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Cigarettes And Alcohol

September 5, 2007 – 2:25 am | 38 Comments

I finally came to my sense before embar­rass­ing myself by ask­ing the stu­pid ques­tion. Of course I wouldn’t find wine in a super­mar­ket. I was in Ontario !

You And Whose Army ?

August 8, 2007 – 10:38 pm | 19 Comments

I got off the bus and walked towards the bar­racks. I showed a piece of ID to the orderly who was stand­ing by the huge metal door and he let me in. Behind the doors were about a hun­dred peo­ple, all my age, anx­iously smok­ing cig­a­rettes and mak­ing small talk.

Diddly-Ho, Neighbor-ino

July 19, 2007 – 12:14 am | 27 Comments

See, I grew up in France in what North Amer­i­cans call an her­itage build­ing. I mean, you would prob­a­bly take a pic­ture of it. Six storey, white façade, bal­conies, big wooden door lead­ing to an inside court­yard, wooden stairs.

La Desaparecida

July 16, 2007 – 12:29 am | 31 Comments
La Desaparecida

I left many places, many peo­ple, many times. I packed my bag fol­low­ing the same immutable rit­ual count­less times: my sleep­ing bag at the bot­tom with plas­tic san­dals, towel, sweaters and other light clothes piled …

The Wall

July 12, 2007 – 1:27 am | 22 Comments

I’m a white female, 5’7, 20–30 years old. Sounds fairly com­mon, doesn’t it ? I mean, really, I don’t have any­thing spe­cial. So why don’t I fit in these bloody boxes ?

What We Sell To Coca-Cola Is Available Humain Brain Time

June 16, 2007 – 3:07 am | 20 Comments

See, back in France, it was quite sim­ple. I had a small black & white TV with a bro­ken antenna I had to trap between a pile of books and the edge of the couch in order to get a clear recep­tion. I only watched TV when : 1) I was copy­ing Chi­nese lessons 2) I was draw­ing 3) I was pluck­ing my eyebrows.Well, yeah. What was I sup­posed to do ? Watch it ??

Funny, How ?

May 21, 2007 – 10:00 pm | 15 Comments

We were three friends sit at a small wob­bly wooden table, set half on the side­walk, half on the curb side of the dusty road. We just came back from a bar where my roommate’s Chi­nese boyfriend was per­form­ing and we were starv­ing, crav­ing for a plat­ter of jiaozi. It was a hot and humid night in Nan­jing, China.

Where I Think Some People Are Just Plain Stupid

May 15, 2007 – 2:08 am | 3 Comments

While wait­ing at the garage, I read The Sun, a rag with a lot of bull­shit in it. It’s cheap (25 cents) but it’s bad. Really bad. The Sun pet themes are usu­ally : war is good, high taxes are bad, gay mar­riage is evil, gas is too expen­sive, any­one who doesn’t speak Eng­lish or isn’t of Eng­lish back­ground is a ter­ror­ist or an ille­gal immi­grant etc. Come on, I’m talk­ing about a news­pa­per which call “youths” “punks” !