Welcome to THE Village... sort of... not really.

Welcome to the Toisan Lives blog!

Where does the sudden love of Toisan and desire to spread the good language come from? It stems from my childhood, to which I vividly remember conversing with my grandmother. I can still feel the effects of the spit-filled words and funny dialect that no one else could decipher.

Although my Chinese consists mostly of Cantonese, I still love a good conversation in Toisan. However, I have noticed that the language is dying and I am determined to keep it alive. How am I doing this? Most of my friends have relatives with a Toisan background and can understand the language. I speak as often as I can in Toisan to these friends, most notably Christopher Dea. They laugh when I converse with them in Toisan but they will only respond in English. They don't want their Toisan to be heard.

Therefore, I've come up with a great idea. If the good language will not be spoken, it can be expressed on a t-shirt! This will keep Toisan on the map. PLUS, wearing these shirts will bring all sorts of Toisan brothers and sisters together, especially the closeted Toisanese (you know who you are!). Imagine wearing a Toisan Lives t-shirt and meeting someone from the same village as you!

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Saturday, March 20, 2010

Home Cooking

Growing up I used to ride my bike in the backyard around my Poh Poh's garden. It was a fun ride maneuvering through the huge winter melons (det gwah), dates lain out on the ground to dry, and most importantly, the stinky salted fish that hung from the clothesline.

Does this remind you of the Village? Yes, the San Gabriel Valley can be quite similar to Toisan.

Hom ngui is good old Toisan comfort food. It may be stinky, but it tastes delicious. There is nothing like it! I sure miss my Poh Poh.

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