do people read this?

yo........i hate blogging. i hate writing long posts so I never write anything and because I haven't written in so long I end up writing long posts.

updates...
-found lesbians!!!!! all this time I've been going to all these spots for gay men, asking myself "where be all the lezzies?" I found an answer to my question! Well maybe not all the lezzies...but a substantial amount hang out at this one karaoke bar. I went there twice. I met the owner, who used to live in France...so we parlered (pronounced "parlaid") some francais. I also met her ex-lover, who's a viet kieu from canada (viet kieu are overseas vietnamese who come back...so yours truly is also a VK)..so she speaks english. hopefully she can help me with this project and introduce me to folks...but i kind of fucked up already. I accidentally mislabeled her number in my phone...so I had this other guy Dat's number saved under her name. So in VN, I haven't been calling anyone, only text messaging. I thought I had set up a lunch meeting with her but it was really with Dat. I was confused and confused everyone and now she thinks i'm weird...but hopefully will still talk to me anyway. so who is this Dat guy? he's this 21 year old hottie who sometimes hangs out with gay men a lot but still claims to be straight (even though our mutual gay friends tell me about dat's love life with boys). Dat used to be in an unsuccessful boyband called Four Candles, from age 18-20. however, i don't think they released a CD.

anyways, with the advent of this lezzie karaoke place, i'm slowly inching my way into the dyke community here. it's difficult though. gay men are friendlier and open and just talk to you. And for fun they like to go out dancing, which I find fun, so when I go to a gay bar to do field observations it's fun. so far, i've only seen lezzies sing karaoke, which can be fun, but it's hard to do repeated sessions of field observations there (i can only take so much karaoke...). i have that problem in the states...queer women whom i'm not already friends with intimidate the shit out of me.

- :'-( There was this eccentric, wacky, awkward, funny guy who worked the graveyard shift named Lee. I don't think that's his real name but that's the name he told us. He gave me his phone number and at first Kyla thought he was creepy but after chatting with him, decided that he was just quirky. we had ice cream with him, and later dubbed him "lazy crazy lee" as a nickname accurately describing his nature. Me and Kyla would often sit in the lobby and watch World Cup matches with him, and the security guard Thien. Thien is like your lanky, tall kid brother. When he nods his head yes, his whole upper body goes up and down too. Watching the world cup with them reminded me of Pomona, like going into a lounge and just hanging out with people. It felt homey, which is hard to do in a hotel. The sketchiest people come to the hotel at all hours of the night, often stumble over yourself sloppy kind of drunk. The graveyard shift sucks ass. Part of the reason why I heart Lee is cuz he doesn't take shit from people. However, cuz he doesn't take shit from people, he got fired last week on the spot for being disrespectful to a customer. Service is really important here. People are super attentive, hovering around you, doing stuff for you that you could easily do for yourself (like open your can of soda), all of which makes me feel supes uncomfortable. some rich people here, especially some at our hotel, feel hella entitled to this treatment, having no problems with making someone lose their job in response to having their ego bruised.