitivities and particular preconditioned inclination to reject this type of humor.

As kids, whether we realized it or not, we all picked up ideas and standards of conduct that would subconsciously govern our entire adult lives.

Here's to hoping that most of us picked up the good ones.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

I'm really laid-back and easy-going

Being home is high time for filling my daily schedule with brunches and dinners and movies and drinks with people I never see or call except for when I come home during the holidays. The things is, I just haven't felt like it this year, so I've only gotten in touch with one person, well, he got in touch with me. He has some history associated with him, namely being my high school crush for all of 9th and 10th grade. Now he's dating some girl who lives in Taiwan. They met on the internet and call each other every day. But who am I to judge?

Back on point ... we made plans to see a movie together day after Christmas (yesterday). We somewhat settled on No Country for Old Men, but since it wasn't completely finalized, I told him to just pick something playing around 9pm, and that I'd be up for pretty much anything.

So he calls me mid-afternoon, while I'm rummaging through the sales racks at Express:

High School Crush: Hey, how about Aliens and Predator?
Me: wait, are you serious?
HSC: haha, I'm just kidding.
Me: oh okay, because I was gonna veto that one
HSC: haha, I was just kidding. How about National Treasuer?
Me: err ... (silence as I try to figure out a way to get out of this)
HSC: oh wait, did you see the first one?
Me: oh no, I didn't see the first one. yeah, that's probably not a good choice. (phew!)
HSC: What about American Gangster?
Me: hmm ... yeah, I'm not really into that
HSC: okay, I guess that leaves us with No Country for Old Men then.
Me: oh, yeah, that sounds great. wait, are you sure that movie's okay with you?
HSC: yeah, no problem. I'm easy.

See how easygoing and laid-back I am? I'm floored by my own easy-to-please, go-with-the-flow nature.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

art appreciation :)

Despite being musically/culturally challenged, this is still pretty cool, and I know enough to appreciate not only the novelty of sleevefaces but also the few artists' names whom I actually recognized :)

Merry Christmas everybody!

not feeling any better

Last night's post was prompted by a fight Broadway and I had right before going to sleep. The gist of it was his saying we have all kinds of communications devices, there's no reason to prolong phone conversations, especially when we've been talking to each other throughout the day on gchat. My perspective was that talking on gchat doesn't do it for me, especially when he's multi-tasking, and I end up drumming my fingers waiting for the "typing..." indication and finally the actual message.

He asked since we have so much communication, why do we need to keep talking over the phone? To which I said I like the phone, and it gives me a sense of intimacy that's impossible over IM. To which he replied that the phone is no better than IM to him; they're all the same, and none of them can replace actual personal interactions.

Fine, I said, but we're not together right now (I'm home for the holidays, he's still up in Boston), so the phone is the best we can do, the closest we can get to personal interactions. He went back to the point that the phone's no better than IM, and we talk all the time over IM. Finally I said since he seems to have a personal limit to how much he can talk to me in one day and with so many IM conversations, he sees the phone as unnecessary, and since the phone and IM are the same to him, I'd prefer that we just talk on the phone.

He claimed that I was making a stressful long-distance situation even more stressful.

I'm not sure how we even got into such a big fight, over communications with each other no less. He thinks that I'm stressed out about being away, and I think that's the most laughable idea. HE's the one who's stressed out, and somehow that's manifesting itself in weird ways like not wanting to talk on the phone.

We finally hung up, but then proceeded to argue more over IM, which is good and bad: because of the lack of intonation, I can't tell when he's angry angry and will just keep on saying things. We left things with my questioning the relationship (because of the same thoughts written here), and him being extremely angry.

The really bad part is that when I woke up this morning, I didn't feel any differently, and usually a night's sleep helps to mellow me out and makes me see all the things that I did wrong. I don't deny that I probably did some wrong in our fight last night, but I also can't help still feeling like that I'm settling.

settling

Today, I felt like I was settling, unquestionably. My relationships have always teetered on that line between settling and loving him with all of his quirks and faults and things that I can't stand. I couldn't pinpoint the exact quirk that irked me today, but I just had a general feeling of dissatisfaction.

Earlier in the day, I thought about Broadway's rejection of everything mainstream, including silly little phrases like "sweet nothings." I thought about it and I accepted it as a part of him. I sighed, accepting that I will never share "sweet nothings" with Broadway because he would never call them that. I accepted it and moved on.

Then I thought about his love of all things electronic, how the only times that you can truly see genuine excitement is when he is talking about electronics. He will go on and on and on explaining them, to the point of excruiating details that no one cares to know, especially not at a cocktail party of 3-line conversations. I get embarassed by him, feeling the squirm of his non-interested audience in those situations who just want to find some way of getting out of listening to him talking. Then I get embarassed with myself that I would reject such a central part of his personality.

I always think that we will make it work, that it's just a quirk we each have: his over-the-top attention to detail in storytelling and my highlighted sensitivity to social norms and insistence on following them.

Today, I also thought about when he dropped me off at the airport Saturday afternoon, how when we said goodbye, I didn't feel the swell of tears in my eyes. I very calmly hugged him, kissed him, and said goodbye. I was sad, but I had to tell myself that I was sad. It wasn't until a little bit later that I felt the slight surge of emotions and some tears welling up that I quickly (and easily) suppressed.

Am I telling myself that I feel strongly about this relationship because I want to feel strongly about this relationship? Does he feel strongly about this relationship for the same reasons? Because he wants to hold on to something that he knows will provide comfort?

Is this feeling of undeniable settling transient? Will I feel the same way tomorrow?

Sunday, December 23, 2007

how should i be reacting?

In my last confessions post, I linked to the Gentleman Gigolo blog, one that I had discovered recently and read religiously. Catching up on all my blogs today, I find out that Ethan, the Gentleman Gigolo, is dead. No joke. He ODed at a holiday party, so says a friend who posted on the blog soliciting help from readers in finding Ethan's family contact. (How did the friend have access to his blog?)

I didn't know Ethan, certainly, but the news hit me as if he were someone I knew for real. I certainly didn't regard it as matter-of-factly as I would a complete stranger in the obituaries, but then it feels so weird to react so familially to the death of an anonymous blogger I found on the internet. The situation is made even more awkward by the fact that I masturbated to his words just a couple of days ago. I am confused by the stark contrast of how I looked forward to new posts on his blog to serve as erotic turn-ons just this morning to the hard fact that the author of those words are now forever gone.

Life can be so strange sometimes.