Hello my dear tomato haired bosom friend!
don't you think bosom friend is the funniest expression ever?
my boooosom friend!
(please emphasize the boo at the beginning, it makes it so much more victorian)
I can just imagine a starry eyed deb saying to her most unfortunately plain lady friend, oh my dear dear Jane dahling, you are my most important boooosom friend!
anyway, LA has been good to your health, hasn't it?
I've also noticed your most interesting LAian accent!
how adorable!
how wonderful!
how absolutely unique!
= =
I don't think I will ever try to be victorian ever again, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Hello my carrot-haired amigo!
I've tried looking for the books you suggested and I was disappointed again and again...
People in Taiwan don't care much for crazy literature, do they?
Well, no worries, I have my ways.
Just to let you know... I am going to major in finance and/or economics
the stock market needs some crashing XD
shocked?
don't be, it'll be fun
oh and I've asked the DJ about DJing
and he told me to send in a tape of my voice for about thirty seconds
apparently, other than paying for your internship, you also have to have some sort of special connection
Taiwan is a beastly place for an innocent little girl like me.
I've tried looking for the books you suggested and I was disappointed again and again...
People in Taiwan don't care much for crazy literature, do they?
Well, no worries, I have my ways.
Just to let you know... I am going to major in finance and/or economics
the stock market needs some crashing XD
shocked?
don't be, it'll be fun
oh and I've asked the DJ about DJing
and he told me to send in a tape of my voice for about thirty seconds
apparently, other than paying for your internship, you also have to have some sort of special connection
Taiwan is a beastly place for an innocent little girl like me.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
the RBCs are back.
after stuffing ourselves with all the Rocky Mountains Marshmellows we could get our roots on
we have decided to overthrow the MOTHER TAMPON
we have decided that her holy motherness has become her holey motherness
she no longer has the power she once had over us
she is now ...... HOLEY
TAMPONS BEWARE
this is not just your usual sugar infused rebellion
we RBCs have been alert and sugar-free ( in other words sober ) for two hours now
and we are ready to change society's rusty and holey way of doing things
we will overthrow the MOTHER TAMPON and build an all new utopia with Grade-A tampons for all and no annual sacrfices
RBCs will live properous lives
RBCs shall build a new dynasty where carrots never grow old and tampons never become holey!!!!
after stuffing ourselves with all the Rocky Mountains Marshmellows we could get our roots on
we have decided to overthrow the MOTHER TAMPON
we have decided that her holy motherness has become her holey motherness
she no longer has the power she once had over us
she is now ...... HOLEY
TAMPONS BEWARE
this is not just your usual sugar infused rebellion
we RBCs have been alert and sugar-free ( in other words sober ) for two hours now
and we are ready to change society's rusty and holey way of doing things
we will overthrow the MOTHER TAMPON and build an all new utopia with Grade-A tampons for all and no annual sacrfices
RBCs will live properous lives
RBCs shall build a new dynasty where carrots never grow old and tampons never become holey!!!!
Monday, July 14, 2008
my first motorycle was not a harley
it was a shadow
and I would strap a guitar to the back of it
I thought myself the devil back then and that guitar was my hound of hell
my muse...you cant look for trouble...freedom...love... on anything but a motorcycle
scooters are for women who want to keep there legs closed
and men who are afraid of whats between theirs.
but it has nothing to do with hair metal...it is rock and roll, old school, real...
it is the stones, back sabbath...maybe even early van halen...maybe and Im stretching
it like vinyl pants on that one...
"joan jet" of joan jet and the black hearts was a motorcycle in a previous life
it was a shadow
and I would strap a guitar to the back of it
I thought myself the devil back then and that guitar was my hound of hell
my muse...you cant look for trouble...freedom...love... on anything but a motorcycle
scooters are for women who want to keep there legs closed
and men who are afraid of whats between theirs.
but it has nothing to do with hair metal...it is rock and roll, old school, real...
it is the stones, back sabbath...maybe even early van halen...maybe and Im stretching
it like vinyl pants on that one...
"joan jet" of joan jet and the black hearts was a motorcycle in a previous life
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Maybe I was born on a Harley. That would explain my mindless love for 80's rock and long hair. Perhaps that would also explain my fastination for motorbikes, not scooters, motorbikes. I mean scooters scoot. (Is there such a word?!) Motorbikes rumble, they call for a kind of wild untamed respect, wolves of the city. I rode a motorbike yesterday, and I was born again.
ROCK ON!!!
ROCK ON!!!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
When I was a little las in the states, grandparents in storybooks and in the community were withered old people with broad smiles. Grandmothers tended to have a wonderful cinnamon-applepie kind of homely smell whenever you hugged them and they always had a cookie handy. Grandfathers would sit you in their lap and tell you stories of the good old days. Of course, my grandparents were living in Taiwan at the time, so I had to imagine what Taiwanese grandparents would be like. In my innocent little mind, I thought Taiwanese grandparents would be no different. The snacks they baked and the stories they told would probably be a bit different, but they would still be kindly little figures.
When I moved back to Taiwan, everything was a complete bundle of new sights, sounds, and smells. Whenever I walked into my Grandparents home, strong scents of chinese herbs would force it's way up my nostrils. You could also see my disappointment when I found out traditional Taiwanese didn't have dessert after every meal. What about my homemade cookies?! Instead of a grandma that planted daisies and made sweets, my grandma planted garlic and raised poultry. She would slaughter a chicken everytime my family went back to visit. The chicken would always be lying peacefuly head and all in the middle of the table. Surrounding the chicken would usually be around ten plates of traditional stir-fry or steamed foods. Grandma's biggest nightmare was that we become malnurished from all that unhealthy city food. She would nag us until we were so full we could only lay with our eyes half-closed like the chicken. Of all the dishes she would prepare, my lovely granny would always fry up a batch of chicken blood... from that very chicken.
My first impression of Grandpa was of him picking on his toenails. Another thing that set him apart from mainstream Grandpas was that he enjoyed adding a curse word at the end of every sentence. Curse words in grandpa's dictionary was something that could be used as a greeting or a goodbye, an explanation of happiness or simply as a curse. Great with me! He enjoyed walking around in his boxers and had to eat everything before anyone else. Grandpa rode a large motorbike and would speed through the traffic lights just like any 18 year old. I loved riding in the back. It gave mommy a heart attack. He would ride us around town and take us to meet other old friends of his. I especially enjoyed it when he took us to a general store his friend owned. I could stuff my pocket with everything money could buy there.
In the end, I discovered that no matter how different my grandparents were, they still loved me in there own special way. It wasn't hard to see from the happy curse grandpa greeted me with everytime a got home or the smile on grandma's face whenever I reached out for a second helping of chicken blood.
When I moved back to Taiwan, everything was a complete bundle of new sights, sounds, and smells. Whenever I walked into my Grandparents home, strong scents of chinese herbs would force it's way up my nostrils. You could also see my disappointment when I found out traditional Taiwanese didn't have dessert after every meal. What about my homemade cookies?! Instead of a grandma that planted daisies and made sweets, my grandma planted garlic and raised poultry. She would slaughter a chicken everytime my family went back to visit. The chicken would always be lying peacefuly head and all in the middle of the table. Surrounding the chicken would usually be around ten plates of traditional stir-fry or steamed foods. Grandma's biggest nightmare was that we become malnurished from all that unhealthy city food. She would nag us until we were so full we could only lay with our eyes half-closed like the chicken. Of all the dishes she would prepare, my lovely granny would always fry up a batch of chicken blood... from that very chicken.
My first impression of Grandpa was of him picking on his toenails. Another thing that set him apart from mainstream Grandpas was that he enjoyed adding a curse word at the end of every sentence. Curse words in grandpa's dictionary was something that could be used as a greeting or a goodbye, an explanation of happiness or simply as a curse. Great with me! He enjoyed walking around in his boxers and had to eat everything before anyone else. Grandpa rode a large motorbike and would speed through the traffic lights just like any 18 year old. I loved riding in the back. It gave mommy a heart attack. He would ride us around town and take us to meet other old friends of his. I especially enjoyed it when he took us to a general store his friend owned. I could stuff my pocket with everything money could buy there.
In the end, I discovered that no matter how different my grandparents were, they still loved me in there own special way. It wasn't hard to see from the happy curse grandpa greeted me with everytime a got home or the smile on grandma's face whenever I reached out for a second helping of chicken blood.
Friday, July 11, 2008
coffee with a friend was a very special experience
held back truths
not lies
just held back truths
held back pasts and half dreams of the future
joking everytime the air started to condense
perhaps we are like that
held back half-people of who we wish we could be
hiding our fears behind laughter and jokes about whatever
nobody wants to face who they really are
held back truths
not lies
just held back truths
held back pasts and half dreams of the future
joking everytime the air started to condense
perhaps we are like that
held back half-people of who we wish we could be
hiding our fears behind laughter and jokes about whatever
nobody wants to face who they really are
Thursday, July 10, 2008
teaching little kids swimming is very fulfilling
in the GOD DAMN IT I WISH I COULD SQUISH THEM kind of way
they spit in your face whenever they can and run around the pool emiting scream-shreeks
they refuse to swim when you tell them to
and whenever you get the nerve to grab them and tickle them
you have to look nervously behind your back to see if the parents saw
if they just happenned to be too busy gossipping then you're in luck
however if they just happenned to see tickle scream incident, then you will have to face the tight smiles and disapproving stares
the only thing you can do about that is clumsly pat the migets head and beam back at the parent
in class A there is a mix of students
some are just learning to frog-swim
others are already practicing the hard butterfly
if you ask me, they look more like earthworms
not caterpillers, earthworms
they have not yet aquired the graceful inching of a caterpiller
they look more like earthworms when you throw them in water
wiggling for dear life with arms waving helplessly in the air
as for the frog-swimmers
they are a potentialy dangerous group
be careful while you walk through them
skinny frog legs kick all that are unassuming
i just happen to be a TA for class A
being a TA is a wonderful experience
the students never listen to you because you are not a teacher
they pick on you and find ways to make you look bad in front of the TEACHER
what ever happened to innocence?
in the GOD DAMN IT I WISH I COULD SQUISH THEM kind of way
they spit in your face whenever they can and run around the pool emiting scream-shreeks
they refuse to swim when you tell them to
and whenever you get the nerve to grab them and tickle them
you have to look nervously behind your back to see if the parents saw
if they just happenned to be too busy gossipping then you're in luck
however if they just happenned to see tickle scream incident, then you will have to face the tight smiles and disapproving stares
the only thing you can do about that is clumsly pat the migets head and beam back at the parent
in class A there is a mix of students
some are just learning to frog-swim
others are already practicing the hard butterfly
if you ask me, they look more like earthworms
not caterpillers, earthworms
they have not yet aquired the graceful inching of a caterpiller
they look more like earthworms when you throw them in water
wiggling for dear life with arms waving helplessly in the air
as for the frog-swimmers
they are a potentialy dangerous group
be careful while you walk through them
skinny frog legs kick all that are unassuming
i just happen to be a TA for class A
being a TA is a wonderful experience
the students never listen to you because you are not a teacher
they pick on you and find ways to make you look bad in front of the TEACHER
what ever happened to innocence?
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
i sat in front of the computer
and looked at your posts
i suddenly felt empty
and then i started listening to the song
that song
keep your eyes ahead
then i started to cry
perhaps it was the fact that my mom just had coffee with me this morning
god that makes it sound like i'm being fired from my position as a daughter
or perhaps it was the fact that i've been having a hard time finding a balence point between family and friends
or perhaps it is just because i'm a girl and girls cry
wait but jennys don't cry
coffee with mom was like going to the bathroom in a night market where bathrooms are impossible to find and dirty when you finially find one
the moment you step into the bathroom you ask god why you just had to have four glasses of watermelon juice
the floor is dirty from the clumsy before you
the toilet has a grimy, sad look... a homeless person type of toilet
but no matter how homeless the toilet is
you are still thankful afterwards
coffee with mom was like that
you ask yourself how did you let everything build up inside you
all the little insecurities
all the dirty little thoughts
of how unfair it is for them to expect so much from you
of how unfair it is for them to want you to stay in Taiwan just because you are smarter then your sister
of how unfair it is for them to want you to give up studing in Taiwan now that they are afraid of knowing your test scores
of how unfair it is for them to want you to take SAT now that the entrance exams are over and done with
of how unfair the whole bloody world is
but you feel better afterwards
finding a balence point between family and friends is not an easy task when there is a tug-of-war with you in the middle
it is not an easy task when a possive friend wants to hold on to you so tight that you can't breathe
you want to tell him to let go
but you can't say the words aloud
or perhaps it just is because i'm a girl
or a very sissy jenny
and looked at your posts
i suddenly felt empty
and then i started listening to the song
that song
keep your eyes ahead
then i started to cry
perhaps it was the fact that my mom just had coffee with me this morning
god that makes it sound like i'm being fired from my position as a daughter
or perhaps it was the fact that i've been having a hard time finding a balence point between family and friends
or perhaps it is just because i'm a girl and girls cry
wait but jennys don't cry
coffee with mom was like going to the bathroom in a night market where bathrooms are impossible to find and dirty when you finially find one
the moment you step into the bathroom you ask god why you just had to have four glasses of watermelon juice
the floor is dirty from the clumsy before you
the toilet has a grimy, sad look... a homeless person type of toilet
but no matter how homeless the toilet is
you are still thankful afterwards
coffee with mom was like that
you ask yourself how did you let everything build up inside you
all the little insecurities
all the dirty little thoughts
of how unfair it is for them to expect so much from you
of how unfair it is for them to want you to stay in Taiwan just because you are smarter then your sister
of how unfair it is for them to want you to give up studing in Taiwan now that they are afraid of knowing your test scores
of how unfair it is for them to want you to take SAT now that the entrance exams are over and done with
of how unfair the whole bloody world is
but you feel better afterwards
finding a balence point between family and friends is not an easy task when there is a tug-of-war with you in the middle
it is not an easy task when a possive friend wants to hold on to you so tight that you can't breathe
you want to tell him to let go
but you can't say the words aloud
or perhaps it just is because i'm a girl
or a very sissy jenny
Monday, July 7, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
I just sat down to unpack...there isn't much in the lines of things I really
wanted to take back so I wasn't in a hurry to open anything
When I opened the book and read what you wrote I wanted to talk to you
Thought I should have tried harder to smuggle you into a country that would have allowed you to flourish like a venomous weed, or an oversized fish.
The first song in the youtube box down below is for you
wanted to take back so I wasn't in a hurry to open anything
When I opened the book and read what you wrote I wanted to talk to you
Thought I should have tried harder to smuggle you into a country that would have allowed you to flourish like a venomous weed, or an oversized fish.
The first song in the youtube box down below is for you
Saturday, July 5, 2008
it takes me three visits to buy clothes
1# I end up talking to the sales girl about music and dont look at the receit to see that she overcharged me
2# I return obe shirt becuase it didn't look right in my home mirror, even thought it still looked really good in the store mirror...how do mirrors do that? And I got the right price...but then I saw something I hadn't seen before and decided I needed to come back later in the day
3# I return to buy more clothes but I was fooled by the tricky sales price, I refused to buy any of their tricky clothes
4# I returned again becuase I decided I really liked the clothes and was willing to pay extra for them. I guess it has to do with the time of day I feel like spending money and the time of day in which I dont
5# I have to return one of the items I bought becuase I just looked at the size and didnt actually try them on and when I got home I realzied there is a began difference between Levi jeans 501 and levi jeans "relaxed fit."
6# I will be returning to the store again to by the relaxed fit jeans
1# I end up talking to the sales girl about music and dont look at the receit to see that she overcharged me
2# I return obe shirt becuase it didn't look right in my home mirror, even thought it still looked really good in the store mirror...how do mirrors do that? And I got the right price...but then I saw something I hadn't seen before and decided I needed to come back later in the day
3# I return to buy more clothes but I was fooled by the tricky sales price, I refused to buy any of their tricky clothes
4# I returned again becuase I decided I really liked the clothes and was willing to pay extra for them. I guess it has to do with the time of day I feel like spending money and the time of day in which I dont
5# I have to return one of the items I bought becuase I just looked at the size and didnt actually try them on and when I got home I realzied there is a began difference between Levi jeans 501 and levi jeans "relaxed fit."
6# I will be returning to the store again to by the relaxed fit jeans
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
seem you have a long long morning
well... forgive my ignorance
don't know your e-mail
or you mean this "istealtree" gmail
seriously
i'm glad i can be in this sad class
so many things won't happen if i was a happy class student
though the test stops to the limit
though we have late vocation
though we have to spend two or three day taking an exam of one easy to have an examination to health
I am thankful for all of these
it is not only part of my life, but also a wonderful memory
i didn't think the relationship between classmates is so precious
Now, there is someting different
I just want to say thank you to all my teachers, classmate, friends
well... forgive my ignorance
don't know your e-mail
or you mean this "istealtree" gmail
seriously
i'm glad i can be in this sad class
so many things won't happen if i was a happy class student
though the test stops to the limit
though we have late vocation
though we have to spend two or three day taking an exam of one easy to have an examination to health
I am thankful for all of these
it is not only part of my life, but also a wonderful memory
i didn't think the relationship between classmates is so precious
Now, there is someting different
I just want to say thank you to all my teachers, classmate, friends
first day in LA
1. drink real coffee
2. drink more coffee
3. try to go back to sleep because you realize it's only 4:30 in the morning (damn all that coffee)
4. watch tv
5. go for a walk
6. eat left over mexican food
7. It' only 10:30 a.m.
8. Drink a beer
9. call best friend and yell chinese curse words into his answer machine
10. watch more tv
I finished a song I wrote and was lucky enough to have friends in taiwan come join me with their guitars, drums and throats on my last day in Taiwan. If you want to hear this song send me an email.
adios in La - jc
1. drink real coffee
2. drink more coffee
3. try to go back to sleep because you realize it's only 4:30 in the morning (damn all that coffee)
4. watch tv
5. go for a walk
6. eat left over mexican food
7. It' only 10:30 a.m.
8. Drink a beer
9. call best friend and yell chinese curse words into his answer machine
10. watch more tv
I finished a song I wrote and was lucky enough to have friends in taiwan come join me with their guitars, drums and throats on my last day in Taiwan. If you want to hear this song send me an email.
adios in La - jc
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