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| Allegations:
There may have been a shindig at a house in Oakland last weekend.
At this shindig, there might have been a TV with "Magic Mike".
There may have been some singing into Magic Mike.
That singing might have been loud.
I might have been hogging the mike.
The songs might have included "On Bended Knee", "Alone", "A Whole New World", and "Livin' On A Prayer".
A cop might have walked in at some point.
She might have said "You're going to need to stop the karaoke. I don't want to have to come back here and tell you again."
Allegedly, of course. | | |
| True story:
I'm at home, reading / pretending to read.
Knock on the door.
I answer the door.
It's a young male, probably 22 or 23, dressed up.
I'm thinking he's about to try and sell me something, or ask for money to fund some policy, or convert me to whatever.
He asks me, "Hey! Are your parents home?"
I say, "Y'know, they're not, sorry."
He says, "Okay, well, thanks for your time."
And that's the end of the story. | | |
| After 27 (!) years of hard work and dedication, I finally achieved something for which I've been waiting a long long time. I always believed in myself, but a lot of people said it couldn't be done, and so this is a special "screw you" for all the haterade drinkers out there:
I am officially fat; my metabolism has stopped.
I'm here in Taiwan, and somebody who I haven't seen in two years said "Wow, you got fat!", which is a big change of pace from the usual "My gosh how'd you get even skinnier", "Did you pick up *another* tapeworm?", and "When you finally end up finding yourself that harem of women, make sure at least one of them knows how to cook."
This marks the end of jmtang the skinny asian boy, and begins my transformation into jmtang the fat asian boy.
Next stop: belly!
Oh, and in other news, I'll be making my triumphant return to the states this summer, after far far far too long in Beijing; first summer in Seattle, then seven (!) years at UC Berkeley for a Ph.D. in modern Chinese history.
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| It's not like anybody reads xangas anymore, save me I suppose, so I don't feel terribly awful about the long delay between posts, but I have a good excuse, and that excuse is that my firewall jumping software won't let me post. True story. No lie. I'm not lazy. I blame China.
In other news, there's not much else.
Minor amusing anecdote: Helen visited about a month back, and we went to KTV with others. I asked her if she's been before, and she says, yes, in NY, K-town, etc. I say, well they do things fancier here so be ready. She says whatever dude they got leather couches in K-town, how much more fancy could things get.
Then she walks in and sees the Vegas-like gilded marble staircases, the armies of staff in pseudo tuxes ready to cater to the guest, and the all you can eat buffet. And she says, yeah, maybe the K-town leather couches aren't all that. | | |
| my list of ktv pet peeves
1. the person who orders songs and then doesn't want to sing them - dude what's the point
2. the person who orders songs and tries to get other people to sing them - that's just lame and stop trying to be my mother i can order my own dang songs
3. the person who jumps his or her own songs to the top of the list all the time - wow you're a jerk
4. the people who crowd the frickin food line load up and don't let anybody else get anything - i know it's a buffet but come on now
5. people who sing really really well - you just make the rest of us look stupid
6. people who say they can't sing well and then sing really really well - it's not modesty it's lying
7. the dude who hits the tambourine - i'm deaf in one ear because of you
8. the dude who hits the tambourine off rhythm - you're screwing the rest of us up
9. people who deliberately sing away from the mike - who cares if you sound bad it's ktv
10. anybody who orders my heart will go on
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