may_mary_macleod: Escaping the musk of undeserving privilege that haunts the brats I teach English to would be quite the relief. It gets tough swimming in the unhealthy bi-product of modern China all day, and don't get me started on their overbearing mothers; smiles that fake should be banned.
hkgaelic: The misery...oh the misery of even more new year's resolutions! As if once a year isn't bad enough. Is a feeling of woe compounded by the fact that I seem to be working day and night over the "holidays" covering for my Chinese colleagues who have returned home. Not that I am bitter...much.
biglebowski: I'm trying to escape this crazy Chinese girl I met at Vics, She keeps knocking and screaming at my apartment door. Please release me from this hell, even for only one night......seriously, please
mattaya: I'm trying to escape this Green Monster that keeps crawling on my windows and oozing it's way into the cracks of my walls. I'm also trying to escape it's friend the Blue Blob that follows behind it and leaves a trail of Blue Glob scattered all about my beautiful wooden floor.
If only I could escape by going on staycation will I have the chance to trick those two. And I know that the GTC Residence is probably full proof so no Green Monster will be oozing it's way in and the Blue Glob will be left in the cold to freeze and become one giant Blue Blob popsicle. :)
mattaya: I drank alcohol and ate laughy taffies just a few hours earlier. I felt like I was being set up as my friend stuck a skin tight t-shirt on me. We rode in my friend's car Cato from Trinidad and Tobabago. Just the three of us. All guys! I'm straight, one was gay and the other Cato wouldn't admit to it. Early on the gay friend said let's go to this club. So, I specifically asked about it and asked him if it was a gay club. He replied, "No"! Which was an absolute lie. I was feeling the affects of the laughy taffies and alcohol setting in. I was a bit dizzy. Cato asked me if I was alright. I told him "YES'! Which was also a lie.
As we walked to the counter to pay the entrance fee to get in which one of the others so gentlemen like had done for us. I happened to notice the guy that collected the money give me a look of interest, and I started to have my doubts that this club we were about to enter was going to be a straight club with beautiful women instead it was a gay club with guys eyeing my every move.
Now, this is when it started to get interesting. I did go there to listen to the music and dance. So that's exactly what I did. But what I received was very unexpected. I ended up twirling and doing my moves with the looks of dozens of pairs of eyes fixated on me as if I were a piece of meat ready to eat. I felt like the girl in the King Kong movie dancing for the overgrown monkey just to stay alive. It got very weird. Very very fast! Cato had good moves and for some odd reason I felt like I was playing the role of a guy that really wasn't me. Things were getting dizzy, gay guys were staring at me and giving me a smile as to say 'I want you' and I just kept dancing and dancing...
Well, at the end of the night I did have fun. A little awkward but I had my fun. The odd thing about it was The same question Cato asked me earlier about being ok was answered back with a 'YES'. And just a few moments later the Laughy Taffy, Gay Club, Lies and all of the above finally kicked into overdrive and I 'Threw up in his car". When we arrived back to the living quarters I immediately got out and ran home just to give Cato and the other liar a giant 'F' YOU!!!
may_mary_macleod: At the sprightly (though not so graceful) age of sixteen, the enticement of Beijing's nightlife could be denied no longer, and thus I ventured to try what so many expat teens had done before me and take to Sanlitun bar street. On my third attempt at this act of adulthood, I donned pirate worthy knee high boots, thinking that these paired with sheer tights would mask any suspicion of my adolescence. Being a lightweight, a few shots into the night I dragged my friends onto the luminous dance floor and edged my way towards the stripper pole at the center; because any self respecting party goer knows that's where it's at, but I also had a move in mind. Undulating suggestively while grabbing the pole didn't seem advanced enough. I had seen girls doing it before, spinning around the pole with legs pointing out daintily, and thought, how hard can it be? The answer: HARD.
To start with I couldn't get high enough to complete the elegant spiral descent, and had to clamber desperately like a monkey whilst being shoved upwards from below. Classy. Then when the moment came my boots went from wearable to weapon as they struck innocent bystanders. Those who escaped the wrath of my boots were probably whipped by my flailing hair. To cap it all I was oblivious to this commotion and came off the pole grinning and totally unashamed, it was only the next day when my friends broke the horrifying news that the true embarrassment came.
gettahome: I just now didn't eat lunch at Burger Me in Aegean Mall. I mean I ordered, but the crap that came to the table was such a travesty that I couldn't touch it beyond the single bite I managed. For one, the bread was soggy with butter. For another, the meatball--I can't call it a patty--took up only one quarter of the area of the bread, which disintegrated into a puddle of condiments when I picked it up. Finally, the meat itself was tasteless. I slid the burger-like thing from in front of me and paid my bill. If you're looking for an American burger, then take this American's advice, DON'T go to Burger Me. The place might as well be called Bugger Me!
zorigtu: Actually, there is always a run on Cheetos up at the Jenny Wang's in Pinnacle Plaza, Shunyi. Once a delivery arrives, its a couple of days before each flavour has gone. The Jalapeño flavour is amazing and cannot be good for your stomach lining! They are super delicious though, even leaving you with the memory through red fingers for a couple of days after eating...........