Tuesday, January 11, 2011

January 12, 2011, Shanghai, China.
12:04

It's been a long week so far. Milk is dreaming of wrestling rings right now and Guera is cat-snoring next to my ear.

Another night I rather stay up as long as I can even though I know I should be going to bed too. It's finals week and I'm already dreading the next 6 months to come. Why? I'll tell you why, why. I hate waiting, and I'll have to rock climb my way through the next 6 months. Why you ask? Why, I'll tell you why, why. My summer is going to be PERFECT once more. Oh yes, I had a perfect summer 2010 and I am planning on repeating it.

But I, me, meself unfortunately cannot leap my way into the future, no not just yet, meaning I will have to, yes, like the commonplace commonfolk, go through every second of every minute of every hour of every day to get to glorious July.

But what is happening in the summer? What's all this blood business about you ask? Well, what now you ask, I'll tell you what. Once upon a time a young lynx-eyed youth promised to take me to Paris for my birthday, me, an Augustine lioness, and punch after laugh after bottles of wine after moths and Japan after cats cats and cats well, look how spoiled she became, the mexican, in Paris she was.

And anyways Sodoma, Hellfest, whatever your name is, suddenly dropped in two ticket invitations, after which Gomorra, Tolmin, whatever your name is, also felt like having us over for tea. My word, I can't seem to get to the point.

I'll actually be working the whole summer with the exception of two weeks that Milk and I are taking off work to go to France for a wedding and a festival, our brand new version of dinner and a show.

That is it I guess, so I start the countdown. Exactly 6 months to go. Perhaps its not time to bless me yet but I certainly will sin. I'll seen a lot of pahdy to cum. Oui.


01:08

Chinese word of the day:
税率 (Shui4 shuai4) Tax rate.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Thursday, January 6th, 2011. Shanghai, China.
00:32

This is the first entry of, I hope, many more to come.

It is for the purpose of remaining anonymous that all participants of these entries are granted cleverly thought aliases, result of the author's flourishing imagination, whether they like it or not.

This is the blog of LARUA, LINAK, BABYCUM, of metal you are made (though thou might forget at times) and to metal you shall return, meself, who shall be henceforward known as 'I'.

As I find myself sliding down the months after turning 23 years of age, my confidence is low, my weight is high, my pockets are empty most of the time although my life is full of cheese and wonder, which probably explains the weight.
I live in a wonderful city at the right lung of what is probably the most bullied country in the world (and with reason I must admit!), and every evening I share my couch with an opinionated gorgeous mediterranean feline boy who (yes I dare!) shall be known as Milk until further notice, and who will be a prominent feature in my rambings for the ladies' (and some men's) delight. Let alone my own.

Another featurette for the gents, my other head (the better head), my confident, my cruel proxy-to-reality roommate, Bocha is her name, and shall be too, henceforward known as 'B'.

These are wicked times, oh sweet wicked times that go by fast in these wicked parts of planet Earth; China has been a home to me for many years, I have had a good life here, and it is now, when finally everything seems to be fitting in, that I headbutt.

Headbutt.

But first, a small summary of what it is to be me, I mean, I.

'STUDENT-MODE'

Monday to Friday:
-Advanced Chinese, Economic Law, Finance
-Giant coffee break.
-News Listening, Writing, Chinese Modern Literature, Chinese-English Translation.
-Lunch across the street in Sambambim restaurant, spaghetti bolognese 12RMB, fresh orange juice 15RMB.
-Gym, pretending to excercise for two hours.

'INTERN-MODE'

Soma Records, 3pm to 9pm, recording studio internship.
-Still pending... (just starting)

'WORK-MODE'

-English school for Chinese kids.
-Talk for 3 hours, get lots of money.

'LOUSY-HOUSEWIFE-MODE'

-Complain about the dishes, but never wash them.
-Complain about the dirty laundry, but never wash it.
-Feed Milk.
-Daily discussion about what are proteins.
-Daily discussion about why Sylvester > Arnold.
-Couch with Milk, videogames, movies, plants vs zombies.

'GOD-MODE'
-Holidays in Mexico, France, Hong Kong
-Salman Rushdie
-Metal summer festivals
-Cocktails for ze lady in me.
-Beer for ze sailor in me.
-Charcoals, pastels and crayons.
-The unstoppable soundtrack in my head.

Like I said, it is good to be I.

Or so I thought? Here comes the butt on the head.
I am growing up.
Not just expanding, which has to stop, but actually, unstoppably, inevitably, growing up. Hence all the words, all the get-to-the-point-already ramblings, the shut-the-fuck-up. (Do you think creation happens in a second? Well, neither does revelation.) What can be worse than becoming an adult?

Feeling an adult. And not in the lecherous tactile way.

I have come back to my blogger habit for help. By writing it all down I humbly expect to realize that I have got all I wanted to have at this point in my life, and I not so humbly expect to raise jealousy in a lot of people to feel better about myself. There, I said it.

So here it begins, a sort of detailed, public foggy misconception of my reality, a journal. What Shanghai does to a life, and what my life will do to Shanghai. A 23 year old Mexican girl who ran to these wicked parts of planet Earth looking for adventures, and her findings.

All peppered with respect, hateful respect.


02:12