My four-year-old glasses broke about 5 days ago. I lost them for a day and when I finally got off my arse to look for them they were deep in the recesses of my bed and I had slept on them and they were seriously bent. My flatmates are like "don't do it, man, you're gonna break them!" but I tried to bend them back anyway. They broke, and because I have seriously been broke aswell, and busy, I've been walking aroung the appartment holding them to my face. Christine called them my bi-monocles and the other day she helped me sticky tape them to my nose and forehead so I could watch DVDs with them in peace. They indicated to me that it was all class the way I wore them, povo-style, and eating off ham that came free with the building barbeque last Friday. I finally had another private today and went straight to the optometrist. They're not really into OPSM here. I'm like, I want glasses, so test my eyes, and instead of going into an office with a bunch of machinery he pointed to the corner where there were a couple of looking-through things and that was it. Oh shit I though to myself, it's like going to the dentist - it's amazingly cheaper and it seems to be the same standard... but there's just something wrong about it. (thanks to the dentist screwing up one filling, all the surrounding teeth have chipped, yay). This time, I'm going for a cheap & nasty pair of rimless, ooooh rimless glasses.

I'm going to Wuling Farm on the weekend. We're renting a car and apparently it's deep in the mountains, and really really good etc. You pick fruit and stay in a Japanese-style cabin and stuff. Yes!!!!! Can't wait. Bags not driving though. I swear I'm not as bad in a car as I am on a scooter. It's a totally different sport. Sport? I never said it was a sport!

The weekend after that my flat is having our long-awaited BBQ. It's called the post-moon- festival encore BBQ extravaganza and the whole world is invited.

My an-qin ban'ers like me again. They even said to me "we like you again". Nice. That's a relief, because I did a shitty performance with the da-bans. The thing that works with the an-qin'ers is the drama I throw into the stupid dialogues. They dig it when I over-act and today they even asked to come up and do it. And I came early to photocopy stuff to give to them. Nice one.

I applied for a translating job with a magazine. They sent me a paragraph in Chinese and one in English and I had to do both of them. Chinese into English was supposed to be a breeze but it took me frickin ages so I don't think I can do that job anymore. The Chinese one was this stupid Starbucks promo about working with World Vision Taiwan to buy some pens and paper for kids affected by landslides and other disasters. Like, Starbucks is huge, and helping WV ask for donations to help exactly 1500 kids is nothing but a cheap advertising campaign. I know that's the way it normally works but I realised I didn't want to translate that crap into English so even more people are inflicted with it. Or I was pissed off that it was so much harder than it looked.
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