Soundtrack to my life

If I could tell the story of my life through music, this is how my day went.







Rollercoaster of emotions today.

Aaron

Says, "Hi!"

Just my luck...

Seriously, my 2009 is off to a horrible start. So far the following events have happened...

1) I stepped on a big ass piece of moist stinky shit that got all up in the cracks of my shoe. I did my best to wipe that shit off and to dig what i could out of the cracks, but I still ended up smelling like shit all night. I just couldn't smell it cause I had already gotten used to it.

2) I got a counterfeit 500NT bill from a cab driver at night and didn't realize it was fake until I tried to use it and got denied.

3) A breakup. Nuff said.

4) I ran completely out of gas while riding my scooter which meant I had to cab it to the nearest gas station, fill up a container and cab it back to my scooter and fill it up. It was like a big mess and I kept thinking my scooter would explode when I turned it on. I guess it's good that it didn't.

5) Someone took my jackets from our table at a club which had my ID in one of the pockets. It's also Chinese new years now which means no one is working at the office where I'm supposed to report a missing card. I hope no one does bad things with my name/id...

So I'm hoping that my luck will change for the better soon. Perhaps the start of the new lunar year will be a fresh start for me. One can only hope. Or pray. Or go to the temple. Or find a leprechaun.


Currently surfing:

http://blueballfixed.ytmnd.com/
I could follow these little balls around forever if only it didn't make my head hurt.

A typical conversation at home

Keep in mind that my mom is buddhist and buddhists don't kill anything, not even ants.

(I'm talking to my mom and I notice a mosquito buzzing around my room)

Me: Can I kill it? (two hands out in mosquito killing pose)

Mom: No.

Me: I'm gonna kill it. (following the mosquito with my hands)

Mom: Say sorry to it three times.

Me: (really really fast and slurred) sorry, sorry, sorry (CLAP) YES! I GOT IT!

Mom: You have a good heart. 

On another note, for those who actually read this, sorry for not blogging. I think I've been MIA for like a month or so but I've been hella busy and well, sleep ranks above blogging. Sorry blogger/blogspot, but I'm back! 

See the Shamu Show!

Taiwan's weather is f'd up. It'll be sunny one minute and then all of a sudden start pouring. This usually happens in the afternoon during my transit time. I only give myself 30 minutes between classes and so basically, I have to book it everywhere. 

The other day, it was like POURING but I had to get to my next class so I had no choice but to brave it on my scooter (saving money yo!). I still haven't invested in a proper raincoat so I'm wearing one from 7-11 that already has a few snag holes in it. On this particular day, I decided to wear shoes instead of sandals and so my shoes are completely soaked through and squish everytime I put my foot down. I'm like cursing under my breath everytime some fucker cuts me off and that fogs up the shield on my helmet. Just great... Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, it does...

So I'm only halfway to my next student's house and an asshole zips past me, right over a gigantic puddle in the road. The splash he made hit me head on. HARD. It was like the Shamu show but with a car instead of a big ass killer whale, and with dirty ass road water. Again, I cursed under my breath and again my shield got fogged up. le sigh...

Friend Reqs

Friends are great right? Especially best friends. We have fun together. We talk and laugh about god knows what until god knows when. We share memories. We have a history. They're there for me whenever I need them, but that's the thing...I also have to be there for them.

Being a best friend entails being there through the thick and thin, being there when they have a significant other and when they don't, thinking up thoughtful things to do when their birthdays roll around, doing favors when needed, etc, etc, etc... That shit takes a lot of time and effort! I only have so many hours in a day and I gotta sleep and eat and work and exercise and shit too! (Ok, so I take super shits but that's besides the point.) 

Then there are the regular friends who also have birthdays annually and who also holler every now and then to catch up over dinner or lunch or afternoon tea and who also ask for favors. Sometimes I go out cause I feel obligated to, even if I'm really tired. 

And then, there are the friends who don't even live in the same city (or the same country). They visit, which is great and all, but then that means playing tour guide and/or being in charge of making sure that their trip is a great and memorable one. Some of these were once my best friends so I feel guilty that I don't keep in touch more, but seriously, who has time to KIT with people who aren't even on the same continent?

Don't get me wrong, I love all my friends and I'm happy to be there for them. Half the things I do, I bring on myself, but sometimes it's just tiring. That's all I'm trying to say. Being a good friend sure ain't easy. 

Currently reading: Ian Caldwell &  Dustin Thomason - The Rule of Four

Mimi Two-Face

I think in general, I'm a nice person. I help people when I can. I'm more patient than most people I know. I'm a great friend and a good listener. Yeah, I talk a lot of shit sometimes, but hey, who doesn't??

Why is it that I become a horrible person whenever it comes to my mom? 

She's the one person I pretty much owe everything to. She brought me up single-handedly, giving me everything she could, even when she couldn't. I know this, appreciate her for it, and yet still I can't help but be a complete bitch to her sometimes. 

I feel like when I'm around her, I'm transported back in time to the rebellious teenaged years of my past. But the thing is, there's nothing for me to be rebellious about. She pretty much just lets me do my own thing. She doesn't really nag me, even though I know she wants to really, really badly. I don't have a curfew. She doesn't need to know where I am at all hours of the day. She's pretty great actually. She makes me breakfast every morning and does whetever I ask her to do (not that I ask much of her since I'm used to living/taking care of myself). So what makes me so snappy and cold with her? I have no idea! It's like a reflex and she just takes it! Talk about unconditional love. She never stops being the best and I can't bring myself to show her I love her and that I appreciate her. Le sigh. Maybe I'll have to go further back in time and write her a "WORLD'S GREATEST MOM" card and write a big fat "I LOVE YOU!" on the inside. Maybe that'll do the trick.

Currently reading: Augusten Burroughs - Magical Thinking