ANSHENT SHAINEES SEECROT!!!!
Oooh! Yeah!! Imagine my arms up all wavely-smaggely googly and my eyes all stereotypically chinky with a cone hat! Yeah! Racism! Fuck yeah!
Anyways, I wanted to write these things down for posterity just because my grandkids will think I'm insane anyways.
So, in my accounting class there's this asian guy, total Fob, but totally sweet, although he was awkwardly nice at first to me ("like don't get so close to me? Uhhh, thanks" awkward sweet), I forget his name, an act which I will surely go to hell for now, but he always makes a point of talking to me. At first I found it annoying and a little creepy (I hate lost puppy types), but I disregarded my creepy feelings and traded them in for understanding that it was probably just culture clash. Body language can have different dialects and meanings too, ya know.
He did back off a bit and talked with the other fob asian kids in class but he would still say hi to me and I think he's gotten the hang of american culture a little more now, he's got more edge to him and not that push-over math nerd vibe. Go Yanki!
So if you don't notice it's 4 something in the a.m. right now, I didn't go to bed, and I have to leave pretty soon to make it to class. So yeah, I typicaly look like shit when I actually do make it to class. He's noted to me that, in China, I have panda eyes. XD Such a cute way to put it. We call it raccoon eyes, I guess, but I think I've only heard that term in the mountain west.
Well, after my last class he comes up to me and practically scorns me that that I've missed this class about two times already and asks why, and I reply that I've been under the weather and sick, and then he goes, "..yeah, you should get some sleep... but, you know what? I only get two or three hours of sleep a night, but I also take a lot of Vitamin C, a lot of Vitamin A, Zinc, Iron, and I do special breathing techniques, and it keeps me strong."
First of all, he scorned me for missing class!!!! He gives a fuck about me. Who the fuck am -I- to give a fuck about like that, I'm practically a total stranger if it weren't for being in the same class!! Blows me away, but it's what's drawing me to this kid too... Why is he so nice to me? I figured at first that he wanted to make friends in this new country right away... and.. well, I guess maybe it's working on me. Crazy charm, there, kid.
But second... and most importantly...
Oh. Man. He told me the secret. Did God somehow fuck up and slip me in to the AZN BRUTHAHOOD? I mean, you know what I speak of. They have mighty library powers. Indians, Chinese, especially, their grad student populations speak for themselves!!
Oh my God. He told me the secret.
But not quite!!! I MUST ASK HIM ABOUT THIS BREATHING TECHNIQUE.
About the kid, he's 24 and Indonesian, and I think his name starts with a Y... Yim? Fuck, I hate myself for not knowing.
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Today on the bus an elder asian man told me to sit next to him in the empty seat, so I did, since I thought that was a nice gesture, but also thought why me? oh, maybe he just wants to hit on me... (I'll have to tell you all about a bus incident involving a very lecherous and possibly drunk but very disheveled latin man.. WOO MACHISMO)
Well he starts chatting me up by asking me how old I think he is. He's very spritely, but I definitely see age on him, but I reply 45-55. And he goes, ohhh thank you. But no. Guess again. I say 70. I'm dead on right.
HOW? How do these people have so much energy at that age? He shows me his driver's license.. July of 1936. He changed his name to Peter. We're both Roman Catholic and have appropriately relevant Christian names. He just got his citizenship last year, his son is a doctor MD and his granddaughter is 20. He has a doctor's appointment.. I ask him where he's from, he says Korea. He adds that he can speak three languages: Korean, Japanese, and English. (His English is really good too). I say Wow, I can speak a tiny bit of Japanese, and he goes, "Soo, desu ka?" Oh my god this man is SEX. I'd do him. He basically said "Ohhhh, really?" I offer watashi wa my name as proof but he corrects me and says No, namae (well, "no" and "My name is" in Japanese, namae is the word for name). I love him.
We shake hands and I bid him adieu as he leaves for his stop. I decide that maybe I should learn Korean as well.
I'll add more about Koreatown here, maybe. Man, K-town is HUGE. There's sooo much to find there, I mean, damn.
afterthought Christine, mah luuuuvvvv... you should come visit me, we should eat bean cakes after some hot kimchi + bulgogi action. Oh, and the style of Death Note reminds me of your style. I want your sexy goth lolita dandy fappin' ass over here NOW. *blows kissie* Yesh. Cooommmeee too meeeeeee *googly eyes*
Anyways, I wanted to write these things down for posterity just because my grandkids will think I'm insane anyways.
So, in my accounting class there's this asian guy, total Fob, but totally sweet, although he was awkwardly nice at first to me ("like don't get so close to me? Uhhh, thanks" awkward sweet), I forget his name, an act which I will surely go to hell for now, but he always makes a point of talking to me. At first I found it annoying and a little creepy (I hate lost puppy types), but I disregarded my creepy feelings and traded them in for understanding that it was probably just culture clash. Body language can have different dialects and meanings too, ya know.
He did back off a bit and talked with the other fob asian kids in class but he would still say hi to me and I think he's gotten the hang of american culture a little more now, he's got more edge to him and not that push-over math nerd vibe. Go Yanki!
So if you don't notice it's 4 something in the a.m. right now, I didn't go to bed, and I have to leave pretty soon to make it to class. So yeah, I typicaly look like shit when I actually do make it to class. He's noted to me that, in China, I have panda eyes. XD Such a cute way to put it. We call it raccoon eyes, I guess, but I think I've only heard that term in the mountain west.
Well, after my last class he comes up to me and practically scorns me that that I've missed this class about two times already and asks why, and I reply that I've been under the weather and sick, and then he goes, "..yeah, you should get some sleep... but, you know what? I only get two or three hours of sleep a night, but I also take a lot of Vitamin C, a lot of Vitamin A, Zinc, Iron, and I do special breathing techniques, and it keeps me strong."
First of all, he scorned me for missing class!!!! He gives a fuck about me. Who the fuck am -I- to give a fuck about like that, I'm practically a total stranger if it weren't for being in the same class!! Blows me away, but it's what's drawing me to this kid too... Why is he so nice to me? I figured at first that he wanted to make friends in this new country right away... and.. well, I guess maybe it's working on me. Crazy charm, there, kid.
But second... and most importantly...
Oh. Man. He told me the secret. Did God somehow fuck up and slip me in to the AZN BRUTHAHOOD? I mean, you know what I speak of. They have mighty library powers. Indians, Chinese, especially, their grad student populations speak for themselves!!
Oh my God. He told me the secret.
But not quite!!! I MUST ASK HIM ABOUT THIS BREATHING TECHNIQUE.
About the kid, he's 24 and Indonesian, and I think his name starts with a Y... Yim? Fuck, I hate myself for not knowing.
***********
Today on the bus an elder asian man told me to sit next to him in the empty seat, so I did, since I thought that was a nice gesture, but also thought why me? oh, maybe he just wants to hit on me... (I'll have to tell you all about a bus incident involving a very lecherous and possibly drunk but very disheveled latin man.. WOO MACHISMO)
Well he starts chatting me up by asking me how old I think he is. He's very spritely, but I definitely see age on him, but I reply 45-55. And he goes, ohhh thank you. But no. Guess again. I say 70. I'm dead on right.
HOW? How do these people have so much energy at that age? He shows me his driver's license.. July of 1936. He changed his name to Peter. We're both Roman Catholic and have appropriately relevant Christian names. He just got his citizenship last year, his son is a doctor MD and his granddaughter is 20. He has a doctor's appointment.. I ask him where he's from, he says Korea. He adds that he can speak three languages: Korean, Japanese, and English. (His English is really good too). I say Wow, I can speak a tiny bit of Japanese, and he goes, "Soo, desu ka?" Oh my god this man is SEX. I'd do him. He basically said "Ohhhh, really?" I offer watashi wa my name as proof but he corrects me and says No, namae (well, "no" and "My name is" in Japanese, namae is the word for name). I love him.
We shake hands and I bid him adieu as he leaves for his stop. I decide that maybe I should learn Korean as well.
I'll add more about Koreatown here, maybe. Man, K-town is HUGE. There's sooo much to find there, I mean, damn.
afterthought Christine, mah luuuuvvvv... you should come visit me, we should eat bean cakes after some hot kimchi + bulgogi action. Oh, and the style of Death Note reminds me of your style. I want your sexy goth lolita dandy fappin' ass over here NOW. *blows kissie* Yesh. Cooommmeee too meeeeeee *googly eyes*