Weekend Recap....

Yep, Sunday blues again. 4-day long weekend went by too too fast.

Let me recap a little bit of my weekend before I clean my room and go out for a jog.

Wednesday Night

Went home after work, then went to Phyo's KTV party, left early to go to the club. Boring. I am trying very hard to have fun when I go out, but everytime I fail myself. I've lost all power to entertain and be entertained.

Thursday

This is what happens when you go home late the night before, because your next day is ruined by sleeping in and feeling yucky. Deb came over in the afternoon, and we headed to Tien Mu to find Lil & Wendy. Had dinner at a German restaurant. It was a 2vs2 situation, between the cat-lovers and the cat-haters. Deborah wouldn't stop feeding the stray cat with German sausages. Lilian wouldn't stop "meowing" at the cat. I'm thinking... do cats really like being meow-ed at? It's probably thinking "You DO NOT speak my language biatch! So why don't you shut the fuck up and let me eat?!" Cats are pretty evil. But good times :) Chatted about the usual.. religion, boys, slutty stories, animals, etc.

Friday

Stayed home the whole day, then met up with Elin for dinner & drinks at Regent. Girl chats are awesome.

Saturday

Met up with Wendy for coffee & shopping downtown (failure). Umm then went home, and cleaned my room until 2am, then watched 7 Pounds.

Today

Shopped around by myself for 4 hours. Came home for dinner, and now I am here.

I am sad having to go to work tomorrow... But Nelson is coming soon and I will be able to go to kenting and get some sun. Other than that, living here sucks, as usual. Nothing new.

Oops!

me: Hey you know your friend R? Well I think he's a big loser. He doesn't even look you in the eye when he talks.  It's rude and not very sincere.  Anyway, big loser. I hate him. And because I hate him, I'm not going to his lounge opening.

P: Dude, he has lazy eye.

me: It can't be THAT lazy.

P: No, it's pretty lazy.

me: Hang on, are you for real?

P: YES.

me: Ok then, sorry.  But I'm still not going to his bar.

Faith

I guess it's true. When people are most desperate, they turn to a spiritual guide, hoping for some kind of miracle. I am Buddhist by default. I go to the temple once in a blue moon, with my coworkers before a huge event, or with my mom before taking a plane ride, praying for a safe landing. Today, for the first time in my life, I went to the temple by myself. It's one of those times I really do feel like I need a spiritual backing, because there is nothing else I can do. I feel useless. I prayed for a long long time... And I've never spoken to 'them' so sincerely. I hope they heard me. Hear me out: My health for his health. Simple as that.

I like my Sunday.

Sunday is usually my alone/rest day.

I usually stay at home, watch TV, go jog, surf the internet, clean my closet, etc.  About 2 years ago, I discovered this really cool second-hand book/cd shop on Yong Kang Street, which is about 4 short bus stops away from my house.  Ever since then, I'd go back every few Sundays to just flip through random books or oldschool CDs.  I knew that they had a vinyl records section, a huge selection, actually.  But I never bothered looking through it because I didn't have a record player anyway.

Now, I have a turntable.  So today I went to the 2nd hand store intending to buy some vinyl for the beach trip coming up.  I am so glad I had my camera in my bag, because I found some pretty incredible and truly bankai stuff.  

First, I check out the English section, or as they label, Western music.

I am guessing the "Poussez!" are the slutsos of the 70s (or 80s?)...

Orleans - Yummers homo action.

Joe Public - I've actually heard of them! Old school.

These guys are ultra cool wearing adidas tracksuits and superstars.

This album is titled "Jealousy", and this guy looks like a crazy wife-beating lunatic.

Now browsing the Chinese section...

hehehe... if you can read chinese, you can see that this album is titled "The Story of Kimchee"

This is bankai, I love this vintage look.

This LP features 2 tracks, one called "Who stole my lover" and the other "Miss Hotpants".

BANKAI.

After 2 straight days of clubbing, I am content that I had a day to myself to do absolutely nothing. Back to work tomorrow :(

Wow.

I'm at 18 right now updating my blog in the middle of the dance floor. Sober and watching all the young girls trying very hard to be sexy and boys coming up trying to speak English with a very heavy accent. Wow. Fun! It really sucks having such a high alcohol tolerance relAtive to all your girlfriends.

So what do you guys think?

What do you guys think??

I'm sure I have better comparison pictures but I'm too lazy to upload right now.

How?

So I've been transferring stuff from my family laptop to my macbook, and organizing photos via iPhoto.  And I am AMAZED at how I was able to pull off all night partying. Looking at these party photos already make me tired, nonetheless actually going through with the night. 

I mean, don't get me wrong, it was fun and all... But I just physically can not do it anymore.  When I go out my maximum is 1:30am.. and then it all gets drowsy wowsy, not because I'm drunk, but because I am seriously sleepy and my body tells me that it's bed time.

Pretty bad huh? But I guess once you go past quarter-life, that is what you are left with.  No cute boys, no social life... just me and my macbook.

Oh my god I'm so tired...

It's 10:20pm and I'm waiting for the bus to go home. I'm so tired... Planning another show July 2nd, looking at advertorial drafts of Jet Li all day, endless meetings, planning the NBA Taiwan Games, dealing with the media, pushing for exposure, arrange interviews for celebs, and sponsorships.... I can't wait for a vacation. But I should be lucky that I even have a job? Just heard today that Nike Tw are doing major layoffs this week. They give u 2 hours notice, tell u to pack up your shit, and bounce. Two of my ex coworkers got laid off. I mean, I understand the whole concept of protecting company confidential assets and all, but isn't 2 hours notice a little too harsh? U go into work all motivated and happy.... And then oops! Sorry we gotta let u go! Leave this building... NOW. I bet they'll never wear Nike again.

Weekend Thoughts...

Weekends always go by so fast. I always have the same feeling every Sunday night. I tense up thinking about Monday and all the people I have to call and all the emails I have to write and all the meetings scheduled for the next week. Right now I'm just looking forward to the Kenting trip. Get away from the city, be it only a few days is better than nothing at all. My friend, CEO of Animals Taiwan, has attracted a stalker. This guy is mesmerized by her beauty (he actually wrote it in his facebook profile). My CEO friend says next time she sees him, she's going to wear hot pants. I told her not to push his jizzmit (aka jizz limit), because otherwise he might become a chinese mystical character too. Here are some photos of the flea market last weekend...

Our selection of ultra cool stuff...

Deborah discovered this ad, offering English tutoring... Welcome to browse to our www.kindpatience.com.tw or send your RESURME and photo to...

BTW, if you are interested, you can see what Jane looks like.. click here.

What a great place to send your kids!

Also, we discovered this very racist club.. Taipei Foreign Wives Club... but they only allow Caucasion women, they won't chill with vietnamese brides.

Another announcement, I just want to say that I like these two very much, YaPs! Notice how big of a light bulb I was...

As for the rest of the weekend, I really didn't do much. Friday night, I just went home after work, and I cleaned my closet. I came across a pair of very old jeans I was about to throw out. But I decided that I would play around with them before I let them go. I gathered pieces and edges of it and tied it with lots of string, then I poured bleach in a bucket and threw the jeans in. I tossed and turned the jeans a bit to make sure that the bleach is fully absorbed. When the color started to change, I rinsed the jeans with water, threw in washer and dryer. And now, I have a new pair of tie-dyed-ish jeans I would actually wear again. I think the color turned out to be a little lighter than I would have liked, but I can always re-dye it again. This whole DIY thing I have may not be such a good thing because I am trying to clean out my closet, get rid of old stuff to give myself more room. But now.. I don't actually throw things away, which means my closet is still exploding with crap. Anyway, Vince and I have a very special project coming up, which will buy us that yaht and that penthouse we've always wanted. TeeHeehEhehe... We need to keep it on the DL right now, but hopefully we'll be able to reveal our money-making machine soon.

You stupid, desperate fool.

Just came back from a very inspiring jog, so I have some things to say. Number 1. You stupid, dumb boy. Little do you know, I don't care that you care it was my birthday. I don't care that you want to take me out for dinner, because I have better ways to spend my time, like pick up dog poop. I don't care that you just broke up with your girlfriend of 6 years. What, do you think I would actually be interested? HOW DARE YOU. Off you go, little one... reject, block, delete. Dumb fucker. Number 2. I just realized that I never "wished" for anything for my birthday, I blew out candles from that adidas-breast cake, but I never made my wishes because I was too drunk and too busy licking the boobage. So, here I go.... Wish 1 - For my parents to be healthy and happy forever and ever. Wish 2 - For my parents to be healthy and happy forever and ever. Wish 3 - Apparently I'm supposed to keep the last one to myself. Number 3. My plans will not change.

I'm sick.

It's Sunday night, 11:48pm, which means my Monday blues is going to hit me in just about 12 minutes. I had a good weekend! Chilling with friends, cleaning my closet, mourned about being 26 with drastic alcohol consumption, night jogging, helped out at the flea market... and yet I still feel completely sick of this city.

Could it be living with my parents? Could it be working a frustrating job where global has managed to freeze our marketing budget and YET still expect us to produce the same about of work? Could it be the acquaintances I see at various places (ie. Clubs/Bars) telling me that I'm fat? Could it be some kind of chinese mystical creature that keeps calling me and wanting to be my everything? Could it be the fact that I wake up every morning thinking, what the fuck am I doing here?

Anyway, I'm not sure how long this morbid feeling will last for, but Taipei has taken it's toll on me. It's time to part and say goodbye. 

Just one point about the boys that say I'm fat... These are boys who have NO MEAT whatsoever on their body. I could probably kick their ass if I wanted to. I would probably crush them, actually. I'm not and I have never been skinny, but I really don't need scrawny femme fobby guys telling me that I am an elephant right now.  There are so many things I could say about them, but I'm just too sleepy. BB.

My Birthday Weekend

Well, my birthday week has officially ended. Unlike last year, no crazy party with everyone, no double tables reserved at the club.  I just don't feel like going out anymore, and it doesn't help with my new Macbook which I want to spend every minute of my day with <3>

On the eve of my birthday I went to Barcode...

On the day of my birthday I went to China White with the ladies.

On the day after my birthday I went to ktv for me & Katie's joint birthday party (we do this every year, with adidas work people).  Again, the scale of this years' party was much smaller than last years, which means less people to entertain, which makes me happier.  Nonetheless I managed to get myself pretty hammered.

I just want to say, what a COOL cake our assistant got us. Notice how there is a 3-stripe logo AND an Originals Trefoil. Doesn't get much better than this...

On Saturday I went to watch 17 Again with D, then we went to Roxy for a drink.. for 4-5 drinks, actually.  It was good when it was still early and only a few tables of people.  J came afterward, it got busy, basically the entire club was filled with rowdy boys* and girls wearing a little too much make-up. Not even 1:30am, and I had to call it quits.  

*sidenote: I believe these rowdy boys are actually not that rowdy when they are sober. But when it is in a club setting, and when they've had a bit more to drink, they tend to start thinking that they are stud-lier and more handsome than usual.  With confidence comes the rowdiness, and with the rowdiness, up comes my disgust-level.

So, after 4 days of alcohol consumption, I would like to make a final conclusion.  I love my friends here in Taiwan, but I hate living here.  Although those are genuine smiles in the photos, I wake up every morning feeling like shit.

hMmmmm...

two six. *shake my head* It all goes downhill from here, all down hill....

Doubt

Being doubted really sucks, especially if the people doubting you are your parents. Here is how I usually handle doubt:

1. You doubt me.
2. I doubt me.
3. I get mad at you for doubting me.
4. I get mad at myself for being emotionally affected by your doubt.
5. I show you.
6. You don't doubt me anymore.

Let me show you folks what your daughter can do. I may not be the brightest but I am not completely incompetent either.

The new me, the fraying denim me.

Friday/Saturday night.... Friend 1: hey do you want to go out? Me: No, I'm going to stay in tonight... I gotta fray my jeans. Friend 2: Hey me & XX are going to XXX for a drink, come out. Me: I really can't I have to distress my pants. This is the new hermitized me.. and my current obsession of destroying a perfectly good pair of jeans while watching episodes of The Office. I don't go out, because nothing out there really amuses me anymore... not the superficial/shallow streets of the East District, not the clubs and the alcohol, and definitely not the boys. Therefore, I choose to stay home with my scissors, sandpaper, chalk, and seam ripper to destroy the shit out of my jeans. It's good times.

On another note, I miss bellini's. Especially bellini's at Milestones or Cactus on Robson Street.

Beautiful beautiful Labor Day Friday

... And I have to go do a fucking photoshoot at 6pm. Life is not very fair... It's deodorant season. Usually I don't wear deodorant unless I'm jogging or doing something sweaty. This is because I don't smell. Or I mean, no one has ever told me that I had BO. But summer has already hit Taiwan and it's that time of the year here where I think the government should make deodorant a mandatory law EVERYDAY. Common courtesy. Knowing my bitchy friends, someone is bound to leave a comment on this post telling me that I smell. Haha u funny person.. U smell like shit too. On a side note, I just sent out my first resume, I am officially in the job market. Wish me luck. Plenty of it.