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Soundtrack to my life

2009-11-19T23:42:00.006+08:00

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

Rollercoaster of emotions today.

Aaron

2009-01-28T03:22:00.002+08:00

Says, "Hi!"

Just my luck...

2009-01-27T17:18:00.006+08:00

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

2008-11-21T00:29:00.003+08:00

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!

2008-10-16T14:19:00.005+08:00

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

2008-10-15T03:46:00.008+08:00

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

2008-10-06T01:40:00.005+08:00

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

I'm getting old

2008-09-28T17:03:00.004+08:00

So, I'm reading a novel. Not until 1/3 of the way into the book do I come to the full realization that I've read this before. Is this a sign of old age? :p

This happens with movies too. Sometimes I can't remember if I've seen it or not, and not until halfway in do I remember and things start to come back to me. 25 going on 26 and I'm slippin!

Currently reading: Alice Sebold - The Lovely Bones (again)

mo$$, less problems

2008-09-26T00:33:00.010+08:00

Strapped for cash. That's what I am.

Tightening my belt. That's what I'm doing.

Damn. What a difference 2 students, 4 classes, 8 hours can make.

Still though, for someone who makes as much as I do, it's sad how poor I feel. Damn financial responsibilities and living standards. If I didn't mind living in a shithole outside of Taipei City and if I didn't have a mother to support and if I didn't take any classes and if I didn't have a social life, I'd be great! But well, I do and I do and I do and I do. I love living in the city in my neighborhood. My mom is no longer working and therefore I have to take care of her. Dance and capoeira are part of what make life worth living, so I can't give that up. And damnit, I gotta go out and kick it with my friends. I don't want to be a hermit!

So for now that means...

No shopping. Le sigh...

Eating cheaply. Le sigh...

Cheap/free entertainment. Le sigh...

No cabs. Le sigh...

No facials. Le sigh...

No massages. Le sigh...

No indulging myself. Le sigh...

No vacations. Le sigh sigh sigh...

I need another source of income. Sell things online? But what? Be a NuSkin distributor? They're so annoying though. I don't know... I'm open to suggestions. Le sigh.

Anyone?

EDIT: I got a student back. Woo! That makes me 11200NT richer a month! Hooray for schedule changes!

Currently reading: Sara Gruen - Water for Elephants (Thank god for libraries!)

Halloween in September

2008-09-25T00:10:00.012+08:00

Our annual BeFeFe mid-autumn festival BBQ had to be moved back a week due to the damn typhoon that kept me in ALL last last weekend. For no good reason, we decided to dress up for the event, Halloween style. OK, there was a reason. Emilia wanted to wear Wendy's bee costume with her auntie's dog who also has a bee costume. So...we had a post-mid-autum festival, pre-halloween BBQ. You got a problem with that? I didn't think so.

I was pretty much useless all night cause of the floaties. (I was not "high" as the locals say) But yeah, blowing that shit up took everything outta me. That, plus the tight ass swim cap and tight ass goggles made me a vegetable. A vegetable that eats and drinks and makes the random comment every now and then.

Twas a good night nonetheless. :)

One more

2008-09-24T01:11:00.001+08:00

Motorcyclist’s clothing:

(1) is free

(2) slippers are ok

(3) must be clean

What is the point of this question?

Whatever

2008-09-24T01:01:00.003+08:00

I'm planning on getting my scooter license soon so I'm taking the practice test online. Check out option 1 of this question:

What to do when the driver´s license is suspended, annulled or confiscated:

(1) whatever

(2) return the driver´s license to local road supervision office

(3) return to police station

Whatever! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

A change of plans

2008-09-22T13:39:00.022+08:00

Thursday. A work/school day. The only people who are free to do anything are Emilia, Vicky, and me. Summer's almost over so of course we gotta hit the beach! So simpo righ? Wrong! Nothing is ever as simple as it seems, it seems.

Bright and early at 8:45 I get a wake up call from Emilia. I've only just gone to sleep like 3 hours prior so my eyelids are pretty much still glued to my eyeballs. The beach calls! but still, I roll back over and snooze until my real alarm clock goes off at 9. hit snooze. hit snooze. hit snooze. SHIT! It's 9:30 and we're supposed to meet at 10:00! I call her to say I'm gonna be half an hour late (as usual) and find out Vicky flaked cause she had also only slept for 3 hours. I thought she was down. I guess I was wrong. I jump outta bed, get my beach stuff together and I'm out the door. I try to butter Emilia up by asking if she wants me to buy her breakfast but she's already eaten. Oh well, I tried.

I get to Taipei Main Station right on late time, 10:30. Emilia is right behind me. So which beach should we go to? The ticket girl says WaiAo is a 2 hour ride and Fulong is 1.5. We agree on Wai Ao cause we can surf if we want to and it's only half an hour further. Train ride is semi-boring but we always find some way to entertain ourselves. As vain as it sounds, taking pictures of ourselves and of each other can help pass lots and lots of time. But there are just so many people we can attempt to imitate and so many moods we can attempt to express. Keyword being "attempt." haha. Then I play English teacher for a little bit as I explain the lyrics to Jason Mraz' If It Kills Me cause I've been all over this song for a couple days now. I then try and explain Mariah's I stay in Love but for some reason I can't understand a couple lines. There's one line where I keep hearing "I float like a whale" but really? That really can't be right. She then shares some black music with me. Catchy but with no content. Whoops I didn't say anything. After about an hour, I ask if she wants to just go to Fulong cause it's closer and I do still have a class that evening at 8:00. It'd just be less of a rush and I don't really NEED to surf.

After a bit, she goes to the bathroom as our train pulls into GongLiao which is the station right before Fulong. I start thinking about GongLiao. Every summer, there's a music festival held at Fulong beach called the GongLiao Music Festival so I start thinking maybe we're supposed to get off here. But Emilia's ass is still in the bathroom and the train is gonna leave the station soon. So I start panicking slightly. Right when she comes out I ask her if we're supposed to get off here and she uses the same logic as me and says I think so! So we're all in a frenzy gathering our shit and then jump onto the platform. Right after we step down, the train doors close behind us and we've realized we've made a horrible mistake. Oh well. Being the optimistic people that we are, we just shrug our shoulders and exit the station thinking What we should do next?

We have a couple options. Wait for the next train which comes in 1.5 hours. NO. Take a cab over to Fulong. MAYBE. As we walk out of the station, what do we see right across the street? Bicycles for rent. You wanna ride over to Fulong? OK!

It really did seem like a good idea at the time...until we got to THE HILLS!!! Uphill, uphill, downhill, uphill, downhill, uphill...

That's basically how it went. I think all the exercise I've been doing helped me out that day. I mean, I was tired, that's f'sho. But I was definitely in a much better position than Emilia, even though my bike was really low (for my short legs) and each pedal only went like a foot.

(Can you see Emilia making her way up the hill??? hahaha)

So after about 45 mins of going uphill, uphill, downhill, uphill, we finally reach our destination...and GUESS WHAT?! See that red flag?? It means the beach is closed due to post-typhoon maintenance. :( DAMN YOU TYPHOON THAT HAS ALREADY LEFT! We're so close! Look at the beach! Just look at it! It's beautiful... DAMN YOU RED FLAG!

So...with our music on full blast and stripped down to our bikinis, we slowly make our way back to GongLiao to return the bikes. After a long day of biking, we reward ourselves with the best 便當ever! BEHOLD!!!

SHIT

2008-09-17T00:48:00.009+08:00

I stepped on some... It was squishy...

Currently listening to: Jason Mraz - If It Kills Me

FAT CAT

2008-09-14T23:56:00.007+08:00

So, my student was showing me her English textbook from school (which is way too easy for her by the way) and this is how our conversation went...

Merrisa: I have some bad news for you.

Mimi: Oh? What is it?

(She shows me a pic labeled FAT CAT, then a pic labeled RED RAT, then a pic of RED RAT ON FAT CAT.)

Mimi: So what's so bad about that?

Merrisa: Are you ready?

Mimi: Yeah. What is it?

(She turns the page and shows me a pic of the same FAT CAT labeled...)

Someone trying to tell me something??

It's typhooning

2008-09-13T14:52:00.003+08:00

wind and rain = lazy mimi

lazy mimi = hungry mimi

hungry mimi = grumpy mimi

sooooooooo after many careful calculations, we have come to the conclusion that...

wind and rain = grumpy mimi

SOMEBODY FEEEEEEED MEEEEEEE!!!!

I SOOOOO HUNGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

House of MJ (麻將之家)

2008-09-12T23:06:00.011+08:00

It really shouldn't be THIS hard to get a game of MJ together. REALLY. It shouldn't.

So me and To have been talking about doing MJ night for a while now, but my last couple of weeks have been crazy. Full ass weekdays of teaching, capoeira, and dance rehearsals. Then weekend trips with the fam and then with my girls (BeFeFe!). But the dance perf is over and I don't have any more trips planned, sooo we finally have time to get a game of MJ together! and it's typhooning today. PERFECT for a simple game of MJ!

Simple my ass!

So, for MJ, we need 4 people to complete the table right? I'm 1, To is 2 (hah! get it?!) so we just need 2 more. Originally, To invited a girly friend of his, Winnie (the Pooh!) who has a friend (we shall call her "doggy girl" cause she wanted to bring her dog over). So simpo, righ? WRONG. So doggy girl flakes cause it's typhooning. We're in a need of a 4th player. Problem is, I can't find a single person who either knows how to play or knows how and likes to play. So To calls out his friend Tina who said she'll come if we can't find anyone else. Tina it is! 10:00 rolls around, and where is Winnie? Flaker texts last minute saying her mom won't let her out. Thanks for the warning, bitch! Thanks for letting us walk all around my neighborhood getting supplies for the hot food that YOU requested only to not show. (On a semi-related note, why is it so hard to find sliced bread on a typhoon night? We went to every convenient store and every bakery in my area and still, nada.) So Tina calls in her troops (We shall call her "yoga girl" cause she's a yoga instructor and because no one ever introduced her properly to me and it never even occured to me to ask for her name. Weird. ) whom we had to bribe with free cab fare and dessert made by a "hot guy" (Like how I put that in quotes?? haha). FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY we have 4 people.

But wait! There's more!

I only have a mini MJ set. Each piece being about the size of my pinky nail so no one wants to play with it. To can't find anyone who will lend us a set so he goes out and buys one. 500NT, not too bad. It will be a good investment. You'll see. We'll put that shit to good use. So we're all ready to play right? No. Again, my shit gets hated on. They don't like my small IKEA coffee table that would've been a perfectly good sized MJ table for my mini MJ set. SOOOOO, they go out and buy a brand new MJ table, sponsered by Tina and with silky smooth paper I might add. So now there is a brand new normal sized MJ set, a brand new MJ table, brand new MJ sticks, and my house has now become the newest, hippest House of MJ. We're open on weeknights after 11:00 and weekends round the clock. Bring your friends, bring your family, and bring your NT!!! The house is waiting.

Oh, and if you must know. MJ night turned out to be a success, for me anyway. For a peanuts game, I won 400NT yo! Not bad for a rookie, ay?

I'm alive!!!!!

2008-09-12T22:40:00.003+08:00

So I haven't blogged since my Xanga days cause basically I was just lazy. But the other day, I got a facebook wall post from my homie Karen...

"where are you? how are you? i want to know more about whats going on with you instead of you just being alive. hello??? remember you still have friends and family on this side of the world. =("

SooOoo, on that note, I thought, maybe it's time to try this out again. Just to keep those of you who care updated on me me me me me. and me. :) This could be good. Without writing things down, I tend to forget a lot of things that have happened in my life, both good and bad. So yes, this is a new beginning. A beginning with a new and improved (HA!) and more mature (HAHA!) Mi. :)

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