Thursday, August 30, 2012
poor follow through
Friday, August 24, 2012
now i remember why i never joined the chinese student union back in college
i didn't want to move to Hong Kong. In fact, the only reason why I stayed was because I had absolutely no reason at all to go back.
I guess I can see why one (my mom) would have been worried about the state of my well-being at the time (link to: mugshot 1, mugshot 2, mugshot 3, mugshot 4, the ambulance and hospital bill for whatever the fuck happened that night I got wasted at Common Grounds, mugshot 5, and mugshot 6). Okay, the last couple of mugshots were a joke, I'm blanking on some of the other top examples -- but you get the jist: I was pretty fucking wild, in a fucked up alarming kind of way.
anyways, i knew my mom secretly wanted me to stay in HK when she booked my flight and made the return ticket completely date transferable, and maybe even refundable. except for a waitressing job at the only remaining restaurant in gville that I hadn't already gotten fired from, and maybe 2 close guy friends with a complicated love tri thing, the need for me to return to the states was a pathetic zero.
i could care less that I was born here. I mean yeah its fun to visit, because its like a big city and has really good transportation, but other than that I could care less about being Chinese. In fact, i'm pretty sure i've hated almost every chinese person i've ever met in the states. they were all so fucking stereotypical, mindless fucking retards who for no reason at all ('success' and strict parents don't count) worked really fucking hard to get really good grades. i hate how everyone is fucking stupid, there is no good music, no alternative thinking, and anything that comes close just turns out to be not really all that good or a stupid fucking fashion trend.
oh and fuck all these overseas chinese asshole pricks who come back to their native country thinking they are the shit of course they feel at home. and everyone thinks they're all impressive and shit, what with their overseas education and their flawless english (with which they use to talk to their other prick ABC friends) -- major potential. potential for what? success, duh... Dude people take this shit so seriously that they actually throw their lives away to move somewhere like canada, bagging groceries or selling take-out just so their kids to get this overseas education and live a life of success. I mean my mom did that for me. but seriously, I didn't do shit in college except for becoming a really good binge drinker, taking a lot of adderall, smoking a lot of weed, and using a shit ton of doctors notes to get by courses with absolutely no attendance.
what the fuck?
so here i am 7 months later: lost, alone, wondering what the fuck i'm doing here and getting really fucking pissed.
i guess i'm supposed to start anew and make something of myself or whatever. but GOD that is just so cliche, I feel like my life is a lie.
I guess I can see why one (my mom) would have been worried about the state of my well-being at the time (link to: mugshot 1, mugshot 2, mugshot 3, mugshot 4, the ambulance and hospital bill for whatever the fuck happened that night I got wasted at Common Grounds, mugshot 5, and mugshot 6). Okay, the last couple of mugshots were a joke, I'm blanking on some of the other top examples -- but you get the jist: I was pretty fucking wild, in a fucked up alarming kind of way.
anyways, i knew my mom secretly wanted me to stay in HK when she booked my flight and made the return ticket completely date transferable, and maybe even refundable. except for a waitressing job at the only remaining restaurant in gville that I hadn't already gotten fired from, and maybe 2 close guy friends with a complicated love tri thing, the need for me to return to the states was a pathetic zero.
i could care less that I was born here. I mean yeah its fun to visit, because its like a big city and has really good transportation, but other than that I could care less about being Chinese. In fact, i'm pretty sure i've hated almost every chinese person i've ever met in the states. they were all so fucking stereotypical, mindless fucking retards who for no reason at all ('success' and strict parents don't count) worked really fucking hard to get really good grades. i hate how everyone is fucking stupid, there is no good music, no alternative thinking, and anything that comes close just turns out to be not really all that good or a stupid fucking fashion trend.
oh and fuck all these overseas chinese asshole pricks who come back to their native country thinking they are the shit of course they feel at home. and everyone thinks they're all impressive and shit, what with their overseas education and their flawless english (with which they use to talk to their other prick ABC friends) -- major potential. potential for what? success, duh... Dude people take this shit so seriously that they actually throw their lives away to move somewhere like canada, bagging groceries or selling take-out just so their kids to get this overseas education and live a life of success. I mean my mom did that for me. but seriously, I didn't do shit in college except for becoming a really good binge drinker, taking a lot of adderall, smoking a lot of weed, and using a shit ton of doctors notes to get by courses with absolutely no attendance.
what the fuck?
so here i am 7 months later: lost, alone, wondering what the fuck i'm doing here and getting really fucking pissed.
i guess i'm supposed to start anew and make something of myself or whatever. but GOD that is just so cliche, I feel like my life is a lie.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
i should probably sleep. but i'd only get an hour and half before having to wake up to go to work. hmm. a more mature and appropriate way to reason the situation would be to ask myself a.) whether I will be accomplishing productive tasks during this hour and half, and b.) whether these tasks are worth feeling like shit tomorrow (technically, today)? Although having typed the basic logic that would be necessary for efficient health and living, I still am blind to maturity and practical reasoning which means and will therefore spend the next 2 hours sitting around bored and finally, somehow still be late to work.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
College life/ most boring entry ever
extraverynude (8:58:52 PM) : im so bored right now im drinking a red bull
Carrie8820 (8:59:29 PM) : im so bored right now im watching the wedding singer
extraverynude (9:00:16 PM) : im so bored right now im doing fucking homework at 9 on a saturday
Carrie8820 (9:00:36 PM) : im so bored right now i just ate an omelet
extraverynude (9:02:43 PM) : I'm so bored right now I just ate like 15 cookies, but then I felt fat so now I'm lunging back and forth across my room
Carrie8820 (9:05:30 PM) : im so bored right now i'm watching some heavy metal documentary on vh1 while eating my omelet
extraverynude (9:06:10 PM) : i'm so bored right now im making a mix cd for tim
Carrie8820 (9:06:31 PM) : i'm so bored right now im listening to coldplay
extraverynude (9:07:54 PM) : i'm so bored right now im having a competition over my boredom
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Tuesday, July 25, 2006
nolan fox on the Shanghai entry
i failed to mention that nolan still doesn't believe those were whores...nolan: I'd like you to register my protestations that those were, in my opinions, not engaged in prostitution
me: they were you idiot
nolan: were not and im no idiot
me: who else would ask you to go get "coffee" with them after you randomly approach them and insist on knowing what kind of work they do
nolan: one was a pharmacist and one worked at kinkos
being that the hooker really said that she makes photocopies of things, and nolan took that as working at kinkos, and that kinkos doesnt exist in China, I win.
Monday, July 24, 2006
buying milk
Tonight, my aunt had me perform the simple task of going over to the local grocery store to buy a gallon of milk.
The walk to the grocery store requires entering a shopping mall wherein exists many lovely and trendy Hong Kong shops, like Sasa a store/black hole with an awesome array of pretty cosmetics and beauty care products.
However, those of you who have ever been shopping with me know that I am probably one of the worst compulsive spenders alive.
Passing this store was very tempting, being a compulsive shopper and all, but I maintained strength as I struggled to walk pass without entering. "You're only here to buy milk. You're only here to buy milk." Unfortunately, I had yet to walk back in order to return home.
That's why the real title of this entry should be...
Excuses to tell my mother when she asks why I spent my entire week's allowance on 80 dollar facewash.
"Skin Care equals health equals very important?"
"The workers robbed me and replaced my money with really pretty facewash."
"Pretty face wash makes me happy and happiness is the key to life?"
ahhh... lame. that's all i've got.
my other option is to not tell her, not buy any more clothing this week, stay at home (as transportation in hk costs money), and starve myself for the rest of the week (ahhh its only monday!).
however... not buying clothes is hard...
any suggestions?
The walk to the grocery store requires entering a shopping mall wherein exists many lovely and trendy Hong Kong shops, like Sasa a store/black hole with an awesome array of pretty cosmetics and beauty care products.
However, those of you who have ever been shopping with me know that I am probably one of the worst compulsive spenders alive.
Passing this store was very tempting, being a compulsive shopper and all, but I maintained strength as I struggled to walk pass without entering. "You're only here to buy milk. You're only here to buy milk." Unfortunately, I had yet to walk back in order to return home.
That's why the real title of this entry should be...
Excuses to tell my mother when she asks why I spent my entire week's allowance on 80 dollar facewash.
"Skin Care equals health equals very important?"
"The workers robbed me and replaced my money with really pretty facewash."
"Pretty face wash makes me happy and happiness is the key to life?"
ahhh... lame. that's all i've got.
my other option is to not tell her, not buy any more clothing this week, stay at home (as transportation in hk costs money), and starve myself for the rest of the week (ahhh its only monday!).
however... not buying clothes is hard...
any suggestions?
Monday, July 17, 2006
nightlife in shanghai
one thing that i definitly failed to learn before going to shanghai was the predominant amount of asian prostitutes located in the city.
a beautiful night walking around the famous People's Square cannot happen without seeing loads of ugly toothless asian women chasing the foreign white men. after having my cousin bring this phenomena to my attention and realizing i had a white person handy (thanks nolan fox), i had to see if these really were prostitutes. most travelers usually head thousands of miles to the famous People's Square at night to view the beautiful architecture, dazzling lights, and wonderful shopping. i head halfway across the globe to this area to make Nolan Fox stand on the corner of the street and watch the many toothless whores approach him. or who i thought would approach him. much to the contrary, Nolan Fox (being that he is nolan fox) disobeyed orders and decided to approach the hookers himself. however, the night still turned out very eventful as nolan successfully gained three offers: two for "coffee" and one woman asking him if he wanted "cheap and pretty girl for tonight."
but... making fun of shanghai prostitutes does have its price(no pun intended) and I soon found myself on the other side of the barnyard (ha pun intended)...
after many insistent (and almost annoying) phone calls from some sexy european man and his friend I had met the night before, me and nolan finally decided to meet up with them at some trendy expat club full of white people. after meeting up, the night was spent with these white european people club hopping, going to mcdonalds, riding lots of taxis, and going to more white clubs. during this time, i somehow failed to realize that although i may be from america and speak fluent english, i still have squinty eyes and look chinese. token asian women + 3 very caucasian men = i had perfectly fit the description of Shanghai whore. my very hazy memories of the night included some Asian man uttering to me in chinese that foreigners are stealing all the chinese girls because they have money and that he has money and that i should go home with him. other memories included sisterly "good work picking up the foreign guy" winks and head nods from my fellow asian prostitutes. the thought of me looking like an asian whore must've somehow came across my mind during the night as bits and pieces of my memory take me back to a conversation i had with sexy european man's friend:
my drunken self "haaha haha ha ha i must ha ha look like an shanghai prostitute ha ha hanging out with you guys ha hah aha ha"
friend "i'm not gonna lie, but im pretty sure everyone we pass thinks that you are."
despite the conclusive disclosure from the friend, me and the copious amount of alcohol i was fed throughout the night failed to acknowledge this thought any further.
lucky for me, the inevitable fact was finally shoved in my face the next morning when taking a cab back to my hotel. here's a tip: don't talk to shanghai people when you are hungover and don't know how to speak mandarin. trying to sober up i told the taxi driver to take me back to my hotel:
taxi driver "hmm... but the hotel you are staying at is much nicer than this one that you are leaving from"
unable to ask him what in the hell he was implying, i simply nodded and said yes.
taxi driver "were you visiting a friend?"
me trying to speak chinese"yes ... friend... from amsterdam... european man."
taxi driver "oh i see a white man..[long pause]... so you're staying at the Mayfair Hotel? that's a very nice hotel."
me "thanks... i like very much" (note to self: learn to speak mandarin asap)
driver "so when are you available today, maybe i can come visit you in your room later"
although, yes, that was when i realized that i was an asian prostitute (which is really the whole point of this story), the fact that a taxi driver was making me an offer seemed to bother me a whole lot more. i mean, whats far more worse than being a whore, is being a cheap whore that even shanghai taxi drivers can afford.
i know i kind of lost track of this prolonged blog entry when i changed the focus from the problem of me looking like a prostitute to how cheap whores suck (no pun intended), but alright heres the moral of my story:
nolan fox likes to approach prostitutes in Shanghai.
and
i look like a cheap hooker.
the end.
a beautiful night walking around the famous People's Square cannot happen without seeing loads of ugly toothless asian women chasing the foreign white men. after having my cousin bring this phenomena to my attention and realizing i had a white person handy (thanks nolan fox), i had to see if these really were prostitutes. most travelers usually head thousands of miles to the famous People's Square at night to view the beautiful architecture, dazzling lights, and wonderful shopping. i head halfway across the globe to this area to make Nolan Fox stand on the corner of the street and watch the many toothless whores approach him. or who i thought would approach him. much to the contrary, Nolan Fox (being that he is nolan fox) disobeyed orders and decided to approach the hookers himself. however, the night still turned out very eventful as nolan successfully gained three offers: two for "coffee" and one woman asking him if he wanted "cheap and pretty girl for tonight."
but... making fun of shanghai prostitutes does have its price(no pun intended) and I soon found myself on the other side of the barnyard (ha pun intended)...
after many insistent (and almost annoying) phone calls from some sexy european man and his friend I had met the night before, me and nolan finally decided to meet up with them at some trendy expat club full of white people. after meeting up, the night was spent with these white european people club hopping, going to mcdonalds, riding lots of taxis, and going to more white clubs. during this time, i somehow failed to realize that although i may be from america and speak fluent english, i still have squinty eyes and look chinese. token asian women + 3 very caucasian men = i had perfectly fit the description of Shanghai whore. my very hazy memories of the night included some Asian man uttering to me in chinese that foreigners are stealing all the chinese girls because they have money and that he has money and that i should go home with him. other memories included sisterly "good work picking up the foreign guy" winks and head nods from my fellow asian prostitutes. the thought of me looking like an asian whore must've somehow came across my mind during the night as bits and pieces of my memory take me back to a conversation i had with sexy european man's friend:
my drunken self "haaha haha ha ha i must ha ha look like an shanghai prostitute ha ha hanging out with you guys ha hah aha ha"
friend "i'm not gonna lie, but im pretty sure everyone we pass thinks that you are."
despite the conclusive disclosure from the friend, me and the copious amount of alcohol i was fed throughout the night failed to acknowledge this thought any further.
lucky for me, the inevitable fact was finally shoved in my face the next morning when taking a cab back to my hotel. here's a tip: don't talk to shanghai people when you are hungover and don't know how to speak mandarin. trying to sober up i told the taxi driver to take me back to my hotel:
taxi driver "hmm... but the hotel you are staying at is much nicer than this one that you are leaving from"
unable to ask him what in the hell he was implying, i simply nodded and said yes.
taxi driver "were you visiting a friend?"
me trying to speak chinese"yes ... friend... from amsterdam... european man."
taxi driver "oh i see a white man..[long pause]... so you're staying at the Mayfair Hotel? that's a very nice hotel."
me "thanks... i like very much" (note to self: learn to speak mandarin asap)
driver "so when are you available today, maybe i can come visit you in your room later"
although, yes, that was when i realized that i was an asian prostitute (which is really the whole point of this story), the fact that a taxi driver was making me an offer seemed to bother me a whole lot more. i mean, whats far more worse than being a whore, is being a cheap whore that even shanghai taxi drivers can afford.
i know i kind of lost track of this prolonged blog entry when i changed the focus from the problem of me looking like a prostitute to how cheap whores suck (no pun intended), but alright heres the moral of my story:
nolan fox likes to approach prostitutes in Shanghai.
and
i look like a cheap hooker.
the end.
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