Oh really? non!

Fuck it Im tired of Asian parent's and their disapproving/judgemental looks whenever they see me, and while there is I think one exception, most if not all of them suck.
And why would I be saying this? Because I experienced it not too long ago and I can't believe it's bothering me this much. Ugh, I want to call them pretentious peasants but agh, I can't really say it outloud. I'm going on an Asian-diet.

Ok haha, I waited three seconds after I wrote the first paragraph but still not feeling better only more agitated. Ugh. ugh. I can't stand the stupid language barrier at least I know how to speak english, I hate when they say something and I can't understand what they're trying to say, "whut is llour majjoh?" Um biology, yes this darkie knows about biology and chemistry, and yeah I don't go to UT, sheesh. not everyone wants to go there.

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I dunno if I want to keep this post permanently.

Ahem ahem

Well, instead of relating my silly stories, even if they really aren't that silly themselves, let me tell you about some other things I've noticed or thought about.

Starting over is going to be hard, I've never been good at tolerating new people especially since haha, everyone knows I tend to hate them before I like them. No offense that's just my insecurities showing themselves. Anyway, as I was saying, it's going to be a challenge especially because the move is not something I want or look forward to.

I need new shoes but I don't know what to get. I love my Chuck's but I dunno if another pair is feasible; maybe I need a more structured shoe. I think Jenny's the only other girl I know with only one pair of shoes, well at least that we like to wear all the time.

Have you seen some of the videos of this fantastico Cristiano Ronaldo!? He's really cool, I dunno why he chose to play in the English league, it's such ugly football. And Portuguesse sounds similar to Spanish but some of the words are so different, how is it that a country that's next to Spain developed their own language? It's such a small country you'd think they separated from Spain. Viva Portugal!

Im reading this new book, The British Gulag in Kenya, or something like that haha, as it's inferred from the title it's about the British occupation of Kenya, the British impearilism in Kenya. Sometimes it's hard to understand the paternal attitude the British had for the Kenyans; their brutality towards the indegenous people and their inability to understand another culture reminds me of Joseph Conrad's Heart of darkness, scary.

Well I got bruises from this really cool new soccer ball I got. It's a real one not like the one I'm used to. teehee.

p.s. Test Tube babies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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There was a lady I knew, she was pretty but like all poor people had one defect that marred her beauty - her teeth. They were bad enough that if you met her and if someone asked you what is it that you don't like about her the only thing you could think of was her teeth. She is a very hard worker, in a cliche way she would give 110% when at work. She has some sort of weird walk, in that she has a bit of a gait. And the reason why I'm mentioning her is that one day I answered the phone, and it was I believe her eldest son he asked to speak to her and while it may seem normal, in the background you could hear yelling. A male voice was screaming orders, it sounded like obceneties in another language, and behind that vociferous sound there was another smaller, high pitched voice of a little girl. And I asked the kid to hold while I gave the phone to his mom, and I could only imagine what could be going on. She answered and kept her compusere quite well, like a person that's used to feigning calm; she left soon after she hung up I presume she used her hour of break to drive back home and calm her husband down. And then the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, that one time her husband had bought flowers to apologize, the way she walks sometimes because she might be hit, why she never really has a hurry to go home and the dark circles under her pretty eyes because she probably spends nights worrying about life, her children, and that she might even cry in secret, because that's what people do to keep strong, they hide their tears.






Then there was another lady that I didn't know but I always noticed. She would go into the store and wander around, almost always before seven pm. Then she would go to the library and try the computers. She would come back to the store and spend an hour making a copy, then sometimes she would hand me six cents, they were always in pennies. She would go to the bathroom and spend time there then come back out grab a candy bar and wander around. She would get her copy and cut it in four then sit at a table and write four letters. Then she would look at the clearance section but never bought anything. Once I found her at the wendy's and she was just sitting there, I had ordered two meals, then acted like they gave me one for free "I don't think I can eat both of these, would you like one?"
I dunno what she did for sleep purposes, but now that it's getting cold, well at least here, I often think of her. Especially since the sun goes down earlier instead of staying until nine pm.