Wake up. Smell the coffee.
Crash landing. Safety Belts.
Welcome to reality.
Living out the American Dream.
Yes. Dream.
Dream on.
Maybe if you dream then you can shut your eyes
to the homeless
crazies on the bus
or all the lunatic Chinese swarming to get on buses
how can I blame them?
Or maybe try to console myself that at least
I have an escape route
back home
I don't evem know for sure what home really means now
I don't want to be here
or back there
either way
My dad once made me promise
a very silly promise
"Ying Ying, (in cantonese) don't marry a black ghost."
He, I can say with certainty, was being racist.
I just might come home one day with someone with chocolate skin
or a girlfriend.
What will he do then?
Shock Therapy.
Did I tell you last Sunday was Gay Pride day?
THey had a parade.
I saw one topless girl
two men in leather and chains (only)
lots of butts
George Bush in a cage
And people throwing mud
All of them out to have a bit of fun
Few of them really are gays
I'm guessing
mostly tourists
out for sensations.
Lots of things I see
just doesn't make sense any more
LIke why the China on Tv here
is this backward place
with fake milkpowder
That was a decade ago's news
That's not the China I know.
America is still the most advanced nation in the world.
Dream on
America.
The American (Bad) Dream.
By: Nippy | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 4:51 AM | | 
Everyone who hates looking for a job raise your hand.
Suddenly there are miles of people marching with arms up.
Hey LI, who loves looking for a job? (no one)
Filling up stupid little forms, going for totally idiotic interviews. As if those few blanks or those ten minutes can give you a clue to who you've hired or is going to hire. Even living next to someone for 20 yeras you can still say I can't say for sure I know this person totally (with conviction).
That's why I suck big time at interviews, I know the things I am supposed to say. like how responsbile and capable I am. Basically boasting with trained modesty: the skill to interviewing is to fake with sincerity and to make everything you want your future employer want to believe about you seem believable. (read that again, there's logic there)
References. People who will say good things about you. BAsically anyone you are not that familiar with. Afterall which of your good friend or family member can resist sharing some private joke about what a quirky person you are. Employers are not intersted in your personality afterall, all they want is work performance work performance work performance.
And I can't help but think how apt this term is. Work performance--it is afterall a big performance. Put on your work role for office hours. I don't care what you are after work hours, you can be a crossdresser or a avid porn collector. At work you are just suppose to be normal. (can anyone tell me what this word really means?) And just do your job and shut your trap. Haha I'm sure there are nice employers out there, it's the same as I'm sure that there are nice men out there. I just haven't met them yet. Maybe they are all living in some weird colony in some desert away from the rest of the needy world.
Oh no do I detect bitterness? tsk tsk . That wasn't OIying speaking, that's just some cynical horrible person trying to make some noise.
Here's what Oi YIng really has to say: Jia you Li, I know this is the sucky part of it. But hey know what? IT should console you that this part only happens at the beginning and this happens to only the rest of the world, so don't fret, just be your happy self, and knock those employers down.
They even do it to volunteers now, what is the world coming to?
By: Nippy | Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 3:25 AM | |
Yes, I'm still here. Bored as hell. Rotting in everyday sameness. Haha Just haven't been very motivated to blog recently becuase after the excitement of settling down in a new place wears off, it becomes 'everyday' and 'boring' again.. So it's been work, finding new work, work. AND the same show is still showing at the theatre only without random bra throwing incidents.
So I know SIm and Li are having fun in Oz. Jing is going for a Survivor camp job interview. TEll me all about it soon, when you guys get back to civilization. I love being a tourist. It is like suddenly gonig into this weird zone of non-accessbility. It's sop hard to get you and for you to get your familiar friends and family. And finding yourself waking up in places without much memory. Crazily roaming streets, and sticking out like sore thumbs among locals. Getting lost--my favorite part of it all. Feeling a little apprehensive, relying on trust of other's good will and your own foreigner's instincts. (So unreliable and adventurous)
Me. Still the same old. Made a couple of new friends, but heck friendship takes time and hard work not ot mention chemistry and in my case, a good ear for accents, and learning to speak like them just ot be understood.
When I use to say 'just opposite this street'. People here give me weird looks. "Opposite?" Oh you mean "across." "Right, Exactly."
I'm starting to turn Buddhist too. Lots of patience, and nonchalance, when a bus comes every half an hour, and then it is so full-packed, you can't get on it. It is like being in a "First-world' Country with third-world transportation. I think : "Cattle trains" every morning to work.. and The buses stink of Marijuana at the back. Then there are cursing African Americans who uses fo many F word in a sentence, if you take away the f words, they only said three words which mattered.
So I am kind of drifting along... Dreaming of moving out, but hardly having the resources.. well till next time when I get bored at work and find blogging a better alternative to decorating hospital corridors.
By: Nippy | Tuesday, June 12, 2007 at 3:44 AM | |
