Tuesday, January 04, 2005
It's my second last Tuesday in Taiwan. 11 days left! NO WAY. I don't really feel it, except that my private lessons are winding up which means no more pocket money, and my scooter goes tomorrow. I have been reading over old posts from ages ago and didn't realise how long I had been doing it for. Like, from before Hong Kong. The internet addiction has got to go, but man what a way to preserve the memories. Everything is in cardboard boxes now.
chinese forums
kindy update.i had thought the face thing was smoothed over but today i arrived and learnt that there is a new wave of discontent because during the last international face-loss incident, whatever it was, the 'nan guo' that i expressed was too 'laibuji' which basically means that i figured out what the hell was going on and tried to say sorry, all too late. It just wasn't good enough; I was supposed to have been more 'on the ball' at the time, which sucks because I had just explained to them about communication problems etc. If I was a blonde-haired blue-eyed white man bearing gifts perhaps I could treat them all like fucking shit without it phasing them! No, let me rephrase that. My EQ is lacking (made up for of course with my IQ Mhaw Ha Ha), which was especially apparent the time the guy whom I had the hots for asked me out, but instead of saying "Will you go out with me?" said, "my friend just gave me two tickets to see The Day After Tomorrow. Have you seen it?"... I thought he was just making conversation, so I said "Yes, I have seen it. And I thought it sucked arse. It was totally B-Grade." Then he went all quiet... After 6 or 7 hours had passed, back on my bed in the girls' dorms reading Great Expectations, it suddenly dawned on me what had in fact occurred that morning; and I learnt what it means to be beside one's self.
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chinese forums
kindy update.i had thought the face thing was smoothed over but today i arrived and learnt that there is a new wave of discontent because during the last international face-loss incident, whatever it was, the 'nan guo' that i expressed was too 'laibuji' which basically means that i figured out what the hell was going on and tried to say sorry, all too late. It just wasn't good enough; I was supposed to have been more 'on the ball' at the time, which sucks because I had just explained to them about communication problems etc. If I was a blonde-haired blue-eyed white man bearing gifts perhaps I could treat them all like fucking shit without it phasing them! No, let me rephrase that. My EQ is lacking (made up for of course with my IQ Mhaw Ha Ha), which was especially apparent the time the guy whom I had the hots for asked me out, but instead of saying "Will you go out with me?" said, "my friend just gave me two tickets to see The Day After Tomorrow. Have you seen it?"... I thought he was just making conversation, so I said "Yes, I have seen it. And I thought it sucked arse. It was totally B-Grade." Then he went all quiet... After 6 or 7 hours had passed, back on my bed in the girls' dorms reading Great Expectations, it suddenly dawned on me what had in fact occurred that morning; and I learnt what it means to be beside one's self.
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