When I had arrived home from my Secret Santa, it was already two in the morning; I still hadn't packed. As a guy, you would think that all I needed to do was throw some clothes into my case. No. I actually take the time to think about my clothes and imagine how they pair with each other. There's the consideration of weather, places I'd likely visit, events, etc. If there is any grown man out there that does not take these into consideration, well good for you. You really know how to save time.
So when I finally finished packing, I prepared the accessories; sweats, jacket, comfy scarf I received from Secret Santa, camera. Basically, the clothing that one would never to a tropical vacation. In the end, I had gone to sleep, woke up and preceded to go about the morning gathering my things and moving my car for the ten day getaway. Or so I thought.
First of all, trying to find parking in Little Kimchi is the absolute worst. It is a war zone. And in this battlefield, people get left behind. There is no such thing as common courtesy; it is survival of the fittest. So I spent a good half hour trying to find parking when I had finally found the perfect spot; three blocks away from my place. Being so far away, I feared that I might forget where said car was and be struck with panic and anxiety as to what my imagination had in store for me. But I sucked it up and walked away.
As soon as I arrived home, I started to do little things; brush my teeth, double check things, eat a little, yada, yada, yada. By eight-thirty, we had left the apartment and were headed off to drop me off to my grand adventure.
Driving down the roads, we just started talking and somehow we got to my plans for when I leave the country next year. Then it hit me. My passport. Of all the things I could have forgotten, I forgot my passport. At this point, it was nine-thirty, but we had to turn back around or else they would have never let me through. So we rushed back, I ran up the stairs injured, pulling my sweats up, and coughing. Scattered throughout my room to find the passport. Then ran back down, still pulling up my sweats, and still coughing phlegm. Not the best day ever. When Panda got back on the road again, we made it to the airport so much faster than our first attempt. It was ten-thirty and I ran into Kimchi Air and checked-in. At least, I tried to. I find out that they don't let people on international flights at certain times and close the check-ins. This may also apply to domestic flights, but I've never been late, so I don't know.
I rushed back outside to try to call Panda and Officer K to come back and pick me up. I find out that only moved like a hundred-fifty feet. Traffic was so bad.
On the drive back, I just felt so stupid. I started to daze off and eventually fell asleep. It wasn't until the ladies tortured me awake that I realized I was back home.
Because of this debacle, it drained me of the will to move and do anything. I was pretty upset. But nothing made me more upset than having me jump between three companies for the next five to six hours. Long story short, Kimchi Air would let me fly standby only if Amayav approved. Then Amayav would only reschedule or let me fly standby if the Guardian of Travel approved it. In the end, the Guardian of Travel said I don't have a good enough reason that would qualify me for the insurance that we paid for.
Readers, if you ever travel internationally, or even domestically, don't forget proper identification. You may miss a flight that way. Then have to spend five hours on a phone to discover that your insurance doesn't cover you at all. To more adventures and experiences to come!
Sincerely,
An Asian
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Today, I was the joke.
These past couple of days, I would call as a successful endeavor surprising all my loved ones. This of course has given me hope to surprise my mother for her special day; her birthday.
There were only a few people that were aware of my appearance, but that was because I trusted them and needed them to help me with surprising my other friends as well. My surprises were endless, popping up unexpectedly, gathering a lunch with the help of an accomplice, texting people and talking about their schedules so I could pop in, and so on. Then the ultimate surprise of all, dinner.
Just so you know, readers, I had bought my plane ticket back to Alaska in September. It is now November. The fact I haven't spilled this to everyone I care about means a whole lot to me. My restraint is very hard and always need somebody to talk to. Luckily, I had my little brother. He's been helping me plan this entire thing. I had him put in the reservations and I had him text me when our mother and stepdad got to the table.
So here I was, slowly walking to the table. Not knowing what to say. Not knowing how surprised she'd be. Would she be jumping for joy? Would she crumble to tears? What was going to happen? This was all going on through my mind. And then it happened.
Asian: May I join you for dinner? (as I crouched behind her chair)
She screamed a big smile and embraced me. My stepdad looked shocked.Indication. As I came around the table and sat down, my mother then said:
Big Mama: You know, I knew that you were in town.
I was in shock...WHAT?!
Asian: WHAT?! How?!
Big Mama: Your Nanay told me. She emailed me earlier and said (in her filipino accent)
Anthony is going to surprise you. Is he there yet?
I. had. died. WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?! Why would she ruin this day for me?
Bonquiqui: You told Nanay?! Why would you do that?!
Asian: I don't know, because I thought I could trust her.
Big Mama: Well you can't. Not with any secret.
My mother was right. For some reason, though, by impulse, I decided to tell my grandmother when she was here visiting my uncle for his birthday. I thought it'd be nice and make her feel included. I quickly learned my lesson. Never again.
So what have I learned from this experience? You can't always trust the ones you love. Sometimes, a secret has to be a secret. Here's to my next surprise and the adventures awaiting ahead of me.
Sincerely
An Asian
There were only a few people that were aware of my appearance, but that was because I trusted them and needed them to help me with surprising my other friends as well. My surprises were endless, popping up unexpectedly, gathering a lunch with the help of an accomplice, texting people and talking about their schedules so I could pop in, and so on. Then the ultimate surprise of all, dinner.
Just so you know, readers, I had bought my plane ticket back to Alaska in September. It is now November. The fact I haven't spilled this to everyone I care about means a whole lot to me. My restraint is very hard and always need somebody to talk to. Luckily, I had my little brother. He's been helping me plan this entire thing. I had him put in the reservations and I had him text me when our mother and stepdad got to the table.
So here I was, slowly walking to the table. Not knowing what to say. Not knowing how surprised she'd be. Would she be jumping for joy? Would she crumble to tears? What was going to happen? This was all going on through my mind. And then it happened.
Asian: May I join you for dinner? (as I crouched behind her chair)
She screamed a big smile and embraced me. My stepdad looked shocked.
Big Mama: You know, I knew that you were in town.
I was in shock...WHAT?!
Asian: WHAT?! How?!
Big Mama: Your Nanay told me. She emailed me earlier and said (in her filipino accent)
Anthony is going to surprise you. Is he there yet?
I. had. died. WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?! Why would she ruin this day for me?
Bonquiqui: You told Nanay?! Why would you do that?!
Asian: I don't know, because I thought I could trust her.
Big Mama: Well you can't. Not with any secret.
My mother was right. For some reason, though, by impulse, I decided to tell my grandmother when she was here visiting my uncle for his birthday. I thought it'd be nice and make her feel included. I quickly learned my lesson. Never again.
So what have I learned from this experience? You can't always trust the ones you love. Sometimes, a secret has to be a secret. Here's to my next surprise and the adventures awaiting ahead of me.
Sincerely
An Asian
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Today, I almost became a murder mystery.
The game known as love is not really a game. No. It is a war. A war that involves strategy and tactics. Though sometimes, there are some battles that you just don't want to be a part of. Tonight, I partook in a very elderly battle.
So it's forty-five minutes till we "close" at work and I had one gentleman come in and sit at my bar; Table 5 to be exact. He's never been to the restaurant before so I give him the rundown. Me being me, I sometimes listen in on bits of conversation to keep myself entertained. Though, the only thing I got from their interaction was a series of one uppers and exchanging of age to justify a one upper.
At the end of the night, Mr. Five and I were talking because he engaged me in some conversation. I eventually handed him his check and started to to do my final rounds with everyone else before I began my financials. At least, I thought I was going to begin them.
With a finger, he had called me over to him and began to talk in a quivering tone:
Mr. Five: I have enjoyed my experience here so much and I wanted to thank you.
Asian: Oh, good. I'm glad. (as I nervously and hesitantly respond)
Mr. Five: You know, I've noticed you.
Asian: Really...? (nervously smiling)
Mr. Five: Yes, the way you talk to people. You just have a great way communicating and connecting with people.
Asian: Ha...ha... Well, thank you.
Mr. Five: You're welcome.
At this point in time, it's felt like I've been here for hours, but only five minutes, at most, has passed. The conversation just kept getting worse.
Mr. Five: I like you.
Asian: A-o-oh...!
Mr. Five: There's just something about you that I like. I'm normally not attracted to men, but there's just something different about you.
What's different about me? Are you assuming that I have a different genital part than I perceive to bare?
Asian: Ha...ha...thaaanks.........
Mr. Five: So...would you ever want to...do anything?
I don't know if he noticed, but I'm pretty sure I felt my eyes widened. Which I believe is something you would notice on an Asian considering are slim eye line.
Asian: Um, well, you see, I'm sort of seeing somebody right now.
Mr. Five: Oh well, just so you know, I am a heterosexual. I have been my whole life. (he shows me his wedding ring and points at it) I have a wife and kids back home, but there's just something about you that has me interested in you.
So it's forty-five minutes till we "close" at work and I had one gentleman come in and sit at my bar; Table 5 to be exact. He's never been to the restaurant before so I give him the rundown. Me being me, I sometimes listen in on bits of conversation to keep myself entertained. Though, the only thing I got from their interaction was a series of one uppers and exchanging of age to justify a one upper.
At the end of the night, Mr. Five and I were talking because he engaged me in some conversation. I eventually handed him his check and started to to do my final rounds with everyone else before I began my financials. At least, I thought I was going to begin them.
With a finger, he had called me over to him and began to talk in a quivering tone:
Mr. Five: I have enjoyed my experience here so much and I wanted to thank you.
Asian: Oh, good. I'm glad. (as I nervously and hesitantly respond)
Mr. Five: You know, I've noticed you.
Asian: Really...? (nervously smiling)
Mr. Five: Yes, the way you talk to people. You just have a great way communicating and connecting with people.
Asian: Ha...ha... Well, thank you.
Mr. Five: You're welcome.
At this point in time, it's felt like I've been here for hours, but only five minutes, at most, has passed. The conversation just kept getting worse.
Mr. Five: I like you.
Asian: A-o-oh...!
Mr. Five: There's just something about you that I like. I'm normally not attracted to men, but there's just something different about you.
What's different about me? Are you assuming that I have a different genital part than I perceive to bare?
Asian: Ha...ha...thaaanks.........
Mr. Five: So...would you ever want to...do anything?
I don't know if he noticed, but I'm pretty sure I felt my eyes widened. Which I believe is something you would notice on an Asian considering are slim eye line.
Asian: Um, well, you see, I'm sort of seeing somebody right now.
Mr. Five: Oh well, just so you know, I am a heterosexual. I have been my whole life. (he shows me his wedding ring and points at it) I have a wife and kids back home, but there's just something about you that has me interested in you.
Why? Why is this happening to me?
Asian: ...oh...
Mr. Five: So you're seeing somebody...?
Asian: Yeah, I'm sort of seeing somebody.
Like if saying it the first time wasn't evident enough. Also, it's not like I was lying to him, I am seeing somebody.
Mr. Five: So you wouldn't want to do anything with me?
Asian: Well, I was raised with the idea of monogamy, so that's something I take to heart.
Mr. Five: Oh, well, take this as a compliment. You are a very kind person, with a wonderful smile, and you have great intrapersonal communication. (pretty sure he meant "interpersonal") You really know how to make people feel comfortable and welcomed.
Asian: Thank...you...
Mr. Five: Well, if you ever want to do anything tonight, you know where I'm staying at.
As we said our final goodbyes, I calmly walked back over to my manager and crumbled before her as I explained to her what I just endured.
Lamb: This is what you get. What you get for trying to go after guys that are NOT on your team!
Sometimes, there are some battles people just don't want to be a part of. Friends have told me that I should expand my taste and actually go for guys older than me; they could take care of me, pay for me, and other things. But no. I am not fond of this idea. These are battles I will tactically sneak out of, for the rest of my life. Though, it'll come to the point where I'm too old to even have to try. Till that time comes, bring on the hot, YOUNG, SINGLE, line men. Or rainbow men. Y'know, whichever works. Here's to more hot adventures in the future!
Sincerely,
An Asian
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Today, I survived.
Growing up is not as glamorous and fantastic as you initially think when you're a kid. Actually, it's kind of the worst. You have to pay for bills, you have to work a job so that you have money to pay those bills, you find out that human society is a failing race, and a plethora of other reasons as to why growing up sucks. At the same time, maturing, not just our physical selves, but our mental state, is such a wonderful process.
As I grow older, I realize how true the words from my parents' mouthes were: don't do that to your hair because you'll regret it later on, you have to do this so that you avoid this problem, yada yada yada. In a sense, maturing into adulthood is testing the abilities that we are supposed to have gained through the disgruntled cries and shouts of our parents' wisdom. I am happy to say that my sheltered childhood really did help me out in the end. I managed to survive a year on my own in the City of Nightmares, Storm's End, thanks to the teachings of my overbearing parents.
Each stage of my life has become some sort of metamorphosis; the larval stage of my adolescence, the pudgy caterpillar in middle school, the brewing cocoon in high school, and the fabulous butterfly of college. Now, I've evolved even further. I know, you didn't think it was possible, right? But at some point in time, around the years of the dinosaurs, I'd like to believe that butterflies grew into the majestic Ptero-freaking-dactyl. Scientifically, I may be incorrect (for a fact, I know I am incorrect), but in the mind of the Asian, the butterfly turned into a pterodactyl.
Like the larva, I was just born into the world, discovering what life was; learning the language, the colloquialisms, the good and bad, how to have fun. As I entered into my middle school years, the hungry hungry caterpillar fed off of people's ideas and sought friendship amongst the others. By high school, you would have thought that I became the butterfly; no. Rather, I was the cocoon still determining what I was going to pop out and become. Would I become the camo-fly that blended with it's surroundings or some colorful beast that pooped sprinkles and rainbows? Well, when I got to college, I transformed into the latter. I've discovered what I truly was meant to be, and I thought that the growing was over. No.
Coming to Storm's End, I never realized how tough life was out here. It wasn't until I was transferred to Mount Beverly that I understood how much stronger I had to become. As each day passed from that godforsaken place, my fragrant wings and body turned into the fearsome pterodactyl. I became the bitch of all bitches, the Queen of Sass. And for once in my life, I could finally stand up for myself and say no. So this majestic flying beast gained what I was missing: a backbone.
So have I changed while being out here? Yes. But I have changed for the better and accomplished a lot of the things I cam down here to do; be a part of a movie, take dance classes, grow as an artist, and most importantly, grow as a human being. My advice to you readers, go out there and explore the world. We only have one life to live and it's one of the best feelings to just go out there and lay yourself bare.
Sincerely,
An Asian
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Today, I was almost taken by Slender Man.
On this second day in the Spring of Hands, Panda had finally arrived. I attempted to teach her how to swim, lounged in the serene pool, and eventually readied ourselves for the adventure ahead.
Tonight, we found ourselves back at Ranger's; where we met the Canadians. Everything was dandy, but I found myself clinging on to Panda and Screeching Cat for dear life. By that, I mean, I barricaded myself with human bodies so as to protect myself from the creeping eyes making their way to my childlike figure. At one point, I noticed a lanky, balding man standing partially behind a beam; staring at me. It was Slender Man.
Throughout the night, wherever I went, I just felt someone's presence following my every move. Without fail, I found Slender Man keeping a watchful eye on me. With any chance I had, I made sure to stick close to Cat because for sure Panda would have left me for dead. Now, it's not that she actually would, it's just that she wouldn't know how to protect me. In this case, though, we decided to go to the bathroom ourselves, since we couldn't find Cat, and ventured off in this homophilic jungle.
As soon as I left the bathroom and met up with Panda around the corner, we attempted to make our way back on to the crowded dance floor. Suddenly, Slender Man had swiftly glided over to us and pinned our bodies to the wall with his overwhelming, and surprising, presence.
Slender Man: Hi... How's it going?
Both: Um, we're doing fine. Yeah. Thanks.
Slender Man: Good... Are you guys having any fun?
Panda: Um, yeah. We are. We just went to go use the bathroom. Now we're headed back.
While this entire conversation is happening, his grinning face had his eyes locked onto me. At one point, he went so far as to grab me by the shoulders and "seductively" speak to me.
Slender Man: Are you having any fun?
Asian: Umm...yeah. It's been fine.
Slender Man: You're sure you've been having fun? I just want to make sure that you're enjoying yourself.
Asian: Yeah. Our friend is actually inside there and we're going back to meet him.
Slender Man: Oh ok. So you're having fun?
From the moment he creepily locked eyes on me, I knew that he was trying to get into my pants. Showing concern for me, seeming all caring. Yeah. Though, any person could see that miles away. It was that obvious.
Slender Man: Is he having any fun?
Panda: Um, I think so.
Slender Man: Ok good... Is he your boyfriend?
When he popped the question, I looked to Panda with eyes filled with hope. This was my chance to be freed from the grasps of this being.
Panda: Umm, n-...yee...sss...
Any moment I had, crushed.
Slender Man: He's not. He's definitely not. Stop lying to me.
My heart was racing. I didn't know what to do. For a split second, I considered running away from this monstrosity. Panda could fend for herself. She's a strong woman.
Slender Man: Is he our brother?
I coyly nodded my head without him noticing. My eyes widened, trying to get her to accept this notion.
Panda: Yeees.
Slender Man: Oh, ok. Is your brother gay?
My eyes widened even more. At this point, I finally looked like a white person with a really good tan. I shook my head, trying to get her to disapprove of this. But from the corner of his eye, I could tell that he could notice me shaking my head.
Panda: Umm, nooo.
Slender Man: Oh, yes he is! There's no need to lie to me!
Heart. Racing. Couldn't stop. It just kept beating faster and faster as my fear began to grow more imminent.
Slender Man: So you're having a good time though?
Asian: Uh huh. Yeah, for sure.
Slender Man: Ok, I just want to make sure. It would be such a shame if you weren't enjoying yourself.
From this point, Panda and I made a run for it back onto the dance floor. We found Cat and told him everything that had happened.
Screeching Cat: Uh, yeah! Of course that was going to happen! You're live bait to these guys! That is why if you ever need to go somewhere, make sure you tale myself or Sheep with you. You understand?
Asian: Yes...
I did have fun, though, overall. One thing I noticed was that Slender Man was successful enough to find himself his chocolate lover because I'm a tell you now, it is not me. I am not sweet, I am as bitter and decadent as the real thing.
So if you ever decided to go anywhere social, just make sure that you have somebody there that can protect you. Who knows, you might find yourself your own Slender Man watching you from afar.
So here's to more adventures and experiences to come!
Sincerely.
An Asian
Tonight, we found ourselves back at Ranger's; where we met the Canadians. Everything was dandy, but I found myself clinging on to Panda and Screeching Cat for dear life. By that, I mean, I barricaded myself with human bodies so as to protect myself from the creeping eyes making their way to my childlike figure. At one point, I noticed a lanky, balding man standing partially behind a beam; staring at me. It was Slender Man.
Throughout the night, wherever I went, I just felt someone's presence following my every move. Without fail, I found Slender Man keeping a watchful eye on me. With any chance I had, I made sure to stick close to Cat because for sure Panda would have left me for dead. Now, it's not that she actually would, it's just that she wouldn't know how to protect me. In this case, though, we decided to go to the bathroom ourselves, since we couldn't find Cat, and ventured off in this homophilic jungle.
As soon as I left the bathroom and met up with Panda around the corner, we attempted to make our way back on to the crowded dance floor. Suddenly, Slender Man had swiftly glided over to us and pinned our bodies to the wall with his overwhelming, and surprising, presence.
Slender Man: Hi... How's it going?
Both: Um, we're doing fine. Yeah. Thanks.
Slender Man: Good... Are you guys having any fun?
Panda: Um, yeah. We are. We just went to go use the bathroom. Now we're headed back.
While this entire conversation is happening, his grinning face had his eyes locked onto me. At one point, he went so far as to grab me by the shoulders and "seductively" speak to me.
Slender Man: Are you having any fun?
Asian: Umm...yeah. It's been fine.
Slender Man: You're sure you've been having fun? I just want to make sure that you're enjoying yourself.
Asian: Yeah. Our friend is actually inside there and we're going back to meet him.
Slender Man: Oh ok. So you're having fun?
From the moment he creepily locked eyes on me, I knew that he was trying to get into my pants. Showing concern for me, seeming all caring. Yeah. Though, any person could see that miles away. It was that obvious.
Slender Man: Is he having any fun?
Panda: Um, I think so.
Slender Man: Ok good... Is he your boyfriend?
When he popped the question, I looked to Panda with eyes filled with hope. This was my chance to be freed from the grasps of this being.
Panda: Umm, n-...yee...sss...
Any moment I had, crushed.
Slender Man: He's not. He's definitely not. Stop lying to me.
My heart was racing. I didn't know what to do. For a split second, I considered running away from this monstrosity. Panda could fend for herself. She's a strong woman.
Slender Man: Is he our brother?
I coyly nodded my head without him noticing. My eyes widened, trying to get her to accept this notion.
Panda: Yeees.
Slender Man: Oh, ok. Is your brother gay?
My eyes widened even more. At this point, I finally looked like a white person with a really good tan. I shook my head, trying to get her to disapprove of this. But from the corner of his eye, I could tell that he could notice me shaking my head.
Panda: Umm, nooo.
Slender Man: Oh, yes he is! There's no need to lie to me!
Heart. Racing. Couldn't stop. It just kept beating faster and faster as my fear began to grow more imminent.
Slender Man: So you're having a good time though?
Asian: Uh huh. Yeah, for sure.
Slender Man: Ok, I just want to make sure. It would be such a shame if you weren't enjoying yourself.
From this point, Panda and I made a run for it back onto the dance floor. We found Cat and told him everything that had happened.
Screeching Cat: Uh, yeah! Of course that was going to happen! You're live bait to these guys! That is why if you ever need to go somewhere, make sure you tale myself or Sheep with you. You understand?
Asian: Yes...
I did have fun, though, overall. One thing I noticed was that Slender Man was successful enough to find himself his chocolate lover because I'm a tell you now, it is not me. I am not sweet, I am as bitter and decadent as the real thing.
So if you ever decided to go anywhere social, just make sure that you have somebody there that can protect you. Who knows, you might find yourself your own Slender Man watching you from afar.
So here's to more adventures and experiences to come!
Sincerely.
An Asian
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Today, I rode Thomas.
11:59 PM. That was my scheduled time of departure from Storm's End.
11:00 PM. I had rushed out of the apartment with my tiny, condensed suitcase, filled with all my necessities for the weekend: clothes, toiletries, etc. As I hurried down the first set of escalators, I heard a train arriving to a halt. I panicked. So I picked up the suitcase and ran the rest of the way down. After getting past the gate, I ran down the second set of escalators and nearly tripped the rest of the way down. I still managed to miss this train. So I had to wait an extra nine minutes. In reality, It's wasn't that bad. When seven minutes had passed, the time on the screen then said that the next train would be arriving in twenty minutes. My heart dropped. Then it went back to one minute. All of a sudden, it jumped back to fifteen. It went on like this for another four or five rounds.
11:14 PM. The train had finally arrived.
11:45 PM. I finally arrived in Confederate Station and rushed up the escalators and stairs to find my point of departure.
11:55 PM. I made it to my train with four minutes to spare...or so I thought!
When I had finally found my seat, I was relieved to discover that the persona sitting next to me was someone that was close to my age, normal, and easy to talk to. I know, it almost sounds like I was going on a date, but let me tell you right now, readers, I have never lucked out in sitting next to someone chill and cool. My usual partners would be old and boring, people too big for their seat, people arguing across from me, old men that were "happy"; trips were never delightful. So this guy was a breath of fresh air.
During that entire trip, we just talked about our lives, mostly school, then ventured into our past of dogs killing snakes, the intellectual levels of our pets, and the things we did in high school. As we talked, I gazed outside the windows, as well. He knew that I had never been on a train ride before, so he knew he was sitting next to a "child" having their first experience. At one point of our trip, a train had passed right by us; it sort of sounded like the bellowing of a whale. It was soothing, in a way. Then at the end our travels, he pointed out the windmills all across the valley. Blinking lights everywhere. It was magical. This entire trip, I reverted back to that childlike innocence of being in awe and wonderment. By the time I arrived, it was 4 AM. Mind you, I was supposed to be on the rails, by 11:59 PM. No. Instead, we left at at 1 AM. So I rushed for nothing...
Upon arrival, I was escorted into the most glamorous abode; the contemporary structure filled with leather seats, stainless steel appliances, modern art, and a beautiful hardwood table with chairs to match. When I entered my room, I was in heaven; the bed was so enormous that I was engulfed by the sheets whenever I went under the covers, I had a gorgeous view of the mountain and pool, and the connected bathroom was delicate and simple, but the shower was the most complicating thing to work.
I jumped into the shower as soon as I got up. It was the most complex contraption I have ever had to work. Coming from places where the water needed a little bit of time to warm up, it was very unsuspected that the water was instantly hot. During the first ten minutes, I struggled trying to figure out how the shower worked; I could only run the bath water. I kept twisting the knobs and all I ended up doing was changing the temperature or turning off the water. So instead of taking twenty steps to Screeching Cat or Sheep for help, I sat in the tub, let the running water rush through my hair, and then stopped the drain so as to fill the tub. It wasn't until I finished washing my hair and body that when I tried to turn off the bath water, I switched it over to the shower head. I literally jumped from where I was sitting and continued sitting in the tub feeling dumb about everything.
As the day progressed and it had hit the night, we finally went out and about; and by that, I mean the clubs.
The location of these clubs was interesting. It wasn't until we went to the first club that I finally realized that every gay man in the Spring of Hands was well over the age of my father, possibly my grandmother. It was a very intriguing scenario. How so? Because I had all these men checking me out. Why? Because I look like a little boy. At one point, there were a group of older gentlemen staring at me. I honestly thought that they were gazing uponScreeching Cat, because people normally do that. Nope. As soon as he got up to go over to Sheep. I looked back at them and they were staring directly at me. One guy looked back at his drink, took a huge gulp, and set his eyes back on me. After seeing this, I jumped ship and walked over to my men in fear that this stranger had the courage to come up and talk to me. Readers, I don't know if you know this, but I am socially awkward when it comes to love. I'm really awesome as a friend, but not as a person getting hit on.
Soon after, we high tailed it to another bar that ended up getting packed and came to our final destination for the evening. It was here that we met the Canadians.
Before I had accepted the invitation to stay with Screeching Cat and Sheep for the weekend, Cat had told me that it was his goal to find me somebody to get with while I had the chance. I declined. When we got to the bar, both Cat and Sheep found somebody that they wanted me to get with, one of the Canadians. He was a charming man and very sweet, then there was his friend, the short, Jewish Canadian who has been married for quite a while. Either way, I did not want to hook up with either one of them because the Canadian has a boyfriend and, as I've previously stated, JC has a husband. Nope. I'm not into the home wrecker life. Ain't nobody got time for that!
In the end, I came home empty handed, which, to be honest, was perfectly fine with me. It meant I got the whole bed to myself.
Readers, go out and have fun, but also be wary about involvements. They get tricky, and that is never a situation you want to be a part of; they tend to get ugly. Maintain that childlike wonder and you'll enjoy your life even more.
Here's to more future adventures and experiences!
Sincerely,
An Asian
11:00 PM. I had rushed out of the apartment with my tiny, condensed suitcase, filled with all my necessities for the weekend: clothes, toiletries, etc. As I hurried down the first set of escalators, I heard a train arriving to a halt. I panicked. So I picked up the suitcase and ran the rest of the way down. After getting past the gate, I ran down the second set of escalators and nearly tripped the rest of the way down. I still managed to miss this train. So I had to wait an extra nine minutes. In reality, It's wasn't that bad. When seven minutes had passed, the time on the screen then said that the next train would be arriving in twenty minutes. My heart dropped. Then it went back to one minute. All of a sudden, it jumped back to fifteen. It went on like this for another four or five rounds.
11:14 PM. The train had finally arrived.
11:45 PM. I finally arrived in Confederate Station and rushed up the escalators and stairs to find my point of departure.
11:55 PM. I made it to my train with four minutes to spare...or so I thought!
When I had finally found my seat, I was relieved to discover that the persona sitting next to me was someone that was close to my age, normal, and easy to talk to. I know, it almost sounds like I was going on a date, but let me tell you right now, readers, I have never lucked out in sitting next to someone chill and cool. My usual partners would be old and boring, people too big for their seat, people arguing across from me, old men that were "happy"; trips were never delightful. So this guy was a breath of fresh air.
During that entire trip, we just talked about our lives, mostly school, then ventured into our past of dogs killing snakes, the intellectual levels of our pets, and the things we did in high school. As we talked, I gazed outside the windows, as well. He knew that I had never been on a train ride before, so he knew he was sitting next to a "child" having their first experience. At one point of our trip, a train had passed right by us; it sort of sounded like the bellowing of a whale. It was soothing, in a way. Then at the end our travels, he pointed out the windmills all across the valley. Blinking lights everywhere. It was magical. This entire trip, I reverted back to that childlike innocence of being in awe and wonderment. By the time I arrived, it was 4 AM. Mind you, I was supposed to be on the rails, by 11:59 PM. No. Instead, we left at at 1 AM. So I rushed for nothing...
Upon arrival, I was escorted into the most glamorous abode; the contemporary structure filled with leather seats, stainless steel appliances, modern art, and a beautiful hardwood table with chairs to match. When I entered my room, I was in heaven; the bed was so enormous that I was engulfed by the sheets whenever I went under the covers, I had a gorgeous view of the mountain and pool, and the connected bathroom was delicate and simple, but the shower was the most complicating thing to work.
I jumped into the shower as soon as I got up. It was the most complex contraption I have ever had to work. Coming from places where the water needed a little bit of time to warm up, it was very unsuspected that the water was instantly hot. During the first ten minutes, I struggled trying to figure out how the shower worked; I could only run the bath water. I kept twisting the knobs and all I ended up doing was changing the temperature or turning off the water. So instead of taking twenty steps to Screeching Cat or Sheep for help, I sat in the tub, let the running water rush through my hair, and then stopped the drain so as to fill the tub. It wasn't until I finished washing my hair and body that when I tried to turn off the bath water, I switched it over to the shower head. I literally jumped from where I was sitting and continued sitting in the tub feeling dumb about everything.
As the day progressed and it had hit the night, we finally went out and about; and by that, I mean the clubs.
The location of these clubs was interesting. It wasn't until we went to the first club that I finally realized that every gay man in the Spring of Hands was well over the age of my father, possibly my grandmother. It was a very intriguing scenario. How so? Because I had all these men checking me out. Why? Because I look like a little boy. At one point, there were a group of older gentlemen staring at me. I honestly thought that they were gazing uponScreeching Cat, because people normally do that. Nope. As soon as he got up to go over to Sheep. I looked back at them and they were staring directly at me. One guy looked back at his drink, took a huge gulp, and set his eyes back on me. After seeing this, I jumped ship and walked over to my men in fear that this stranger had the courage to come up and talk to me. Readers, I don't know if you know this, but I am socially awkward when it comes to love. I'm really awesome as a friend, but not as a person getting hit on.
Soon after, we high tailed it to another bar that ended up getting packed and came to our final destination for the evening. It was here that we met the Canadians.
Before I had accepted the invitation to stay with Screeching Cat and Sheep for the weekend, Cat had told me that it was his goal to find me somebody to get with while I had the chance. I declined. When we got to the bar, both Cat and Sheep found somebody that they wanted me to get with, one of the Canadians. He was a charming man and very sweet, then there was his friend, the short, Jewish Canadian who has been married for quite a while. Either way, I did not want to hook up with either one of them because the Canadian has a boyfriend and, as I've previously stated, JC has a husband. Nope. I'm not into the home wrecker life. Ain't nobody got time for that!
In the end, I came home empty handed, which, to be honest, was perfectly fine with me. It meant I got the whole bed to myself.
Readers, go out and have fun, but also be wary about involvements. They get tricky, and that is never a situation you want to be a part of; they tend to get ugly. Maintain that childlike wonder and you'll enjoy your life even more.
Here's to more future adventures and experiences!
Sincerely,
An Asian
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Today, I was a mess.
For those of you that don't know, I work at a restaurant as a host and expo. This week, I've worked six days straight, in which three of the days I worked were doubles/split shifts, including today. I had finally reached the point of no return when I woke up this morning feeling even worse than the past few days with my aching shoulder blade.
On Thursday afternoon, I could feel a light throbbing pain when I would twist my neck and move my arm around. At first, I thought that it was because I slept on it wrong. When I clocked in to work later that evening, I realized that it was because of the dishes I would have to carry back to the kitchen. Honestly, readers, I'm pretty sure I lift about forty to fifty-five pounds, ten to fifteen times for four hours. The fact that I have to do this nine times a week, it's no wonder that it's finally starting to take a toll on my body, especially since I don't give my body time to recover due to my lack of sleep. Anyway, back to today.
I should have seen it coming. At first, I was very unaware of my surroundings this morning that a sliver of light made me stumble because I thought that there had been something on the ground I would have tripped over. Then, I accidentally knocked over a soy sauce container and spilled it all over the table. Afterward, I dropped a soy sauce dish filled with soy sauce. To top the end of my first shift, we were discussing the various methods we have in carrying our glasses and how mine and my trainer's way of carrying them terrified a coworker. I should have expected this to foreshadow the events to come later this evening.
When Meow Meow and I had come back to work from our break, we talked about how we could feel it getting worse throughout the evening. At the beginning of this shift, it was nice and steady. Ten minutes later, it had picked up and plates started to appear on the counter as I hauled ass to and from tables, hectically dropping off plates and trying to clear the counter from the cacophony of plated fish. I was in Hell. In the middle of the evening, I had gone over to a table to help my fellow coworker clear it off for another party. I stacked three glasses of two on my left hand, tightly hugged two towers of two with that left arm, and carried the the remaining stacked, two glasses with my right hand. Now, keep in mind, I have done this numerous times at this job and at the other restaurants I used to work at. I have never dropped a dirty dish...until today.
As I gently glided across the floor and maneuvered my way around the crowds of people and table, I gently trip myself and drop the glasses under my death grip. Everything was moving in slow motion at this point. There was no saving me. As I bent down to help soften the landing of the glasses, I watched them slip away from my grasps and fall toward the ground. I did not look down. When they had shattered onto the floor, I paused, looked forward, stood up straight, looked over to my left down the long, never ending pathway of shame, and made direct eye contact with my manager as she was on the phone. Then I walked away and put the remaining glasses in the bus tub. Now, when these glasses crashed, it wasn't just some noise you hear in the corner. No. Instead, I was in the perfect spot in which it echoed throughout the entire restaurant loud and clear, for everybody to hear and witness. Four glasses didn't make it out this evening. It was a sad day.
After the incident, the coworkers were kind enough to worry about me and were concerned about my safety. In reality, I was unaffected. I'm sure they knew that. My biggest concern were the customers around me that were affected by this debacle. Luckily, nobody made a big deal about it and I sure as hell did not as well.
To top off this disastrous evening, I failed at lent by eating a piece of delicious, dark, beaned chocolate. If you are not a religious person nor have the understanding of certain religious practices, lent is the period of time when you give up something that is hard to let go for forty-six days. This year, I chose to give up sweets and desserts; so chocolates, soda, cookies, etc.
Now, it was bad enough that I made a fool of myself and I failed at lent, but then I come home to Panda telling me:
Asian: ...I need to eat...
Panda: Oo, don't go in the kitchen...
Asian: ...Why...?
Panda: Well...
Asian: You didn't...
Panda: I'm sorry! Just don't look at it while you're cooking!
Asian: Are you kidding me?!?! I'm on LENT!
Panda: I know, but we ended up baking.
Asian: PANDA!!!
When I entered the kitchen and flipped on the light, I turned around to see a plate full of big, puffy, thick chocolate chip cookies. I hated her. So much. I still do. My temptation to eat one was so strong, but my will to stay true to my word to God and myself was stronger. I will admit, though, I almost had a taste. Of course, that taste would have turned into several bites, which would have turned into a couple cookies, and then ended up with an empty plate. Why I chose to do something for lent, I will never know.
We all have to go through embarrassment at some point in our lives, as well as failures. It's through these crises, though, that we learn the most from. In other words, I will never drop and break a plate again. At work, at least. As for lent...we'll see how that goes.
Here's to more future adventures and experiences!
Sincerely,
An Asian
On Thursday afternoon, I could feel a light throbbing pain when I would twist my neck and move my arm around. At first, I thought that it was because I slept on it wrong. When I clocked in to work later that evening, I realized that it was because of the dishes I would have to carry back to the kitchen. Honestly, readers, I'm pretty sure I lift about forty to fifty-five pounds, ten to fifteen times for four hours. The fact that I have to do this nine times a week, it's no wonder that it's finally starting to take a toll on my body, especially since I don't give my body time to recover due to my lack of sleep. Anyway, back to today.
I should have seen it coming. At first, I was very unaware of my surroundings this morning that a sliver of light made me stumble because I thought that there had been something on the ground I would have tripped over. Then, I accidentally knocked over a soy sauce container and spilled it all over the table. Afterward, I dropped a soy sauce dish filled with soy sauce. To top the end of my first shift, we were discussing the various methods we have in carrying our glasses and how mine and my trainer's way of carrying them terrified a coworker. I should have expected this to foreshadow the events to come later this evening.
When Meow Meow and I had come back to work from our break, we talked about how we could feel it getting worse throughout the evening. At the beginning of this shift, it was nice and steady. Ten minutes later, it had picked up and plates started to appear on the counter as I hauled ass to and from tables, hectically dropping off plates and trying to clear the counter from the cacophony of plated fish. I was in Hell. In the middle of the evening, I had gone over to a table to help my fellow coworker clear it off for another party. I stacked three glasses of two on my left hand, tightly hugged two towers of two with that left arm, and carried the the remaining stacked, two glasses with my right hand. Now, keep in mind, I have done this numerous times at this job and at the other restaurants I used to work at. I have never dropped a dirty dish...until today.
As I gently glided across the floor and maneuvered my way around the crowds of people and table, I gently trip myself and drop the glasses under my death grip. Everything was moving in slow motion at this point. There was no saving me. As I bent down to help soften the landing of the glasses, I watched them slip away from my grasps and fall toward the ground. I did not look down. When they had shattered onto the floor, I paused, looked forward, stood up straight, looked over to my left down the long, never ending pathway of shame, and made direct eye contact with my manager as she was on the phone. Then I walked away and put the remaining glasses in the bus tub. Now, when these glasses crashed, it wasn't just some noise you hear in the corner. No. Instead, I was in the perfect spot in which it echoed throughout the entire restaurant loud and clear, for everybody to hear and witness. Four glasses didn't make it out this evening. It was a sad day.
After the incident, the coworkers were kind enough to worry about me and were concerned about my safety. In reality, I was unaffected. I'm sure they knew that. My biggest concern were the customers around me that were affected by this debacle. Luckily, nobody made a big deal about it and I sure as hell did not as well.
To top off this disastrous evening, I failed at lent by eating a piece of delicious, dark, beaned chocolate. If you are not a religious person nor have the understanding of certain religious practices, lent is the period of time when you give up something that is hard to let go for forty-six days. This year, I chose to give up sweets and desserts; so chocolates, soda, cookies, etc.
Now, it was bad enough that I made a fool of myself and I failed at lent, but then I come home to Panda telling me:
Asian: ...I need to eat...
Panda: Oo, don't go in the kitchen...
Asian: ...Why...?
Panda: Well...
Asian: You didn't...
Panda: I'm sorry! Just don't look at it while you're cooking!
Asian: Are you kidding me?!?! I'm on LENT!
Panda: I know, but we ended up baking.
Asian: PANDA!!!
When I entered the kitchen and flipped on the light, I turned around to see a plate full of big, puffy, thick chocolate chip cookies. I hated her. So much. I still do. My temptation to eat one was so strong, but my will to stay true to my word to God and myself was stronger. I will admit, though, I almost had a taste. Of course, that taste would have turned into several bites, which would have turned into a couple cookies, and then ended up with an empty plate. Why I chose to do something for lent, I will never know.
We all have to go through embarrassment at some point in our lives, as well as failures. It's through these crises, though, that we learn the most from. In other words, I will never drop and break a plate again. At work, at least. As for lent...we'll see how that goes.
Here's to more future adventures and experiences!
Sincerely,
An Asian
Friday, February 28, 2014
Today, I was denied access.
It was a very eventful day. Firstly, there was a torrential rainstorm pouring down upon Storm's End; it was spectacular! I had about thirty minutes until my headshot session, so Panda and I decided to get pho at a sketchy pho place; though, we apparently ordered the only item that was not pho (sorry we can't read Vietnamese?). Then we ran around the entire circumference of the building, only to find out that the entry way to my session was literally next door to the sketchy pho place. We were soaking wet. Like, my clothes were damp and my hair was so wet that I should have brought shampoo and conditioner to take a second shower. After that, we headed over to my job to attempt to pick-up my paycheck. Yay money! Here's where our story begins.
It's about eleven-thirty (they just opened) and I told Panda that my check wouldn't be in yet.
Panda: Still, just go inside and check.
Asian: No. Last time, I got my check at like one, remember?
Panda: Still, it doesn't hurt to check.
So we go in and try to receive my money. But, to no avail, I had failed.
Asian: Told you.
With how much time we had to kill, we decided to go over to the mall and check out Victor's Rumor. We spent a good chunk of time looking at bras and deciding what bra would look best for Panda. As we're walking around the store, I notice one of the older employees testing what seemed to be a new recruit and giving advice on how to sell their merchandise. When we move over to the another sector of the store, we got pounced by the new recruit. Now, imagine the sound of her voice to be dull, overbearing, and having the sense of instilling the information she just learned:
Desperate: Hi, how are you doing?
Panda: Hi...I'm doing good...
We attempted to walk away.
Desperate: Did you need help with anything today?
Panda: Oh, I'm fine. Just looking around the store.
We attempted to walk away, again, but this girl was on us like a vulture; she wouldn't leave us alone.
Desperate: Oh... Did you hear about our new line of jean undergarments?
Panda: No... I -
Desperate: If you follow me, they're right over here.
Basically, she wasn't giving us a choice to go venture around the store. Instead, she dragged us along to the jean print bras and underwear, even though Panda was clearly not interested.
Desperate: So we have our exclusive line of jean print bras and underwear that look great with any clothes. You can wear it just as a strapless bra, blah, blah, blah.
I'm not gonna lie, I zoned out. Not only did I start my day off by waking up at seven-thirty, but she was boring me with her information. She didn't attempt to make it personal. Plus, is you know Panda, you would know that she's a curvier girl. In other words, she knows that she would NEVER wear just a bra as her everyday garment. So the fact that she didn't take into consideration Panda's needs just had me spacing out on her one hour powerpoint lecture.
Desperate: What bra size are you?
Panda: Oh... Um, thirty-six D.
Desperate: Ok, let me pull this out for you.
Panda: ............
Desperate: Alright, let's go get you a fitting room.
Panda: Actually, I wanted to look around a bit more.
Desperate: Oh, ok. Just let me know when you're ready.
As we start to walk away:
Desperate: I'm Desperate by the way.
Panda: Oh, nice to meet you.
We tried to get away, again:
Desperate: What's your name?
Panda: Panda.
Desperate: Nice to meet you, Panda. I'll help you get a fitting room when you're ready.
We had finally gotten away. As we walked around the sector we were trying to look at, we discussed how desperate and overbearing she was and how she was not that personable. After we decided on what bras we wanted her to try on, we went to the dressing room area to see the sexiness that is Victor's Rumor.
Panda: Are you coming in?
Asian: I don't know. Do you want me to?
Panda: Yeah, sure. Whatever. I don't care.
Asian: K. I'm coming in.
As I inched past the archway and headed to the fitting room, Desperate had stopped me.
Desperate: Oh, um, you can't go in there.
Asian: Um, what? Why?
Desperate: Um, you just can't. Our store doesn't allow that.
To be honest, I was too tired to fight her. But honestly, I have never seen a gay man be denied to go in and see his girl friend try on her bra. Apparently, I'm too straight and we look like a couple. Dear lord. Though, I'm not gonna lie, readers, it made me feel good about myself. It's something I can't really explain, but I took pride in her denying me access. I was mad, but I still took pride.
After that whole debacle, we went off to get macarons and buy me some oreos before I went to pick up my check.
If there was anything I learned from today, it's that I seem like a straight guy. So ladies, if you ever find yourself in times of trouble and need an out, I am here for you; I will be your pretend boyfriend. Just don't kiss me. Or attempt to grab me in places. I will leave you for dead.
Here's to more future experiences and adventures.
Sincerely,
An Asian
It's about eleven-thirty (they just opened) and I told Panda that my check wouldn't be in yet.
Panda: Still, just go inside and check.
Asian: No. Last time, I got my check at like one, remember?
Panda: Still, it doesn't hurt to check.
So we go in and try to receive my money. But, to no avail, I had failed.
Asian: Told you.
With how much time we had to kill, we decided to go over to the mall and check out Victor's Rumor. We spent a good chunk of time looking at bras and deciding what bra would look best for Panda. As we're walking around the store, I notice one of the older employees testing what seemed to be a new recruit and giving advice on how to sell their merchandise. When we move over to the another sector of the store, we got pounced by the new recruit. Now, imagine the sound of her voice to be dull, overbearing, and having the sense of instilling the information she just learned:
Desperate: Hi, how are you doing?
Panda: Hi...I'm doing good...
We attempted to walk away.
Desperate: Did you need help with anything today?
Panda: Oh, I'm fine. Just looking around the store.
We attempted to walk away, again, but this girl was on us like a vulture; she wouldn't leave us alone.
Desperate: Oh... Did you hear about our new line of jean undergarments?
Panda: No... I -
Desperate: If you follow me, they're right over here.
Basically, she wasn't giving us a choice to go venture around the store. Instead, she dragged us along to the jean print bras and underwear, even though Panda was clearly not interested.
Desperate: So we have our exclusive line of jean print bras and underwear that look great with any clothes. You can wear it just as a strapless bra, blah, blah, blah.
I'm not gonna lie, I zoned out. Not only did I start my day off by waking up at seven-thirty, but she was boring me with her information. She didn't attempt to make it personal. Plus, is you know Panda, you would know that she's a curvier girl. In other words, she knows that she would NEVER wear just a bra as her everyday garment. So the fact that she didn't take into consideration Panda's needs just had me spacing out on her one hour powerpoint lecture.
Desperate: What bra size are you?
Panda: Oh... Um, thirty-six D.
Desperate: Ok, let me pull this out for you.
Panda: ............
Desperate: Alright, let's go get you a fitting room.
Panda: Actually, I wanted to look around a bit more.
Desperate: Oh, ok. Just let me know when you're ready.
As we start to walk away:
Desperate: I'm Desperate by the way.
Panda: Oh, nice to meet you.
We tried to get away, again:
Desperate: What's your name?
Panda: Panda.
Desperate: Nice to meet you, Panda. I'll help you get a fitting room when you're ready.
We had finally gotten away. As we walked around the sector we were trying to look at, we discussed how desperate and overbearing she was and how she was not that personable. After we decided on what bras we wanted her to try on, we went to the dressing room area to see the sexiness that is Victor's Rumor.
Panda: Are you coming in?
Asian: I don't know. Do you want me to?
Panda: Yeah, sure. Whatever. I don't care.
Asian: K. I'm coming in.
As I inched past the archway and headed to the fitting room, Desperate had stopped me.
Desperate: Oh, um, you can't go in there.
Asian: Um, what? Why?
Desperate: Um, you just can't. Our store doesn't allow that.
To be honest, I was too tired to fight her. But honestly, I have never seen a gay man be denied to go in and see his girl friend try on her bra. Apparently, I'm too straight and we look like a couple. Dear lord. Though, I'm not gonna lie, readers, it made me feel good about myself. It's something I can't really explain, but I took pride in her denying me access. I was mad, but I still took pride.
After that whole debacle, we went off to get macarons and buy me some oreos before I went to pick up my check.
If there was anything I learned from today, it's that I seem like a straight guy. So ladies, if you ever find yourself in times of trouble and need an out, I am here for you; I will be your pretend boyfriend. Just don't kiss me. Or attempt to grab me in places. I will leave you for dead.
Here's to more future experiences and adventures.
Sincerely,
An Asian
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Today, I had to think.
As I was currently in the state of my deep, peaceful slumber, I heard and felt the intense double buzz from my beaten phone. Mother had texted me. The body of the text had informed me to call her so as to receive some good news. In my mind, three things had popped into question:
1. Did this have anything to do with our trip to the Motherland?
2. Did I win money? Or anything for that matter?
3. Why is she texting me so early in the morning (11:00 am)?
While pondering the possibilities of what the good news could be, I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling for the next hour until I finally had the motivation to call.
Mother: Why hello, anak!
Asian: Heellooo, maja.
slight silence
Asian: So what's the good news?
Mother: Oh, I just wanted to say hiiii!
Asian: That's it? That's the good news? You wanted me to call you just to hear you tell me something you tell me, like, everyday of my life.
As I went on my little joking rant, my mother was laughing hysterically.
Mother: Can I not say hello to my children?
Asian: Is there something special to this hello that requires me to call you?
Mother: Yeeess! To tell you my love!
Asian: Oh, really? So did all of your other hellos mean nothing? So kind, mother, so kind.
Eventually, we got to the reason why she had asked me to call her.
Asian: So did you or I win something? Ten thousand dollars?
Mother: You won ten thousand dollars?!
Asian: No, mother. I was asking if we won ten thousand dollars.
Mother: Oh, nooo. But, it's something better!
Asian: What?
Mother: "Dear Asian, We are pleased to annou-"
From the beginning of that letter and recently learning about my dear friend's early acceptance, I was able to put two-and-two together.
Asian: No thank you.
Mother: What? This is from--
Asian: The School of White Magic. I know.
Now, most people would have taken the opportunity to get in early; if I were still home, I would have. But since moving here, I realized that I wanted to complete my two year journey. I told myself and everybody that I was going to be here for that long and intend to keep to my word. Was it disappointing for both me and mother? Absolutely. But she knew. She knew that I'd eventually come back to finish because I was determined to complete this degree. For the meantime, I still have more adventures ahead of me.
Later tonight, I met up with a guy I had been talking to for about a week or two for dinner. In the midst of that dinner, we discussed how he'd be moving to Saint Francis for work; leaving in the summer. I'm not gonna lie, my heart shattered into millions of pieces. Though, honestly, it was good that we had this conversation because in the end, we came to the decision of going with the flow and seeing where this interaction takes us.
Life is about making those hard decisions and taking risks. I could have taken the easy way out and said that I'd be going home early and just let myself crumble to nothing after hearing Dutchman's news. But where the fun and sense of adventure in that? Everyday is a new experience and the best way to make it worthwhile is by taking the hardest route possible. Yes, tears will be shed to the point that it creates the sixth ocean of the world, but overcoming these obstacles will make these hardships the fondest of memories.
So readers, the next time you face a hard decision, remember that there are two paths that you can take:
1. The easy path - content with life and having the power to move on.
or
2. The hard path - struggling with life and the willingness to put your life in the hands of chance.
As I've said, my path is that of the latter, but it's not the path for everyone. It's your destiny. So choose.
Here's to more adventures and experiences in the future.
Sincerely,
An Asian
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Today, I witnessed something I only ever see in movies.
Before everyone had gone to bed and parted ways, we all pitched in to clean what we could and left the dishes for the morning. When I had awoken from my deep slumber, it was already 11 AM. I rushed upstairs ready to help...and everything was done. I felt useless. But whatever. Everything was done, so I just made myself some breakfast, sat on the chair while Screeching Cat sprawled out on the couch next to me, and watched NCIS. After a couple of episodes, I decided to go up to the rooftop and join Nala:
Asian: Ha ha. Getting a new pillow?
Nala: Oh, yes. Would you like to join me up on the rooftop?
Asian: I was actually just about to do that.
Nala: Oh good. I'll see you up there then.
I had gotten my pillow from the patio couches, gone back into the house, walked through the lounging area and dining room, and onto the balcony. Suddenly, I heard a noise.
The brakes had come to a screeching halt and my attention was drawn to the road. I noticed a white Acura had stopped and then further witnessed a black SUV flipping and tumbling on the off-ramp. Shards of window pieces were floating in the air as this monstrous vehicle was slowly deconstructing piece-by-piece, part-by-part. When the symphony of tragedy had finally come to an end, a person came rushing out of the Acura and two other cars parked behind the accident and jumped out as well. My heart was racing, my mind still processing what I had just seen before my eyes. I finally had the ability to move and began walking towards the staircase leading up to the rooftop, still keeping an eye on the situation. Then I made it to the top:
Asian: Did you see that accident?
Nala: What accident?
Asian: Over on the highway; on the off-ramp.
Nala was in awe with what happened. When I looked over, clouds of smoke began to fill the air; it was only a matter of time before the car burst into flames.
As Nala and I situated ourselves into the perfect positions to sun bathe, we talked some more and continued to get to know each other. After a while, sirens from a firetruck started buzzing through the air and we got up to check out the situation. Sure enough, the large vehicle had finally caught flames and black smoke began to replace the smoke prior to the incident. When it finally got to the point that we felt the sun disappearing, we decided to head back inside and relax in the living room. Then Sheep had come upstairs to join us after a period of time.
For the rest of the day and evening, Screeching Cat, Sheep, Nala, and I watched NCIS and a couple movies before everyone went to bed and I began my journey home.
No readers, my story does not end here. Remember when Screeching Cat and I drove down together from Winterfell and how both of our experiences differed? Well, I got to drive through the fog. It was one of the most horrific fifty miles I have ever driven. Not to mention how I was starting to fall asleep because of how exhausted I was from doing nothing! Actually, it was late, so in my defense, it was reasonable. It took me noticing a cop as I was speeding down the highway to shock my mind into keeping awake for the next ninety miles.
Obviously, I made it home safe. But that was most definitely a journey.
This year has already given me a remarkable start. Both really bad, but remarkable nonetheless. Here's to my future adventures and experiences!
Sincerely,
An Asian
Asian: Ha ha. Getting a new pillow?
Nala: Oh, yes. Would you like to join me up on the rooftop?
Asian: I was actually just about to do that.
Nala: Oh good. I'll see you up there then.
I had gotten my pillow from the patio couches, gone back into the house, walked through the lounging area and dining room, and onto the balcony. Suddenly, I heard a noise.
The brakes had come to a screeching halt and my attention was drawn to the road. I noticed a white Acura had stopped and then further witnessed a black SUV flipping and tumbling on the off-ramp. Shards of window pieces were floating in the air as this monstrous vehicle was slowly deconstructing piece-by-piece, part-by-part. When the symphony of tragedy had finally come to an end, a person came rushing out of the Acura and two other cars parked behind the accident and jumped out as well. My heart was racing, my mind still processing what I had just seen before my eyes. I finally had the ability to move and began walking towards the staircase leading up to the rooftop, still keeping an eye on the situation. Then I made it to the top:
Asian: Did you see that accident?
Nala: What accident?
Asian: Over on the highway; on the off-ramp.
Nala was in awe with what happened. When I looked over, clouds of smoke began to fill the air; it was only a matter of time before the car burst into flames.
As Nala and I situated ourselves into the perfect positions to sun bathe, we talked some more and continued to get to know each other. After a while, sirens from a firetruck started buzzing through the air and we got up to check out the situation. Sure enough, the large vehicle had finally caught flames and black smoke began to replace the smoke prior to the incident. When it finally got to the point that we felt the sun disappearing, we decided to head back inside and relax in the living room. Then Sheep had come upstairs to join us after a period of time.
For the rest of the day and evening, Screeching Cat, Sheep, Nala, and I watched NCIS and a couple movies before everyone went to bed and I began my journey home.
No readers, my story does not end here. Remember when Screeching Cat and I drove down together from Winterfell and how both of our experiences differed? Well, I got to drive through the fog. It was one of the most horrific fifty miles I have ever driven. Not to mention how I was starting to fall asleep because of how exhausted I was from doing nothing! Actually, it was late, so in my defense, it was reasonable. It took me noticing a cop as I was speeding down the highway to shock my mind into keeping awake for the next ninety miles.
Obviously, I made it home safe. But that was most definitely a journey.
This year has already given me a remarkable start. Both really bad, but remarkable nonetheless. Here's to my future adventures and experiences!
Sincerely,
An Asian
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