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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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Inevitable


Growing up, there were countless times I was labeled "moh yoong." I was "moh yoong" for many reasons: dropping my food on the floor, forgetting my homework at home, not doing my chores, watching too much TV, breaking a window, lighting stuff on fire, beating up my brother... etc. But it usually rang loudest when I brought home my report card and attended parent-teacher conferences. Lets just say I was not the scholarly type growing up and my brother was the overachieving type. He had to go and get straight A's all the time, managed to skip a grade and was a usual favorite to most of his teachers. In the eyes of my parents, my future didn't look too bright. They didn't know what to do with me. Heck, I didn't know what to do with myself. I just didn't care enough to work hard. I always managed to get by and I still do. I turned 27 today and I started to think back to all the things I've done since I graduated high school. I was blown away by how much I actually managed to do the last 9 years. I managed to graduate high school and college, maintain a job, and marry an awesome girl who can only say "pai gwut" and nothing else. I guess being "moh yoong" isn't so bad after all.

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Thursday, June 10, 2010

Cleaning House

As Toisan folk, we all know what this represents. I know it brings back funny yet very painful memories but most of us are better for it now. While the sting still resonates, and the memories of the loose feathers lie on the ugly green carpet after seeing the feather duster in action, I will always attribute my fear of authority to my upbringing.















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Disgusting Habit

My dad is an avid smoker as are most Toisan fathers. I've never seen a Toisan female smoke before now that I think about it. Why do you think that is? I remember as a child I would try to hide my dad's cancer sticks around the house thinking that I would be able to help him prevent lung cancer, and mine while I'm at it. Soon I found out he would just go buy more. It got worse when he started to buy the multipacks at Price Club (what is known as Costco). As much as I love my dad, the smoking needs to go. Not that I'm trying to get you guys to buy this shirt but the word does need to spread. Lets save our Toisan fathers one shirt at a time. Okay, maybe I am trying to get you guys to buy the shirt...















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