Okay, I suppose I might exaggerate a little. It's about day 5 and I woke up feeling like shit. Every part of my body was aching and by the time it seemed I had a temperature, I finally got off my lazy butt and dug up my Nyquil. By the time breakfast finished, I was drugged up and ready to pass out again. Ahhh the wonders of Nyquil.
I'm still trying to figure out the cause of my sickness. Azusa always said that stupid people don't get sick, which I guess it seems I'm not entirely stupid after all. Well one main cause might be from the fact that yesterday I took a cold shower in the morning (as it only had cold water and it was using solar powered energy). Or it could be from the fact the AC is on in the room 24/7 and it feels partially caused by the bad air from the AC. I'm a big believer in not using the AC unless in extremely hot conditions (as I can survive high temperatures) and not using the AC back in Jersey and now all the time might also be a factor. I'm trying not to think about the comment one guy made about how he had heard China's tap might also contain hepatitis; I don't drink the shit but I do brush my teeth with it, shower, and occaisonally drink tea at restaurants with it. It's getting even harder not to drink beer with a meal just due to the sanitation factor. Well enough about my analyzation of illness, I've been wasting the past couple of days shopping, walking around, and watching Dharma & Greg. I feel like I want to do something else while I'm here, but overall, I know I have 4 1/2 months to do all the touristy things. Getting sick today made me have a split second of reconsideration again about changing my plane ticket and flying home right now. Back to DC where I belong, salvage whatever is left of my friends and begin the new semester with them. Then I had to consider the fact that I'm supported right now by 2- 5 grand scholarships for just being here, would have to pay a lot back if I did fly back to DC, not know what courses to choose, and skip all the fun pampering in China. Due to financial considerations, I guess I'll stay here. The thought of returning after new years and just skipping my volunteer time in Thailand also crossed my mind as well. But I really need it to boost my Fulbright application. blah.
As Prof Sun said~ China isn't the third world~ in a worried questionaire from a fellow classmate, it's true. But it doesn't mean China is a dirty dirty place. Hutong is getting it's pavements and there is an obscene amount of dirt particles floating everywhere. People are spitting all over the streets, if not sometimes in restaurants. Just the preparation for the spit sounds disgusting. I found 2 strands of hair in a cold noodle dish. I'm usually okay about hair in food since that's what ususally happens in my own cooking, but somehow that just bugged the heck outta me. I'm trying to find some good with China besides cheap clothes and pampering, but currently I am finding it difficult. I want to get past the stage of living in a youth hostel and really start my time learning. And I have a feeling vegetarian restaurants hate me: I tried to find 2 different vegetarian restaurants in one day~ one moved to who knows where, the other one couldn't be found. It's difficult to find clean restaurants (so far I only found one and I've been sticking to it like glue) that have the food I eat, and the appetite to eat it. Oh well I hope tomorrow is a better day.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Friday, August 25, 2006
Bargaining for shoes and Beihai Park
Well, yesterday was not too eventful. It consisted of finding shoes. I headed for Sanlituan Market, one of the bargaining markets with 5 floors, each filled with lovely fake products. For 1 yuan (1/8th of a dollar) I took the bus there. I didn't really find shoes during my first attempt up 4 floors, so I took a pitstop to get a pedicure. The guy doing my toes did a wonderful job prettying everything up, and I also got it exfoliated. Walking in flipflops just makes one want to pretty up their feet. I sat next to a Canadian woman who got a french manicure, and she told me that the shoes/bag floor was in the basement. Duuhhh, of course there are basements, why didnt' I realize that? So after my pedi break, I headed down to my main goal: sneakers.
I went around to just take a glimpse of the fake shoe market, and finally decided on a pair of Nikes. Grey "leather" with pink laces. As the receptionist told me that shoes usually cost 50-80yuan, no more than 100, I got prepared to bargain. Before heading down, I only put 90 in one compartment, and the 200 in another. She first offered 400yuan, and I told her I didn't have that much, and she was like give me an offer then. I told her I didn't have that much money on me, and so she asked how much. I told her 80. She said be serious, and slowly dropped it to 200, then to 120 (saying i get a "little" profit) and I kept on telling her I only had 90, and ddn't bring any cred cards on me since my "friend" told me to keep it at home. I told her I can't afford it and only had 90. Finally she said 90, and I was like 85, and said I needed transportation money back home and opened up my wallet. She was like- man you're serious about that 90, and I told her 85, and made sure she had the 5yuan change in her hand before giving my 90. Thus, was my first bargaining experience.
I decided to walk back to the youth hostel, thinking that it really wasn't that far away. It was about 5 big blocks on the map. It turned out to be 11 huge blocks, lots of walking, and total exhaustion. By the time I got back to the nantaoluo road I live on, I couldn't walk another 2 more blocks to the hostel and just stepped to some empty cafe for a cup of tea. Crashed for a few hours, wokeup for an hour or two, then went back to sleep.
Thus today, I decided to do something touristy. I headed to Beihai Park, where there's a huge area of land and the White Pagoda. The lotuses in the water were gorgeous. After paying 20yuan into Beihai, it was another 1yuan to get into Round City, and another 2 yuan to climb up some part of the while pagoda. I opted out of the 2nd one since it felt like I'm paying to exercise. Even though I'm on my feet 10hrs a day waitressing, somehow walking through Beijing for a shorter period took more energy. One thing I realized early on: The smog above Beijing will never clear up for a pretty blue sunny day.
After getting a pedi, I feel like I should start collecting some nice shoes. As I heard in Hana Yori Dango, Good shoes take you to good places. or something like that. In a way, I believe it, or that's just another excuse to pamper myself. :P
I went around to just take a glimpse of the fake shoe market, and finally decided on a pair of Nikes. Grey "leather" with pink laces. As the receptionist told me that shoes usually cost 50-80yuan, no more than 100, I got prepared to bargain. Before heading down, I only put 90 in one compartment, and the 200 in another. She first offered 400yuan, and I told her I didn't have that much, and she was like give me an offer then. I told her I didn't have that much money on me, and so she asked how much. I told her 80. She said be serious, and slowly dropped it to 200, then to 120 (saying i get a "little" profit) and I kept on telling her I only had 90, and ddn't bring any cred cards on me since my "friend" told me to keep it at home. I told her I can't afford it and only had 90. Finally she said 90, and I was like 85, and said I needed transportation money back home and opened up my wallet. She was like- man you're serious about that 90, and I told her 85, and made sure she had the 5yuan change in her hand before giving my 90. Thus, was my first bargaining experience.
I decided to walk back to the youth hostel, thinking that it really wasn't that far away. It was about 5 big blocks on the map. It turned out to be 11 huge blocks, lots of walking, and total exhaustion. By the time I got back to the nantaoluo road I live on, I couldn't walk another 2 more blocks to the hostel and just stepped to some empty cafe for a cup of tea. Crashed for a few hours, wokeup for an hour or two, then went back to sleep.
Thus today, I decided to do something touristy. I headed to Beihai Park, where there's a huge area of land and the White Pagoda. The lotuses in the water were gorgeous. After paying 20yuan into Beihai, it was another 1yuan to get into Round City, and another 2 yuan to climb up some part of the while pagoda. I opted out of the 2nd one since it felt like I'm paying to exercise. Even though I'm on my feet 10hrs a day waitressing, somehow walking through Beijing for a shorter period took more energy. One thing I realized early on: The smog above Beijing will never clear up for a pretty blue sunny day.
After getting a pedi, I feel like I should start collecting some nice shoes. As I heard in Hana Yori Dango, Good shoes take you to good places. or something like that. In a way, I believe it, or that's just another excuse to pamper myself. :P
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Knowing the word "beer" and finding the glory of paved roads
My flight over to Beijing was alright. I sat a seat away from a Chinese man who loved eating those ginseng candies. So during the entire flight he popped in at least 3. I had to endure with that for a bit.
Surprisingly enough, by the time the plane started to move and take off, I was already passed out from the lack of sleep packing till 3am. My strategy was complete. Stretching out in tshirt, sweats, and flip flops, I dozed in and out of sleep, enough to watch the comedy channel and eat all the meals. Continental did a decent job with the food. The steak of course wasn't exactly anywhere near prime, but they did warm my heart with a snack of hagaan daz ice cream. The 13 hr flight felt like it was 7 instead, and I had a piece of eye candy 2 rows ahead in the middle section. During times, it felt like there was an excessive amount of human gas floating around my area, which was a little awful. Then again, when I first walked on board, it smelled like urine.
Later on when arriving at the beijing airport, I talked to that piece of eye candy since I let him and his friend cut in line to save from going all the way to the back. Turned out he was going to be a high school senior, and he was going to spend 2 weeks here to help out at the orphanage. Eye candy no more, it just felt like I was some pedophile. Or maybe not since he seemed a little gay as well. He gave me a little hug though, awww. Enough about that.
The guy who came to pick me up at the airport worked at the youth hostel. After dropping off my bags into the trunk of the car, I realized that the car was a little old. Somewhere along the lines I thought about how I should've also learned to drive stick. When he drove up a curve of the parking lot, the car gave a quick silent death and he restarted the engine again. Sign number one. Along the highway (where a good portion was renovated and had no traffic lines so cars zipped in and out) I realized how the car was moving slower than the others. Finally the guy pulled over to the side to see what's wrong, and after a few good tries, many of which he pressed the reverse and the gas i suppose and the car suddenly moved backward and went kaput, he called a cab for me to send me to the hostel first and said he'll bring my luggage later. I took my carryon for safekeeping and the taxi driver asked me in mandarin where I was from. So I replied the US in bad chinese. Then he went into a slew of mandarin and I just got lost from there. He looked at me and in the end gave up.
When we finally arrived at the destination, the taxi couldn't go any further. There were tons of road construction along the hutong road the hostel was on, and I had no idea which way to go. Of course I pick the wrong direction, and dragged my carryon a good 5 minutes through all the construction work only to find that it was just on the other side of the taxi if I only walked that way. >.> I had laughed earlier about someone's comment on paved roads, but I only realized then how it was a necessity. It was 3pm by then, and I had no idea what to do for the rest of my day, except for a real need of a nail clipper from a broken nail. I met Will from Wales, then Katherine from Canada, and 2 others from Scotland staying in the room.
To shorten things up, I went with Katherine to Carrefour, which is a nice spiffy place to get some drinks, then headed out with Will for a dinner. I had no idea what I was really ordering except 2 lamb shish kebabs, edamame, and beer. My first meal in Beijing I gotta love knowing beer in every language. I wanted some beef, so i pointed on the menu to the only beef dish out there that i could find the word beef. Turned out to be a tofu, beef, parlsey gumbo which turned out to be my meal. I somehow also ordered a leg of lamb, which I was too full to eat. Poor thing, slaughtered and spiced without even being being eaten. Even after paying the whole dinner, it was only $3, well 23 rmb. Man, and Will only had about 28rmb to last 3 days. That's crazy.
Surprisingly enough, by the time the plane started to move and take off, I was already passed out from the lack of sleep packing till 3am. My strategy was complete. Stretching out in tshirt, sweats, and flip flops, I dozed in and out of sleep, enough to watch the comedy channel and eat all the meals. Continental did a decent job with the food. The steak of course wasn't exactly anywhere near prime, but they did warm my heart with a snack of hagaan daz ice cream. The 13 hr flight felt like it was 7 instead, and I had a piece of eye candy 2 rows ahead in the middle section. During times, it felt like there was an excessive amount of human gas floating around my area, which was a little awful. Then again, when I first walked on board, it smelled like urine.
Later on when arriving at the beijing airport, I talked to that piece of eye candy since I let him and his friend cut in line to save from going all the way to the back. Turned out he was going to be a high school senior, and he was going to spend 2 weeks here to help out at the orphanage. Eye candy no more, it just felt like I was some pedophile. Or maybe not since he seemed a little gay as well. He gave me a little hug though, awww. Enough about that.
The guy who came to pick me up at the airport worked at the youth hostel. After dropping off my bags into the trunk of the car, I realized that the car was a little old. Somewhere along the lines I thought about how I should've also learned to drive stick. When he drove up a curve of the parking lot, the car gave a quick silent death and he restarted the engine again. Sign number one. Along the highway (where a good portion was renovated and had no traffic lines so cars zipped in and out) I realized how the car was moving slower than the others. Finally the guy pulled over to the side to see what's wrong, and after a few good tries, many of which he pressed the reverse and the gas i suppose and the car suddenly moved backward and went kaput, he called a cab for me to send me to the hostel first and said he'll bring my luggage later. I took my carryon for safekeeping and the taxi driver asked me in mandarin where I was from. So I replied the US in bad chinese. Then he went into a slew of mandarin and I just got lost from there. He looked at me and in the end gave up.
When we finally arrived at the destination, the taxi couldn't go any further. There were tons of road construction along the hutong road the hostel was on, and I had no idea which way to go. Of course I pick the wrong direction, and dragged my carryon a good 5 minutes through all the construction work only to find that it was just on the other side of the taxi if I only walked that way. >.> I had laughed earlier about someone's comment on paved roads, but I only realized then how it was a necessity. It was 3pm by then, and I had no idea what to do for the rest of my day, except for a real need of a nail clipper from a broken nail. I met Will from Wales, then Katherine from Canada, and 2 others from Scotland staying in the room.
To shorten things up, I went with Katherine to Carrefour, which is a nice spiffy place to get some drinks, then headed out with Will for a dinner. I had no idea what I was really ordering except 2 lamb shish kebabs, edamame, and beer. My first meal in Beijing I gotta love knowing beer in every language. I wanted some beef, so i pointed on the menu to the only beef dish out there that i could find the word beef. Turned out to be a tofu, beef, parlsey gumbo which turned out to be my meal. I somehow also ordered a leg of lamb, which I was too full to eat. Poor thing, slaughtered and spiced without even being being eaten. Even after paying the whole dinner, it was only $3, well 23 rmb. Man, and Will only had about 28rmb to last 3 days. That's crazy.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Leaving in less than 24hrs.
Though one of my best friends, Patrick, asked me if I was excited, I said yes, honestly my mood swings are up and about like crazy, and the only thing left for me to think is about how Bush sucks. Reading the news sucks, especially about how Bush claims the Iraq war dampened the nation's psyche. Uhhhh now you figured it out you dumbA??! Then there's that lil bunch of anti-abortionist whiners who don't want to approve the over the counter contraceptive pill. As a pro-choice and female, I believe that overpopulation is not the answer. Hoenstly there are people who have accidents, and thus get pregnant. These stupid people should be allowed to easily obtain the pill without a doctor's note. I mean, kids are a real waste of time and money and one of those little accidents might really kill their already bad financial situation. I swear, those anti-Biatches must be real pious absorbing all the church's lies, rich and bored, or just stupid enough to not consider other people's ideas. Okay enough about religion and politics. This was supposed to be a blog about China and travelling.
Honestly, the one thing I hate about packing is the cleaning that comes with it. And I guess I haven't done much of that. But enough procrastinating...I'll be leaving in about another 12 hrs. I guess time isn't on my side now.
Honestly, the one thing I hate about packing is the cleaning that comes with it. And I guess I haven't done much of that. But enough procrastinating...I'll be leaving in about another 12 hrs. I guess time isn't on my side now.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Money, Money, Money
as ABBA sings it... but what is the importance of money? I worked a double shift today, and I am mentally exhausted. Usually I'm okay with doubles, but now that Beijing is nearing, I wonder if it was okay to take money over seeing my grandma? As China is also nearing, I realized how I've suddenly stopped my bad spending habits and really started saving once again. Now...if I thought about that before buying my new digital camera, external hard drive, spend so much in DC eating fondue, japanese, and thai. LoL, aren't human beings all like that though? Welll....gotta sleep before hitting another double shift tomorrow. Last day man... last day.
Friday, August 18, 2006
3 1/2 days left- Omlets and hotdogs
Being as lazy as I am, I have finally gotten around to cleaning up my room. I've been tossing out old clothes into the suitecase the past 2 months, and it is extremely full by now. Weirdly enough, I have about the same amount of clothes as I do old paperwork. I'm still debating whether or not I should tell my brother about my storage of unorganized high school papers (now mixed in with my college papers), or to let him learn in high school the traditional way. He's stupid enough, so I guess letting him use his brain once in a while might do him some good. Then again, without my help his gpa might as well end up in the negatives.
During the past few days, I have relearned the joys of American meals. Har har yes, American meals. I wondered what type of meals I probably won't have in Asia, and felt that I should stock up on them now before leaving. Thus to my conclusion: omlets and hotdogs. Haha yes, that's what I came up with. So the last 2 days, I had an omlet for brunch, then a few hours later a hotdog. I also wanted some chocolate chip cookies, but I have a chinese household oven, aka it's stuffed with pots and pans to the point it would be a hassle to take everything out just for a dozen cookies. Since I'm working for 2 1/2 shifts, that only leaves me Monday to perhaps go over to my best friend's house to make some prepackaged cookie dough.
One weird thing lately is that I've been having camera dreams. Okay, I'm a little paranoid about my camera, but it's because it was taken out of my backpack while riding the metro in Barcelona. So I have that right of paranoia and babying my new Panasonic Lumix FX-01. So my first dream was that I was all the way in Beijing when I realized I forgot my camera back in the States, and went wtf when I had 2 digital cameras and still forgot both of them. Then last night I had this dream where I was with some people taking pictures, and we happened to see some extremely vivid Indian or African/animal ceremony with this amazing beautiful blue color, like it was a movie. I used my movie mode on my camera and started getting pissed since the panasonic doesn't allow the zoom during movie mode. Despite that, I was quite proud my camera took clearer pictures than any other camera my friends/classmates had. Okay enough about cameras, I guess I'm a little anal when it comes to my toys. Well, since I have 1 1/2 hrs before getting ready for work, might as well finish reorganizing my room (or that's a codename for i'm going to take a nap).
During the past few days, I have relearned the joys of American meals. Har har yes, American meals. I wondered what type of meals I probably won't have in Asia, and felt that I should stock up on them now before leaving. Thus to my conclusion: omlets and hotdogs. Haha yes, that's what I came up with. So the last 2 days, I had an omlet for brunch, then a few hours later a hotdog. I also wanted some chocolate chip cookies, but I have a chinese household oven, aka it's stuffed with pots and pans to the point it would be a hassle to take everything out just for a dozen cookies. Since I'm working for 2 1/2 shifts, that only leaves me Monday to perhaps go over to my best friend's house to make some prepackaged cookie dough.
One weird thing lately is that I've been having camera dreams. Okay, I'm a little paranoid about my camera, but it's because it was taken out of my backpack while riding the metro in Barcelona. So I have that right of paranoia and babying my new Panasonic Lumix FX-01. So my first dream was that I was all the way in Beijing when I realized I forgot my camera back in the States, and went wtf when I had 2 digital cameras and still forgot both of them. Then last night I had this dream where I was with some people taking pictures, and we happened to see some extremely vivid Indian or African/animal ceremony with this amazing beautiful blue color, like it was a movie. I used my movie mode on my camera and started getting pissed since the panasonic doesn't allow the zoom during movie mode. Despite that, I was quite proud my camera took clearer pictures than any other camera my friends/classmates had. Okay enough about cameras, I guess I'm a little anal when it comes to my toys. Well, since I have 1 1/2 hrs before getting ready for work, might as well finish reorganizing my room (or that's a codename for i'm going to take a nap).
Monday, August 14, 2006
7 days
And I still don't know how to say toilet correctly. Still got a handful of things to, and I definitely shouldn't procrastinate. It doesn't help that I have to get another set of passport photos done because Ritsumeikan's application is a pain in the bum. Realized how friendly the Beijing group peeps are, but I can tell they are excited and ready to make friends. For me, it's just another study abroad; not that it's awful, but at the same time I'm debating whether to really befriend all of the 39+ group of students, or really try to work on my Mandarin and getting meself some Chinese buds.
I honestly need to find a spa bud, and just a group of friends I can chill out with and have adventures. If all 39+ students answer the adventure ad on the facebook wall, I'll hang myself first than be dragged into another one of those silly dramas. Imagine, seeing a group of 13 students forming groups (while I'm in Belgium), only now it's 3 times the amount. If it turns out to be catty little girls who don't have a handle on their life or personality, I'll flee. That is my reason for hanging out with guys often. No hassle. Except when the other girls start gossip and think I'm flirting with the boys or hooked up with one of them just because we hang out often. It's like~ Sorry, my life is not as shallow as you are~ Sometimes I gotta knock on their coconut hollowed heads and tell them to get a life that revolves around something besides desperatism. Though I have to admit it's fun at times mimicking dumbasses. Ohhhh man, and I hope there aren't any LBHs out there either, but I'm certain that since we're going to be in Asia, there's gotta be some yellow fever with a few of the boys.
Definition of LBH: Taken from Corrinne, it stands for Losers Back Home. It is pretty apparent with some of the boys who try to get some ass thinking of the ideal obedient asian girl, thus flocking into the land of Asians. I knew a guy at AU who was like that, and loved the (fake) Asian culture. Tall and lanky, already not good looking, thought a huge black filled dragon tattoo down one side of his back is the coolest thing in the world. He landed himself a Japanese girl (my friend) and decided to have a lame ass player personality (he doesn't have his own) and really mentally mess the poor naive girl up with lies. Afterwards, he got blacklisted from the whole Japanese community and a year later dropped outta AU. True story. A good percentage of guys going to Japan usually have that yellow fever. I'm sure it's contagious all the way to China. Guess I won't be finding meself a guy anytime within the next year. Zannen.
And for anyone out there reading this and may be going on the program with me, sorry but I'm just stating the truth. I sometimes kick everyone in the balls in that aspect. Sorry for the language here. This time I really mean it.
And truthfully I'm not too psyched with the language since I've been finding it frustrating. I usually have a good hold on languages, but maaaan it's Chinese. I can't get the tongue right even though I do Canto. Plus, a string of unknown and butched kanji crashes my brain. I wonder how long it'll be before I figure out Chinese.
Just a reading warning: This post is filled with sarcasm and a twist of meanness. If you feel that your label has been insulted below, then I suppose I'd apologize. Still debating if it would be sincere. I am at times a bit of a hypocrite because I usually don't slap a label onto myself, but I do so for many sad sad bunches. Yeah, I sometimes do bite.
I honestly need to find a spa bud, and just a group of friends I can chill out with and have adventures. If all 39+ students answer the adventure ad on the facebook wall, I'll hang myself first than be dragged into another one of those silly dramas. Imagine, seeing a group of 13 students forming groups (while I'm in Belgium), only now it's 3 times the amount. If it turns out to be catty little girls who don't have a handle on their life or personality, I'll flee. That is my reason for hanging out with guys often. No hassle. Except when the other girls start gossip and think I'm flirting with the boys or hooked up with one of them just because we hang out often. It's like~ Sorry, my life is not as shallow as you are~ Sometimes I gotta knock on their coconut hollowed heads and tell them to get a life that revolves around something besides desperatism. Though I have to admit it's fun at times mimicking dumbasses. Ohhhh man, and I hope there aren't any LBHs out there either, but I'm certain that since we're going to be in Asia, there's gotta be some yellow fever with a few of the boys.
Definition of LBH: Taken from Corrinne, it stands for Losers Back Home. It is pretty apparent with some of the boys who try to get some ass thinking of the ideal obedient asian girl, thus flocking into the land of Asians. I knew a guy at AU who was like that, and loved the (fake) Asian culture. Tall and lanky, already not good looking, thought a huge black filled dragon tattoo down one side of his back is the coolest thing in the world. He landed himself a Japanese girl (my friend) and decided to have a lame ass player personality (he doesn't have his own) and really mentally mess the poor naive girl up with lies. Afterwards, he got blacklisted from the whole Japanese community and a year later dropped outta AU. True story. A good percentage of guys going to Japan usually have that yellow fever. I'm sure it's contagious all the way to China. Guess I won't be finding meself a guy anytime within the next year. Zannen.
And for anyone out there reading this and may be going on the program with me, sorry but I'm just stating the truth. I sometimes kick everyone in the balls in that aspect. Sorry for the language here. This time I really mean it.
And truthfully I'm not too psyched with the language since I've been finding it frustrating. I usually have a good hold on languages, but maaaan it's Chinese. I can't get the tongue right even though I do Canto. Plus, a string of unknown and butched kanji crashes my brain. I wonder how long it'll be before I figure out Chinese.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Sacrifices
I try not to think about the sacrifices I've made to get my way. Sounds a little selfish, but I prefer to call it ambitious. But after spending 4 days in DC just to run errands and see (what's left of my) friends, I realized how much more I've missed them. Maybe they'll never know because I always flock off and do my own stuff. But I just wanted to put it out there I miss them tons already, despite the fact I was just in DC 8 hours ago. That's what 6hrs on a bus and train can do to ya. Think. A Lot. Though it seems like this post ended up talking more about what's to be said below, I sincerely want to say I am very happy I have the friends I do have, and the ones that stick to being my friend even after not seeing each other for long periods of time.
After that, I went to eat korean bbq with my managers and coworkers. It's sad to say I drank more than I could handle, and cannot remember parts of my 3hr dinner and drive back. I do remember confessing my love for the series the L Word to my lesbian coworker despite me not being a lesbian. It's hard to share this tv show interest being that only my gay friend and I watch it. And the entire lesbian community which I don't belong to. Man, I want to find straight people who watch the L Word. She probably doesn't think much about it all, but for me I hope she doesn't think I'm some closet basket case. Now if I do some reverse psychology on myself, it makes it sound like I am, and trying to defend my stance a little too much. Honestly, I wouldn't mind being a lesbian, except the big fact that I can't stand being around girls and practically hang out with mainly guys. Okay, I guess that was too much info for random readers. Oh yes, back to the korean bbq main point. From now on I decided I'll only have 3 drinks a night. I don't want to act stupid anymore, and getting drunk was never the reason why I started drinking. So let's go back to the taste of alcohol. Oh and the fact that it felt like i kissed someone. Definitely i don't remember if I did, but I truly hope the current feeling on my lips were from my pillows. bleh. And to tie this back up to the first paragraph, I also want to say for the sake of my friends, I am also cutting down on drinking for that reason. Who would want to have that responsibilty of taking care of a stupid friend anyways?? True friends do and say it's no problem, but at the same time it's about time I stop popping those brain cells.
After that, I went to eat korean bbq with my managers and coworkers. It's sad to say I drank more than I could handle, and cannot remember parts of my 3hr dinner and drive back. I do remember confessing my love for the series the L Word to my lesbian coworker despite me not being a lesbian. It's hard to share this tv show interest being that only my gay friend and I watch it. And the entire lesbian community which I don't belong to. Man, I want to find straight people who watch the L Word. She probably doesn't think much about it all, but for me I hope she doesn't think I'm some closet basket case. Now if I do some reverse psychology on myself, it makes it sound like I am, and trying to defend my stance a little too much. Honestly, I wouldn't mind being a lesbian, except the big fact that I can't stand being around girls and practically hang out with mainly guys. Okay, I guess that was too much info for random readers. Oh yes, back to the korean bbq main point. From now on I decided I'll only have 3 drinks a night. I don't want to act stupid anymore, and getting drunk was never the reason why I started drinking. So let's go back to the taste of alcohol. Oh and the fact that it felt like i kissed someone. Definitely i don't remember if I did, but I truly hope the current feeling on my lips were from my pillows. bleh. And to tie this back up to the first paragraph, I also want to say for the sake of my friends, I am also cutting down on drinking for that reason. Who would want to have that responsibilty of taking care of a stupid friend anyways?? True friends do and say it's no problem, but at the same time it's about time I stop popping those brain cells.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Beyond Bare Essentials...The Luxury
Okay, I guess I do like to spend. But when I'm in Beijing, I'm definitely going to take a good vacation. Haha yeah I know what you're thinking, studying abroad is a vacation in itself. Partially true, but I'm gonna live it up like a princess.
Starting with massages. http://www.asiaandaway.com/travel_destinations/china/beijing/blindmans-buff_188
I can't wait till I get squeaky soft and clean on Tuesday- heading to the city to get a korean boy scrub and korean deep tissue massage at Spadium with coworkers. The Korean Body Scrub is basically an old Korean lady hovering over your naked body with special gloves and scrubbing you like a slab of meat, flipping you over on every side possible, and cleaning every since spot that has skin. Then they give you a cucumber facial before/after a full body massage. It's painful but it gets out the kinks, definitely not made for sensitive skinned Americans. Poke poke- owwww that hurts!! Manager's got a friend that used to work there, the entire day of relaxation is only $110. Which is about 2hrs of work on you, then personal time in the steam rooms. Gotta get clean before getting dirty again in Beijing!!
Maaan Koh Chang will even be better!!!
Starting with massages. http://www.asiaandaway.com/travel_destinations/china/beijing/blindmans-buff_188
I can't wait till I get squeaky soft and clean on Tuesday- heading to the city to get a korean boy scrub and korean deep tissue massage at Spadium with coworkers. The Korean Body Scrub is basically an old Korean lady hovering over your naked body with special gloves and scrubbing you like a slab of meat, flipping you over on every side possible, and cleaning every since spot that has skin. Then they give you a cucumber facial before/after a full body massage. It's painful but it gets out the kinks, definitely not made for sensitive skinned Americans. Poke poke- owwww that hurts!! Manager's got a friend that used to work there, the entire day of relaxation is only $110. Which is about 2hrs of work on you, then personal time in the steam rooms. Gotta get clean before getting dirty again in Beijing!!
Maaan Koh Chang will even be better!!!
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