The airport seemed like a megalithic bathroom, with its janitorial-fresh aroma, pale yellow tiled walls, and green steeped corridors. We headed into the front lobbies near the baggage checkpoints and ticket counters where my mom scoured the proximity for her brother, Uncle Bhoy.

“You Americans will look at us with fear and then, you will respect us.” I do not totally agree with those two statements. The United States already fears China. How can anyone not fear a country that has one-sixth of the world’s population?

Case in point: the Taiwan – China dilemma. The relationship between the two countries is so ambiguous at the moment, and politicians and citizens alike are quite content to leave it that way, putting it off ‘til tomorrow.

As it stands, however, “Unleashed” serves its purpose in describing the central idea of the film. Jet Li plays Danny, a feral, warrior man-child who lives like a dog under the cruel hands of Bart (Bob Hoskins). Like a dog, he wears a collar around his neck signifying both property and obedience. When Bart removes the collar, Danny goes nuts and beats the crap out of anyone in the room.

The last week of school is a breeze, filled with games and movies and parties. Teachers pass out assignments to keep the students busy but have no intention of grading them. As a middle school teacher once confided, the final grades are already locked in, the students are just doing busy work now.

Much of the Philippines’ charm lies underwater. Her thriving marine life makes for usual and unusual creatures bursting with brilliant colors in all sizes and shapes, perfect for underwater exploration.

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’ve tried to write this review of Chanwook Park’s Oldboy several times already. (You can ask my editor about how long it took me to finally hand this in.) But no matter what I talk about I can’t seem to get at the core of the movie’s appeal. I can’t seem to say exactly what I want to say.

“Once you’ve seen one pagoda, you’ve seen them all,” said one Polish backpacker I met outside the walls of the Forbidden City in Beijing.

The San Francisco Cherry Blossom Festival began in 1967 as a community reaction to the city’s urban redevelopment in the 1960’s. What started out as a means to keep the Japanese-American community connected to its motherland has grown into one of Northern California’s most colorful and renowned celebrations of Asian culture.