Castaways And Cutouts

2011-04-26T19:32:00.000-07:00

I can not believe that there are STILL OVER 22 days left before I graduate.

I really just want to get the fuck out

No, I really don't care about your lambo & rolex watches

2010-08-01T18:11:00.000-07:00

I've come to the realization that many of the ex-pats who live in Hong Kong have little to no respect for the local women here. How did I come to this realization? Through three very unnerving situations that all occurred throughout the course of one night.

Incident #1

While I was walking to Mes Amis a man approached me and asked me if I would come with him to meet his boss. He proceeded to explain that he needed to find a woman for his boss as if this situation was totally normal.

Incident #2

Later on that night, I was speaking to a man from the San Diego area who'd been living in Hong Kong for quite some time. I asked him if he enjoyed his time here, expecting him to start raving about the excitement of city life. Instead, he told me that Asia was the best place in the world for a white male. Only in Asia do the local women fall to their knees chasing older white men and this in turn makes white women jealous so they also join in the fight.

I just don't understand. He wasn't even attractive

Incident #3

In addition, while my date briefly went to the bathroom, a rather drunken man approached me to dance. What did he do when I adamantly refused? WELL he told me that he flew Boeing 747s and he could take me on his plane if I danced with him as if that would change my mind. WTF. I am not a gold digger. I find it really quite sad that Hong Kong is a place where financial success is the only necessary qualifications for a man to be appealing.

I will be happy to go back to the US where the men are at least a little bit more respectful of women & money is not thrown in your face constantly.

Lunchtime Conversations

2010-07-28T00:46:00.000-07:00

Everyday during lunch I have the same conversation with my co-worker:

Her: Do you watch Sex and the City?

Me: Yes, I just started watching this summer.

Her: Is that really what the US is like? Are all the women in the city single? Do they really date that many men?

Me: I guess for some people, but it's really just an exaggeration.

Sometimes Sex and the City is replaced with some other popular US television show like Desperate Housewives, but you get the gist of it.

Or sometimes she'll change the conversation up a little bit:

Her: Do you and your friends eat a lot of McDonalds?

Me: No, not really. I don't like McDonalds

Her: Are most of your friends really fat?

Me: No, actually I don't have any fat friends.

Her: Oh, I thought most Americans loved McDonalds and were extremely fat.

So everyday I spend my lunch trying to explain to my co-worker that Americans are not really like the people in movies/ TV shows & that we are not really all obese.

On another note, I'm going to Norway Aug 9! It's incredible! 2010 has probably been the most exciting & epic year of my life. I've always wanted to travel, but I never thought I'd be able to do it while in college! This year I have been to Hong Kong, Shenzhen, Shanghai, Beijing, Thailand, Vietnam, Taiwan, Singapore, & now Norway! In Norway, I'm visiting Bergen & Oslo. I'm also attending this super hipster music festival. I'm so excited to be surrounded by all the beautiful blonde blue-eyed Scandinavians! :D

P.S In addition to giving up cheetos, I've also decided to give up fried dumplings.

Office Etiquette

2010-07-20T00:44:00.000-07:00

There's a few things I've noticed about workplace dynamics in HK that are a bit unnerving. First, and worst of all, the men here find it perfectly acceptable to burp & cough up their phlegm while working. I'll be sitting in my little cubicle, trying to translate some financial transaction statement, and I'll hear a loud string of burps in the background. GROSS

Also, it's perfectly acceptable for the secretaries to dress in mini skirts. The secretary here wears clothes that I might go clubbing in. Her skirts are definitely never below the knees. tsk tsk.

Thankfully, none of my co-workers actually know English. This makes surfing the web & spending hours on facebook/gchat so much easier.

I am, however, really worried about gaining weight. Beyond typing, I don't do anything that could possibly help burn calories & I definitely already feel fatter. What's worse is that the fat always goes straight to my stomach. It's really disgusting. I can only eat fruit from now on.

So what does the future promise me? A beige cubicle & indefinite weight gain? I really hope not.

I'm thinking of skipping out on work a week early & hitting up Sanya in Hai Nan province. It's a beach resort area off the coast of China that Chairman Mao & the CCP liked to party at. They'd have pretty elaborate dance parties there on the reg. But anyway, it's this gorgeous beach area with coconut trees everywhere. They also produce this really tasty coconut drink that is extremely popular on the mainland. http://pic.ccn.mofcom.gov.cn/duomeiti/12296054/0011.jpg

It seems like an amazing place to spend a week. I just need to find the financial resources to pay for this trip.

When it rains it pours

2010-07-16T02:10:00.000-07:00

It's fucking raining men right now.

I am suprisingly unenthusiastic about this situation.

I miss my girlfriends!

Interning aka Being Everyone's Bitch

2010-07-14T01:36:00.000-07:00

According to my daily countdown, I'm on day 6 of interning at Dongying. If only it were day 20. The work here is worse than being mediocre at best. I either waste my time gchatting & reading the NYTimes or I spend hours on google translate trying to translate dense legal documents into Chinese. Sometimes I fill out some simple applications about real estate firms. The latter would be a simple task if my Chinese were any good, but the supposedly mindless job of discovering a company's underwriter/CEO is pretty damn hard sometimes. If I were actually getting paid things would be much better. The promise of a paycheck by the end of the week would give me the strength to complete any job.

Every morning I wake up at exactly 7:08, get ready, take the 46X to the Wan Chai Exhibition & Convention Center, order a small iced latte at Pacific Coffee, and read the paper for 40 minutes. That's probably the highlight of my day right there.
I then proceed to go to my little beige cubicle & spend the next 7 or so hours sitting on my ass. My ass is probably growing as I type & the jalepeno cheddar cheetos I keep snacking on definitely don't help. What I don't understand is why I'm always hungry by 4 pm. Lunch, which is paid for by the company, is always a substantial bowl of rice & some vegetables/ meat. & given the fact that I don't really do anything to burn off the calories I should not be so hungry all the time. But right now I'm starving and I've already finished my cheetos.

I make sure to leave this lifeless soul sucking office by 6 pm on the dot. The remainder of my day is spent finding dinner. It can be quite difficult to find a good place to have dinner especially since my dorm is located in the middle of nowhere (I also refuse to eat at the canteen-it's just too gross). For the past two days I've had wonton noodle soup. Today I'm planning on going to Mong Kok, doing some shopping, getting some bubble tea, and then eating some street food (but probably in reverse order).

The end of my day has also become routine. I get home, blast the AC because it's so hot here, watch some Sex & the City, smoke some cigarettes & drink a beer, all while gchatting people.

So my weekday life can be summed up with: coffee, work, gchat, food, gchat.

Countdown

2010-07-11T01:00:00.000-07:00

There are only 33 more days before I return to Boston! :)

And I like to think that the last week that I'm here will just fly by so in reality it's only 26 more days! :)

Tick tock

2010-07-05T10:11:00.000-07:00

I promised myself that I wouldn't count to see how many days were left until the end of the week. I started the first day I got here and the number 42 is just so giant and daunting. How will I get through 42 more days of this? That's 1008 hours of scorching heat and extreme humidity.

Every once in a while I just have to take a step back, mentally slap myself, and realize that I'm actually in Hong Kong. It may be a bit lonely at times but this city is bustling with life. It's exciting and imaginative. Though the level of fun I'm having now is not even comparable to my study abroad adventures, I still love the city. I love smoking on the roof of my 16 floor dorm and gazing at the view. It's gorgeous. Right in front of me is the ocean and the peaking skyscrapers are framed by giant mountains. The architecture here is truly spectacular and the city offers such a wide array of opportunities and adventures, adventures that Boston definitely doesn't have. I just wish I knew more people to explore the city with.

I also love being able to eat out constantly. Granted, I did a ton of brunch sessions while I was in Boston the beginning of the summer, but atleast eating out in HK won't completely destroy my wallet.

Luckily, I begin working tomorrow. I've already got my business casual clothes laid out. I love the initial excitement of dressing up for work. It's like getting ready for the first day of classes. I really hope this job is demanding and rigorous--that'll certainly keep me occupied at least.

On Wednesday I'm also taking a boxing class. I'm extremely excited. I've always wanted to learn how to box and I feel like it'll be the best way for me to get in shape. Hopefully I'll make some friends there.

The glass is half full?

2010-07-03T08:28:00.000-07:00

I keep reminding myself to think positively because things definitely could be worse. Part of me expected to arrive in HK to find myself locked out of the dorms, find all my items missing, and be internet-less. To my dismay, none of these things have happened. I successfully made my way back to 904 Lee Hysan Hall and all my possessions were still in my room. In fact, I'm pretty sure someone came in and organized my things a bit.

Unfortunately, I still desperately wish that I could be back in Boston. For the past 48 hours I have not spoken to anyone with the exception of airline stewardesses and doctors.

My journey to HK was a real pain. First off, I barely made it to my 7:10 pm flight on time. I went from terminal B to terminal E and then back to terminal B before realizing that Finnair is partnered with American Airlines. I checked in at 6:27 and somehow made it onto that plane. Six hours later, I'm in London Heathrow Airport. It's alright, but British Airways has an odd policy that doesn't allow people to sit at the gates until their plane is boarding. So for another six hours I napped awkwardly in front of a few kiosks. What I've noticed about London is that it is indeed rather dreary and there are a lot of Indian minorities.

I eventually boarded my two hour flight that would land me in Helsinki, Finnland. It is cold as hell there, the sun does not set till almost midnight, and their bread tastes weird. The 7 hour layover in Finland wasn't so bad though because the airport had these lovely lounge chairs that I ended up napping on for 5 hours. After that, I was finally on my way to Hong Kong.

I'd like to also state that this 31 hour commute was all done with a infected and blurry right eye. That's right, it hurt and I couldn't see.

After 4 hours at the local hospital, I've now been prescribed eye drops that have to be used every 2 hours and a lovely night cream that I'm supposed to rub against my cornea.

At least, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to sleep according to the HK schedule, especially since I've just purchased a Carlsberg (which is arguably one of the shittiest beers in the world) and a pack of cigarettes.

Well, it's only 42 more days. In the grand scheme of things, 42 days is nothing.

My future?

2010-06-20T19:12:00.000-07:00

Today, while sipping some refreshing Tsingtao Beer out of Tufts University Alumni mugs in front of the Danish Pastry House at approximately 5 pm, my lovely friend Vicky and I decided to come up with an amusing idealized version of our future together.

Essentially, after working our asses off and going to a ton of career fairs and networking sessions, we will land some sort of amazing job and rent out an apartment together in a quaint Boston neighborhood. We will then lure in some boys with our amazingly sophisticated and sexy business casual attire to insure that we will have an even ratio boy:girl friend group. We'll just be a fabulous group of yuppies who frequently grab lunch together in Back Bay.

Now to get to the details of the whole situation. Every morning (monday-friday) Vicky and I will read the New York Times/The Wall Street Journal while sipping on coffee made from our beloved espresso machine. I'll also have a amazingly cute puppy and she'll have a cat.

What's wrong with my body?

2010-06-15T06:09:00.000-07:00

I now have the body of a five year old boy hyped up on sugar or a frail senior citizen. Either way, I can not sleep very well anymore. Since coming back from HK I have not been able to sleep past 10 and today I even woke up at 8:13. This is horrifying especially since I have been known to frequently sleep past 1 pm. I love sleep!!! :(

Also, I've been focusing way too much on my legs in the gym. This is because I feel awkward lifting free weights in front of the giant mirrors. I often end up running for 20 + minutes, doing crunches, and then alternating between all the leg machines. I don't want thunder thighs!! lol

6 Months Later

2010-05-28T09:51:00.000-07:00

The past six months have honestly been the best months of my life. They were epic, unforgettable, and unbelievably exciting.

Within that time frame I've been able to visit Shenzhen, Shanghai, Beijing, Singapore, Thailand, Taiwan, and Vietnam. I spent so much time traveling I probably did not spend more than 20 consecutive days in Hong Kong.

Honestly, I never knew life could be so exciting and great.

I am particularly sad because I know that the times I had in Hong Kong can never be recreated again. It wasn't necessarily the city that was so great, though I do love the view of skyscrapers framed by mountains, but the people who really completed the experience. God I'm gonna miss it.

Returning to Newton has really helped me appreciate my abroad experience. It might be the fact that I'm living with my parents again, but I just feel that Boston is excruciatingly boring. Life in America is a little too regulated.

I think I'm experiencing a sense of reverse culture shock.

Hong Kong

2010-01-15T00:37:00.000-08:00

I feel like blogs are undeniably tied to study abroad adventures. Unfortunately, my blog has been neglected for quite some time. But now I've finally found some free time to write about my adventures in the city.

Here are a few things that I've learned about Hong Kong
1. English should not be the national language. Excluding ex-pats, not that many people know English.
2. There are ex-pats everywhere. Sometimes it can really feel like you're back in the states
3. A nice spring day in Boston seems like bone-chilling weather for people here. My first day here, it was a beautiful 60+ degrees. I wore capris and a light shirt. Everyone else wore uggs and fur coats.
4. Public transportation here is the shit. There are so many buses that it's impossible to list all the buses on a map. Also, unlike Boston, there is no need to check to see when buses come because they come so often (every 5 minutes).
5. The octopus card is the most convenient thing in the world. It's used for transportation and most shops accept it.
6. Pizza Hut is an upscale sit-down restaurant here. It's very odd. The pizzas are also made very differently. Anything and everything can go on a pizza.
7. Hong Kong is beautiful and its landscape has everything to be desired. Next to towering skyscrapers there are parks with lush and exotic trees. The island is also surrounded by towering mountains and sandy beaches. I really can't complain about anything.

To be continued....

It's said all the time but...

2009-10-20T19:28:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, while I was studying for my upcoming Chinese midterm, I stumbled upon this documentary, The Blood of Yingzhou District. I have never watched a documentary more devastating and heart wrenching. This says a lot given that I've seen a number of dramatic films, ranging from Schindler's List to The Pianist, and not shed a tear. But this documentary truly tore at my soul.

The Blood of Yingzhou District follows a few children who have been orphaned by AIDS. In an attempt to make money and support their family, their parents sold their blood. What I've gathered from the documentary is that everyone's blood would be mixed together, all the plasmas would be removed and then the blood would be returned to the body so that they would be able to give blood again sooner. In that way, if one person had AIDS 50 other people would contract it.

What got me the most when watching this documentary was the story of Gao Jun, a 2 year old boy who is HIV positive. With the death of his parents, the only person willing to care for him is his grandmother who is mentally unstable. It really hit me hard when I saw his distended belly and his body covered in scabs. It is so painful to see a child be outcast from society.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that this documentary really made me appreciate all that I have in life. My life is probably better than 99% of the world. I feel like humans always ask for too much and I really want to try to be grateful for what I have. I hope that more people watch this documentary and I hope that one day I can truly help children in these conditions

Work and Work

2009-10-06T19:35:00.001-07:00

Due to popular demand, I'm going to write another entry. lol

I started my new work schedule this week. Excluding 6 am shifts at Starbucks, this has been the worst work schedule ever. Anyone who has ever met me knows that I am not a morning person. I do not enjoy waking up to catch the sunrise, no, I enjoy waking up at high noon when most peoples' days are half done. I enjoy lounging around and eventually getting my lazy ass to class. Therefore, my previous 1:30 class schedule was ideal. Mondays and Wednesdays were my rewards for terrible 10:30 classes on Tuesday and Thursday. Unfortunately, I now wake up at 7:45 am those days. By the time 8:30 pm rolls around I just want to crawl into bed and sleep. In essence, I have become a cranky old grandma.
I'm currently brainstorming ways I can maximize my sleep. The idea of going to work tomorrow in my sleep clothes, with bed head and a mug of coffee seems rather appealing right now.
Midterms are approaching, as in I have a midterm tomorrow. Studying for tests were always soo much easier in high school. Mainly because I had absolutely nothing to do every night except my homework. I was so studious and responsible. Clearly, that is no longer true. For example, instead of studying for my psychology midterm yesterday I instead spent over 3 hours doing absolutely nothing. When normal people say this it's usually an exaggeration. I, however, am in no way exaggerating. I sat in front of my lap top, ate watermelon, facebook stalked, smoked cigarettes, and moped. When I was done moping I happily realized that I was way too tired to study efficiently and decided to go to bed.
Awesome

What to do next?

2009-09-20T16:52:00.001-07:00

I've been blogging since I was a freshman in high school. I guess it's been a good 7 years since I wrote my first entry. That seems so long ago. I decided to get a new blog and leave my livejournal behind since my entries were rife with entries about teenage angst, grammatical errors, and other embarrassing writing disasters.

It's currently around 4 weeks into the school year. It's weird realizing that I am actually an upperclassman now. I'm not sure how I feel about such changes. It seems horrifying leaving the security of college life. At the same time, I'm pretty sure that I'm ready to have more independence and leave behind the shit ton of work that I always have. I can't imagine waking up everyday for the routine 9-5 job but I also can't imagine continuing procrastinating about the paper that's due in approximately 8 hours (yes, that's happened too many times to count).

I guess it's about time that I find out what I want to do with my life. It's funny how no one has ever actually said that to me. It's always been, "Don't worry about it, you have time." Well that's simply not true. I'm pretty sure I should some idea where I'll be 5 years from now. It's funny how in high school I was more prepared to answer questions like that than I am now.

I've grown up with the SATS always looming over my head. Ever since I entered school I knew that I had to study well and do well on the SATS. Why? So I can get into a great college. Clearly I'm past that stage in my life. The SATS have long passed and I can barely even remember what I got on the 3 sections. The problem is that no one ever told me what I should do after I get into college. Granted I should think for myself and determine what I want to do with my life myself, but when you've been brought up in such a regimented environment it's a little difficult to have so much freedom. I know that my next step is either Grad School or finding a career. But study what in Grad School? Can I handle studying for so many more years? If not grad school, where will I find a job? In what field? Where do I start looking?
Too bad there's not some sort of life guide/map. It would definitely make things more convenient.