pre-work
today i got to work early. what did i do? i decided to buy myself a small coffee - this is my fix (if ididn't mention, that coffee abstinence at the beginning of this semester was short-lived for 3 weeks).
so i get my small cup of molten-hot java and add my serving of sugar and her accompanying husband, low-fat milk. what happens next you ask? well, i put my safety-sipping lid on the cup, of course - because walking through the mall, especially when there's an antique show (oh how i fucking hate rich malls and their antique shows that clog the hallways; that shall be a whole'nother post one day), is pretty dangerous with a hot coffee. but enough of this drifting away from my point, i put on my lid...it doesnt feel fastened. i push a tad harder, just a tad..and what happens?...

it explodes!

the bitch exploded on me.
the cup collapsed on one side, the lid flipped open and the coffee bascially exploded!
it was almost as bad as a tsunami danger zone. there was coffee everywhere.
meanwhile, im cursing (to myself), but at the same time, knowing me, laughing.
a japanese-canadian man in his late-30s, who also has a coffee, sees my dilemma, smirks jokingly and questions, "oh, what happend here?". i continue to laugh all the while like a semi-embarrased moron. he goes, "yanno, theyll give you another coffee". i reply, and wanting to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible to clean up and start work, "it's ok, not that much spilled anyhow".
leaving, he says, "hey, it happens sometimes..coffee explodes".

i thought that was a pretty funny highlight of my day.

post-work
i go home and my daddy and i head over to my homie aaron's house.

his toilet and/plumbing is busted; my dad is a licenced plumber/licenced electrician/contractor/filipino bob villa.

we get there, introductions are made between my dad and aaron's chinese-filipino mother.
now i've heard filipino-chinese people speak tagalog to eachother,and that was normal thru my eyes. but to see a chinese-filipino talking to my dad, IN TAGALOG was just a culture shock to me somehow, for some reason. dunno why, it just was.
i thought that was cool..and to all my filipino-chinese readers (dee, aaron, et. al) i had to say, i was just as shocked as the chinese and white people (from my 2nd year east asian studies course) who heard me talking straight, solid english.
it's like they never thought an asian guy could speak english just as good as the white guy who does the news...that's the level of my 'uninformedness'.

[can you imagine?]

"ako si dan rather"

it was just new to me that's all.

earlier that day
(a bonus)
i was watching community public access on channel 10 (see what basic cable has you appreciating?) and they did this feature on mack miya.
he's this japanese-canadian man from british columbia who came to toronto and trained body builders, pro-wrestlers and 'real' athletes. to most, he's considered as one of the pioneers of the fitness movement that thrived during the 1970s (when steroids were accepted). what's cool about this guy, other than being a fellow-asian in the fitness/health world, is that he designed and made his own barbells, dumbells, benches, punching pads and other equipment. you shoulda seen this piece on channel 10, i swear, some of the machines that he designed are simply genius.

before, mack gained numerous recognitions for his involvement in training. on top of that he was once the world's superstrong man on top of smashing a record in being the first to bench-press 500lbs.

today, mack is 80 years old, shys away from fats, salts and sugars.
he plans to live another 50 years.
i dont know if that's possible but if you wanna meet him, you can check out his notorious mack's gym in toronto.

too bad there's jack-shit about him available on the internet.
i just might have to get my island brown ass over there one of these days.

[a side note...]
y'all asian brothers need to stop being so concerned with your muscle in the gym and in your online internet pictures.
you goofs.


[sorry, i couldn't outside link asianavenue or friendster,
but im sure you know it's just the same as this.
and what's with this dramatic expression?
dude either has a pickle up his butt or is about to vomit.
michelangelo didn't sculpt you]
asian masculinity isn't asserted through your muscle or your rice rockets as previous thought - it's through you.
please.