With our successful premier edition on 01 May, we’ve recieved a lot of great feedback, and will take each under careful consideration. In our next edition, we will improve and expand upon many different areas. [click for more]
It’s always difficult to express feelings, and because of this, people sometimes get mixed signals. This is definitely true when it comes to ethnicity and race matters. In this world, we now must be increasingly wary of how we express our thoughts, and how we act and react. Thus becoming increasingly difficult to simply speak.
It’s not so much that people occasionally speak loudly to me because they think that in doing so I’ll understand them better. It’s more that they don’t understand that even if I didn’t know a word of English, the volume of their voice makes zero impact on my comprehension.
“I’m a taxi driver in Calcutta…I’m a taxi driver in Calcutta…” my drivers’ tape deck sang out in a creepily chirpy voice, as my cab sped solo on an empty expressway to the Shanghai Pudong International Airport.
Growing up, I listened to all forms of music. When I was really young, I was really into rock music. There was just something about cranking guitars and the hard beats of the drums that really caught my attention. Then, you put that together with lead singers like Steven Tyler of Aerosmith or Axl Rose of Guns ‘N’ Roses and you had awesome music.
I have been living and working in Japan for a bit over a year and a half. In that time I’ve had many fun, unusual, exciting, disgusting experiences from surviving the culinary experience of fugu, aka blowfish, to clubbing at some unique spots in Tokyo. I think one must-do experience for anyone in Japan is going to an onsen, a hot spring.
At times, the oddest things are sometimes the best blessings in disguise. September 11th was a Godsend for a country like Pakistan, which was on the brink of bankruptcy. That fateful event led to the questioning of everyone who slightly resembled an Afghan Taliban leader and had “Mohammed” or “Osama” in their name.
I dream in a bilingual mess; not Chinese nor English because I master neither. Call it “Chinglish” if you will, but it is more than simply a conglomeration of language. Inside my dreams, inside my unconscious mind, I span two continents, two cultures.
I’m just your run of the mill Asian kid. I also happen to be from Southern California, born and raised. Which makes me a Valley boy, born and raised. Living in this particular part of the Valley doesn’t give a person much of a chance to really know the definition of being Asian.
In Wat Tham Krabok, a Hmong refugee camp in Thailand, many rushed to register for U.S. immigration before the deadline — and before the camp would finally close down. Thailand’s government had issued an ultimatum: to either move elsewhere or face forced repatriation to Laos.
