they didn't take anything from my roommate. they'd gone through her wallet and taken out the 25US, and just thrown it on the table.
they took everything that i had...even a one dollar bill i'd left in a sandwich bag.
it's weird to have someone go through all your stuff.
unzip all the bags.
open all the boxes.
go through all your clothes.
these things, even though they weren't taken...they're private. they're things i brought here with me that i got from friends and family.
i guess...i'm glad they only took the money. but i still hate that they did this.
you go home, and everything's open. everything that should be closed is open.
whatever.
i still have my coach bag. motherfuckers.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
i want to cry
granted, i've had a couple of beers.
our apartment got broken into today.
well.
the police and the security guards are assuming that i forgot to lock the door.
so we didn't get broken into per se...the abc was just retarded and left her door open.
so you know, i was asking for it.
they took all the extra cash i had on me. cash that i was saving to pay for chinese classes at a local college.
when we reported it to the police, they were confused at first...because my roommate's chinese isn't very good, and they had assumed nothing was taken. i got home four hours later and found out my money was gone.
1. what was taken?
2. how much money was taken?
3. (not to my face. to my roomate) why did she have that much money on her? (the doormen think i'm a whore, btw.)
4. you're not taiwanese? seriously? let's get a translator.
translator gets here.
4. she's the one that needs help? she doesnt look foreign.
5. how much money do you make a month?
6. how much does your rent cost? (nothing to do with anything, just in case you couldnt figure that out)
7.. do you have a boyfriend or husband?
8. why don't you have a boyfriend/husband?
9. you must be used to seeing black people, huh? (not that i'm [the cop] being racist, you know)
i get home from work. my roommate tells us we've been broken into. i think she's joking. then i see that she has the kitchen knife next to her on the coffee table. we answer everyone's fucking nosy ass questions. i go to the police. the male police officers practice their english on me. view me as a novelty. i go home.
while i'm at the police station, my roommate stays at the apt with the security guard, who gets into an argument with her about how she's not American. (she's ABC as well).
asshole.
the security guards tell me to pay 500 NT to pay for the cost of transcribing the surveillance tapes to CD.
i tell them, "i was just robbed, and you want me to give you money?" (we already pay a security fee for our building...on top of our rent).
they tell me they'll get back to me about it later.
i had gotten home around 9. it's midnight now. i hadnt eaten since 4. and i fucking failed the class i had taught at six.
we go to a bar.
cuz naturally, i'm an alcoholic. and i can't handle these situations. have a cigarette too. meet some dogs. wax poetic about how much greater animals are than people.
i meet a bunch of white guys who remind me why i hate america.
or just why i hate white guys.
and i think..
WELCOME TO FUCKING TAIWAN.
taiwan: 1.5 months.
our apartment got broken into today.
well.
the police and the security guards are assuming that i forgot to lock the door.
so we didn't get broken into per se...the abc was just retarded and left her door open.
so you know, i was asking for it.
they took all the extra cash i had on me. cash that i was saving to pay for chinese classes at a local college.
when we reported it to the police, they were confused at first...because my roommate's chinese isn't very good, and they had assumed nothing was taken. i got home four hours later and found out my money was gone.
1. what was taken?
2. how much money was taken?
3. (not to my face. to my roomate) why did she have that much money on her? (the doormen think i'm a whore, btw.)
4. you're not taiwanese? seriously? let's get a translator.
translator gets here.
4. she's the one that needs help? she doesnt look foreign.
5. how much money do you make a month?
6. how much does your rent cost? (nothing to do with anything, just in case you couldnt figure that out)
7.. do you have a boyfriend or husband?
8. why don't you have a boyfriend/husband?
9. you must be used to seeing black people, huh? (not that i'm [the cop] being racist, you know)
i get home from work. my roommate tells us we've been broken into. i think she's joking. then i see that she has the kitchen knife next to her on the coffee table. we answer everyone's fucking nosy ass questions. i go to the police. the male police officers practice their english on me. view me as a novelty. i go home.
while i'm at the police station, my roommate stays at the apt with the security guard, who gets into an argument with her about how she's not American. (she's ABC as well).
asshole.
the security guards tell me to pay 500 NT to pay for the cost of transcribing the surveillance tapes to CD.
i tell them, "i was just robbed, and you want me to give you money?" (we already pay a security fee for our building...on top of our rent).
they tell me they'll get back to me about it later.
i had gotten home around 9. it's midnight now. i hadnt eaten since 4. and i fucking failed the class i had taught at six.
we go to a bar.
cuz naturally, i'm an alcoholic. and i can't handle these situations. have a cigarette too. meet some dogs. wax poetic about how much greater animals are than people.
i meet a bunch of white guys who remind me why i hate america.
or just why i hate white guys.
and i think..
WELCOME TO FUCKING TAIWAN.
taiwan: 1.5 months.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
omg i make no sense and im just confused right now bear with me
it's 7am and i can feel my breath congeal against my face mask. moist air on one side, pollution on the other.
having sex seems to mean so much more here than it does anywhere else.
a cabbie picks me up on the corner.
"i thought the foreigner would be getting in the car, too"
i shake my head no.
"he's your..." he prompts, but i know what he's thinking. my hair is disheveled, my eyes are bleary, i smell like alcohol.
i know what he is thinking. the people who had seen me on the curb had been thinking the same thing.
"he's my co-worker. i'm an english teacher."
but it's not true, what you're thinking, i go on, justifying my actions. it's commonplace in america, this type of thing. it's okay, because i'm american too, and this is what happens in America.
because i'm american too.
it doesn't matter that nothing happened last night. that he was a white boy who wanted to be jerked off, while i laid in bed next to him with all my clothes on.
the cabbie knows what happened.
he looks at my face.
"you speak chinese well. lots of ABC's, they come back, and they can't speak a word."
"thanks."
he looks at me in the rearview mirror again.
i look at him.
he speaks a few lines of taiwanese.
"you didn't understand what i just said?"
"no," i say. "didn't understand any of it at all."
having sex seems to mean so much more here than it does anywhere else.
a cabbie picks me up on the corner.
"i thought the foreigner would be getting in the car, too"
i shake my head no.
"he's your..." he prompts, but i know what he's thinking. my hair is disheveled, my eyes are bleary, i smell like alcohol.
i know what he is thinking. the people who had seen me on the curb had been thinking the same thing.
"he's my co-worker. i'm an english teacher."
but it's not true, what you're thinking, i go on, justifying my actions. it's commonplace in america, this type of thing. it's okay, because i'm american too, and this is what happens in America.
because i'm american too.
it doesn't matter that nothing happened last night. that he was a white boy who wanted to be jerked off, while i laid in bed next to him with all my clothes on.
the cabbie knows what happened.
he looks at my face.
"you speak chinese well. lots of ABC's, they come back, and they can't speak a word."
"thanks."
he looks at me in the rearview mirror again.
i look at him.
he speaks a few lines of taiwanese.
"you didn't understand what i just said?"
"no," i say. "didn't understand any of it at all."
Saturday, February 7, 2009
my apt
soo....this is my apt!
i sleep at the top of those stairs. it reminded me of japan, so i was really happy when my roomie and i decided to get this place. it even has the same dust bunnies as i would have in japan...plus it's a little bit less claustrophobic.
random though, i miss how japan smells.
anyways, the problem is that people just walk up those stairs whenever they want...i guess they dont realize it's my bedroom - they think of it more as an extension of the living room.
even though my bed is up there, and i'm up there in my pj's under the blankets, some people still go up there and try to talk to me.
what i need is a KEEP THE FUCK OUT UNLESS I'M TALKING TO YOU sign.
or, a door that i can close.
god i hate that my english sucks now. i cant express my thoughts the way i used to.
anyways.
shower curtain, maybe?
Thursday, February 5, 2009
stray dogs are SCARY at night. they form packs in the outdoor markets, where all the vendors leave their tables. i was jogging, and all of a sudden i hear all this barking, and a couple of them ran right up to me and started growling at me. i felt like they were going to bite my legs.
on a side note...
food gives me a buzz now.
alcohol does not.
on a side note...
food gives me a buzz now.
alcohol does not.
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