Rent - The Movie

Tonight, I went to see the movie Rent. It's the Broadway musical turned movie. I really enjoyed it, even though I don't know the songs, and I felt that some of the songs were too modern for my liking.

However, this movie focused a lot on love across different spectrums. There was a couple that was HIV +, and one of them was a drag queen. There was a lesbian couple, and there was also a couple where one of them was a heroin addict/user.

What bugs me about people in this story, and perhaps people in general, is that they don't know how to hold onto love. It's not like love hits you everyday, and good love. Most of the time, it's lust, or bad love. For example, in the film, the couple of (Tom) Collins and Angel was the envy of everyone. When Angel passed away, there was a song where two people said that they would love to have felt the love that Angel felt with Collins. It made me think of a comparison that my brother made about dating or love. He said, "You have choice in dating? I thought it was like waiting for a bus... Once you see one that takes you to where you need to go, you hop on."

* Sigh *

But on a side note: Congratulations to my friend Laura, who found out that she was pregnant. She's going to be a mother.

Oh Really?

Raoul instant messaged me today, and told me that he had to mindfuck someone.

So, to clarify, I asked him if he did the type of mindfucking where he played with someone's heart or emotions?

He claimed that he never plays with anyone's heart, because that's a one way ticket to bad karma town.

Right... I also suppose that my brother will give up his Conservative ways and vote NDP.

This is the third time I've seen this guy...

Today, I went to Resto du village for a greasy spoon breakfast. Ever since my friend Sky showed me this resto or "diner", I have been a fairly regular customer, since their food is cheap.

The first time I was there with my friend, he came in on rollerblades, and took them off at the door, since rollerblades are not allowed in the establishment. While I was chatting with my friends, I would constantly glance over and look at him. I think he's handsome, good looking. He's always there alone, so I don't know if he's single or his partner/boyfriend just doesn't like greasy spoon.

The second time I saw this guy, it was when I went to the film Sommersturm (Summer Storm) with my friend. I told my friend that I saw him at a restaurant, and I didn't know if he was gay. And he told me that chances are pretty good, since he's lining up for a queer film. lol

The third time I saw him was today. I went to get some greasy spoon brunch, and I walked into the restaurant, and he was there! I took a table strategically so that I could catch a glimpse of him whenever I got bored with my reading. He was wearing however, a manhunt.net t-shirt... So, I don't know what exactly he's looking (for).

Anyway, I think he's cute and handsome. He's got a good body, but I think he maybe in his late thirties or early forties... Which would mean that if we ever became boyfriends (but the chance of that is probably highly unlikely), there would be a good age difference between us.

Oh well... Onwards. I can always admire from afar...

Anastacia again :)

Anastacia does it again. I recently received her first album in the mail, which I had ordered online. I listened to it, and it is again very good. She has many, many power music songs on this album too. She must really know what it means to be hurt by men who are jerks!

Some of the songs on this album are: Left Outside Alone and Pretty Dum Dum. These two songs really speaks out against scrubs!

Never lose hope however. The one that was meant for you is out there, if you haven't found him/her yet.

Love is also quite delicate...

Yesterday night, I was at Jeunesse lambda, and I found out something that really made me realize how delicate love can be.

There was a guy there, whose name was Marc (not his real name). Three weeks ago, Marc and his ex Shaun (not his real name as well), were like milk and honey. They were always together, they would sit next to each other, they would dance with each other, kiss each other.

Even last week, they were doing that, despite the fact that Marc and Shaun separated part way on their way to the metro station, because Shaun wanted to play pool and Marc wanted to grab a bite to eat. They still looked lovey-dovey.

This week, when I saw Shaun at the door, he looked kind of upset, and Marc didn't look upset. However, he didn't sit next to Shaun, and sort of avoided him all night. My intuition was that they had broken up, and I got the confirmation from Marc. I gave him a hug and told him to be strong before he left.

But this makes you think doesn't it? One week and it changed everything between Marc and Shaun.

Love is a many splendered thing...

Tonight, I was invited to two films at image+nation 2005 (Imagination, which is the Montréal queer film festival).

I saw two films tonight: Sommersturm (Summer Storm) and a short called Starcrossed.

Although I enjoyed both, I found the first one (the short) more powerful. These were both queer films, and both had a hint of love in them.

Sommersturm was about Tobi who discovers that he's gay and has fallen in love with his straight best friend. I won't go into all the details, but there is heartbreak, denial, etc. in this film.

The short, called Starcrossed is about two brothers who end up falling in love with each other, in a world that frowns upon their kind of love. I thought this was a very well done short. I looked on the website, and it said that the feature length of the film is being worked on. (I am thinking feature length means a movie in the theatres). This looks very interesting, and I found the ending of the short tragic, but moving and touching.

I thought that the DVD of Sommersturm was going to come with the short Starcrossed, but then I realized that it was part of the festival doing, so it probably won't. I'm now less inclined to buy the DVD for that movie.

A few things to say...

So, I haven't had the time to blog in about a week... Wow, how time flies when you're busy.

This installment is to catch up on a few things I liked and/or wanted to comment on, but I never had the chance to.

On Thursday night, I bumped into (while chatting online) someone whom I was interested in while I was in Kingston. Although, he was teasing me a bit, and wouldn't tell me who he was, and made me guess... I was glad however, that I was finally able to guess whom he was... He told me that he met an Algerian man, with whom he feels things are going well, so he comes up to Montréal quite often. He has said that maybe next time he comes up to Montreal, which could be this coming weekend, or the next one, that we could go for a coffee or a meal or something like that. I was quite happy to bump into him online.

On Friday night, I met a shy guy at Jeunesse lambda. At the end of the meeting, he wanted to grab a bite to eat, and since I was hungry too, I went with him to resto du village for a quick bite to eat. We both had poutine... He had the Italian poutine (tomato based meat sauce with cheese curds and fries), while I had poutine with sausage (regular poutine with gravy and cheese curds, but they also put in sausage (wieners). It was quite funny, as Friday fell on the same day as the first of the lunar calendar month, and I am vegetarian on the first and the fifteenth of the lunar calendar month. So, I had to wait until 12 midnight to dig into my poutine.

While I was having my poutine, I had a great conversation with the shy guy. (SG) I found out what sort of music he was into (underground), what sort of literature he likes (Poe's poems), and what type of cuisine he likes (Italian). I had a great time chatting with him. In fact, I had such a good time chatting, that I didn't notice the time, and by the time we left, the last metro was long gone. So, we split a cab back home... We hailed a cab, and it dropped me off at my place. I gave him seven dollars (SG said five was fine, but I insisted minimum seven, as the running total at that point was already $7.85)

Today, I was making a meatball sauce for my spaghetti, and I was kind of torn as to whether or not I was going to invite SG, since the rule was you don't call until three days after you meet, as you don't want to seem needy. Upon a suggestion from a friend, I did, and he came over for dinner. He helped me with cutting the rest of the garlic and carrots while I prepared meatballs (turkey meatballs from scratch, not pre-made by President's Choice). Again, we had great conversation, at least I felt we did. He was honest with me, and told me some details that I would have never expected. He stayed until about 11:00 p.m. local time, and even though I didn't want him to go, and he didn't look like he wanted to go (but I am perhaps a bad reader of such signs), I made sure he went, so that he at least had a chance to shoot for the last metro on the blue line. We had a good night hug before he left, which I thought was quite sweet, but I had to initiate the hug. I wasn't too sure if he wanted one...

Now, I have to pack my sauce, and do the leftover dishes.

What a jerk!

I was chatting online with a guy today. I looked at his profile, and he asked the question, "Where's Mr. Right?"

And so I started the chat by saying, "Don't we all want to the answer to that question."

So, we continued chatting and I found out that he was a political science student at UdM. (Université de Montréal).

Thus, I proceeded to ask if he were francophone, and he told me yes. Then he asked me if I were francophone.

I informed that I wasn't, and that I was Chinese (or Chinese-Canadian), but people tell me I'm an enlightened anglophone.

He then wrote "Chin!" and logged off...

I talked with a friend, and he told me that the term is short for Chin-toque, which is a derogatory French term for Chinese people. It's sort of like Chink in English.

I am bit annoyed, as I would have not expected this type of talk from someone who's doing a degree in Political science at UdM to say this. (And he's 23 or 24). How do you expect to get votes when you go around calling every ethnic minority derogatory names? I'm not surprised that he hasn't found his Mr. Right yet...