I am sick and tired of living in a house of 8! It's never easy to live with people but some people seriously has no clue as to what "mutual respect" is! I understand that I don't really have much choice at this moment, being a student and all but seriously..tired of it...
想試試看寫中文...我真的快受不了家裡的一些人, 沒工作的沒工作, 想男人的想男人, 懶的懶, 髒的髒, 真的是很誇張. 我回台灣一個月回到這東西不見, 壞掉, 都沒人承認!
just one more year..one more year till i'm back to the working world, sometimes i really wonder why did I leave that part of my life behind to be a damn student again...there has got to be a better plan just waiting for me...
Tuesday, 31 July 2007
Monday, 30 July 2007
One more week
So next week I start my internship and I am freaking out! It's a fashion production company that specializes in fashion shows, especially in Fashion Weeks. I have no idea what production is, I don't really know what a producer does..even though Jez is a producer and we talk about his jobs all the time, I'm still not really sure what it is all about. I'm terrified that I'm going to be awful at this..and being probably the oldest intern in the company, I'm not sure if that gives me an edge or something completely opposite.
Anyway..freaking out...
dang it's August tomorrow..
Anyway..freaking out...
dang it's August tomorrow..
Saturday, 28 July 2007
oh the head....
Had two options: Stay home and watch Sideways, a great movie filmed in Napa about wine lovers, or go out to KTown and get drunk on wine with Jez and his colleague..and of course I chose the latter. And after not touching a drop of alcohol for two months, like an amateur, I downed 3 Jack and coke without hesitation. Maybe it was due to the fight I had with my mother the day before regarding the race of my boyfriend, or to the sheer bordom I face the entire day since I am now officialy umemployeed. Eitherway, I drank and drank and didn't give a damn!
Went to Camden to the famous bar, Barfly and it was not up to its reputation. The decor was grungy and rundown, filled with kids that are clearly too young to be there but pretending to be older so they'd seem cool. No card allowed, only cash, crappy drinks, unless you're drinking beer, cost 7 quid to get in and the place reeked of urine. So that was shaping to be a promising evening...
Upstairs there was band playing. To be honest the music wasn't half bad, It was catchy, good to dance, too, the singer was a pretty girl hidden behind big fringes and grey oversized smock. All I wanted to do was to take a hair brush and brush her fringes away, maybe take off her top and have her jump around in a nice bra a la Gwen Stephani style, probably would've caught more attention than her head bobbing, staring at the ground, doing the "i don't give a fuck if no one's here to listen to me, i'm just humming into the microphone anyway.." thing..
But nevertheless it was enjoyable. Then the second band came on, I guess they were the actual show. After taking the longest time in the history of setting up a band, they finally come on and it wasn't music! It was a continous screech of nails scratching down a chalkboard and scratching up again..oh god just writing about me reminds of me and makes me cringe.
Suffice to say..we left, so did a lot of people. But went downstairs and danced a bit. By then I was so drunk, I was starting to have a little fun...till I got hit by a glass of beer on my lower back. It was actually quite painful and when I looked around, I couldn't figure out who did that but I have a feeling..but I had no proof. I turned around, saw a table of overzealous cocky young 20 year olds and a child with his shirt unbuttoned thinking he's the hottest thing since sliced bread..I had a feeling it was him but I couldn't be sure so i gave him a dirty look and he looked back with a "what the fuck"...it's got to be him..so that ruined my night. I guess I told Jez and that ruined his night...so my first night out in months and this shit happens...figures..
story of my life...right?
Went to Camden to the famous bar, Barfly and it was not up to its reputation. The decor was grungy and rundown, filled with kids that are clearly too young to be there but pretending to be older so they'd seem cool. No card allowed, only cash, crappy drinks, unless you're drinking beer, cost 7 quid to get in and the place reeked of urine. So that was shaping to be a promising evening...
Upstairs there was band playing. To be honest the music wasn't half bad, It was catchy, good to dance, too, the singer was a pretty girl hidden behind big fringes and grey oversized smock. All I wanted to do was to take a hair brush and brush her fringes away, maybe take off her top and have her jump around in a nice bra a la Gwen Stephani style, probably would've caught more attention than her head bobbing, staring at the ground, doing the "i don't give a fuck if no one's here to listen to me, i'm just humming into the microphone anyway.." thing..
But nevertheless it was enjoyable. Then the second band came on, I guess they were the actual show. After taking the longest time in the history of setting up a band, they finally come on and it wasn't music! It was a continous screech of nails scratching down a chalkboard and scratching up again..oh god just writing about me reminds of me and makes me cringe.
Suffice to say..we left, so did a lot of people. But went downstairs and danced a bit. By then I was so drunk, I was starting to have a little fun...till I got hit by a glass of beer on my lower back. It was actually quite painful and when I looked around, I couldn't figure out who did that but I have a feeling..but I had no proof. I turned around, saw a table of overzealous cocky young 20 year olds and a child with his shirt unbuttoned thinking he's the hottest thing since sliced bread..I had a feeling it was him but I couldn't be sure so i gave him a dirty look and he looked back with a "what the fuck"...it's got to be him..so that ruined my night. I guess I told Jez and that ruined his night...so my first night out in months and this shit happens...figures..
story of my life...right?
Friday, 27 July 2007
never finish...
story of my life...
signed up to Blogger two days ago and just now figured out how to post a picture! I never thought of myself as computer illiterate but I have been defeated by the world of blogging. I never quite understand why people blog, I mean it is like opening up your diary to the rest of the world to read and to comment on, isn't it? But sometimes when I'm bored and Googling aimlessly, I'd come across some really funny blogs wondering how come I don't have one, I have some interesting stories to share and I certainly have a lot to say, as Jez would vouch for that, so I should have a blog and by god I will and I do!
But most people have some kind of a theme and I don't really have a theme..the challenge is I actually write in this blog of mine. So we will see...
I don't know why I didn't keep track of the events of the last 3 1/2 years, it was life changing and scary and unknown and I pretty sure there's a book in there somewhere. After packing up whatever's left after I sold everything I owned in the last 12 years being in the States, I bought a one way ticket back to where I was born, Taiwan. I don't know why I went back, all I know was I needed a change, I needed to get away from California, from the bad memories collected from living in San Francisco, from all the fights, from the dramatic events surrounded my "FBI wanted" then boyfriend, from it all..so I went home, the only place I knew that will always accept me, or so I thought..
And Taiwan was nothing I expected, I wasn't going home, I was a tourist! I didn't know where I was going, had no friends, had no sense of direction, couldn't figure out left or right, couldn't even cross the street, I mean the light says "pedestrian walk", why are all these mopeds charging towards me at record speed??
I couldn't figure out...I couldn't figure out why I was two sizes bigger than everyone else when I was a healthy size 6 in America, I am now an obese size 6 in Taiwan. I wore shorts and tank tops because it's hot and I like to be tanned, but Taiwanese girls wear long sleeve shirts and pants and walk around with an umbrella so they can keep their ghastly white complexion. And I couldn't figure out why does everyone talk to each other like they're screaming at each other? And I'm fluent in Mandarin and I still feel like people are shouting!
But not all was bad, the food, the food is amazing, there's no food like Taiwanese food..
But 8 months was all i could handle. After living away from home since i was 19, moving back home and living with parents was a new experience, and not a good one. So I looked for a way out and London was it. Out of the blue this "fashion school", Istituto Marangoni, came calling out of nowhere. The catalogue looked amazing (now I know it's all smokes and mirrors but oh well..) and I wanted to travel to Europe, London was on the top of the list but it's not a bad start, so 2005, with no place to live, no friends, no relatives, no clue how the Underground system worked, I landed at Heathrow at 4am and said to myself "what the hell are you doing"?
And that was two years ago....and this is the most important year, my last year in school, as one of the oldest student in school. This summer my internship with Inca Production has to help me figure out what it is that I want to do...if not buyer, or PR, or advertising, or designer, what the hell it is that I want to do...so third year, important year...crucial..scary..
okay, written enough, nap time...although it is sunny in London today, we don't get a lot of those here...
signed up to Blogger two days ago and just now figured out how to post a picture! I never thought of myself as computer illiterate but I have been defeated by the world of blogging. I never quite understand why people blog, I mean it is like opening up your diary to the rest of the world to read and to comment on, isn't it? But sometimes when I'm bored and Googling aimlessly, I'd come across some really funny blogs wondering how come I don't have one, I have some interesting stories to share and I certainly have a lot to say, as Jez would vouch for that, so I should have a blog and by god I will and I do!
But most people have some kind of a theme and I don't really have a theme..the challenge is I actually write in this blog of mine. So we will see...
I don't know why I didn't keep track of the events of the last 3 1/2 years, it was life changing and scary and unknown and I pretty sure there's a book in there somewhere. After packing up whatever's left after I sold everything I owned in the last 12 years being in the States, I bought a one way ticket back to where I was born, Taiwan. I don't know why I went back, all I know was I needed a change, I needed to get away from California, from the bad memories collected from living in San Francisco, from all the fights, from the dramatic events surrounded my "FBI wanted" then boyfriend, from it all..so I went home, the only place I knew that will always accept me, or so I thought..
And Taiwan was nothing I expected, I wasn't going home, I was a tourist! I didn't know where I was going, had no friends, had no sense of direction, couldn't figure out left or right, couldn't even cross the street, I mean the light says "pedestrian walk", why are all these mopeds charging towards me at record speed??
I couldn't figure out...I couldn't figure out why I was two sizes bigger than everyone else when I was a healthy size 6 in America, I am now an obese size 6 in Taiwan. I wore shorts and tank tops because it's hot and I like to be tanned, but Taiwanese girls wear long sleeve shirts and pants and walk around with an umbrella so they can keep their ghastly white complexion. And I couldn't figure out why does everyone talk to each other like they're screaming at each other? And I'm fluent in Mandarin and I still feel like people are shouting!
But not all was bad, the food, the food is amazing, there's no food like Taiwanese food..
But 8 months was all i could handle. After living away from home since i was 19, moving back home and living with parents was a new experience, and not a good one. So I looked for a way out and London was it. Out of the blue this "fashion school", Istituto Marangoni, came calling out of nowhere. The catalogue looked amazing (now I know it's all smokes and mirrors but oh well..) and I wanted to travel to Europe, London was on the top of the list but it's not a bad start, so 2005, with no place to live, no friends, no relatives, no clue how the Underground system worked, I landed at Heathrow at 4am and said to myself "what the hell are you doing"?
And that was two years ago....and this is the most important year, my last year in school, as one of the oldest student in school. This summer my internship with Inca Production has to help me figure out what it is that I want to do...if not buyer, or PR, or advertising, or designer, what the hell it is that I want to do...so third year, important year...crucial..scary..
okay, written enough, nap time...although it is sunny in London today, we don't get a lot of those here...
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