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Name: beverly
Country: Canada
State: Ontario
Metro: Toronto
Birthday: 11/21/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: skateboarding, mainstream rock ( if you are a nut that hates on mainstream rock just because u hate people that are sucessful, u're just an idiot, and stop being jealous just because someone got lucky.), 50's jazz, mainstream RNB, Thai Kickboxing, guitar, Mazda Rings, Emo
Expertise: Jack of ALL TRADES, master of none. i'm serious... Runway-walking. ;)
i currently work two part time jobs.
#1 Bookkeeping/Sales Rep in Retail
#2 Support Staff in Real Estate
Occupation: Customer service/support
Industry: Real Estate
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/8/2004
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| Well, not exactly MY motherland...technically Malaysia is. But pretty
close.
I'm living in Hong Kong Chai...or what translates as Aberdeen, Hong Kong.
Ask me how?...well, I have no clue at all. This is Hong Kong 2006 Discovery
Year. And there is certainly much to discover...
My dad's flat is pretty nice. Very modern Chinese-style, with a touch of
Western influence. One thing you'll notice about Hong Kong is the amazing
landscape. It's very mountainous, the buildings situated around the mountains
are proof of Hong Kong's architectural brilliance. The Skyscrapers really
scrape the sky...yeah that was stupid.
Today, I realized how different Chinese markets are...and quite
nauseating. Of course, I haven't experienced a Chinese market since I was 14.
You think Toronto China town is bad? Well, whatever you find nauseating about
Chinatown, it's 10Xs worse in Hong Kong. Of course, from a Western
perspective. I'm going to shy away from the specifics, but lets just say the
meat is unbelievably FRESH.
Today, I decided to browse the apparel retail area of Causeway Bay. The
salesperson pressure in the Hong Kong boutiques is unbelievable. The REALLY
want your business. And you know, no matter where I go, people still recognize
me as foreign. In the motherland, and still foreign... GEEEEEZ. Not to
mention, my Cantonese is quite shitty...compared to these people. Imagine
that... Now, the only challenge here is: how to go shopping and not come back
to toronto looking like a complete Fob.
Anyways, that's it for now, I'll be sure to update soon.
Joi-Geen, Zai Jian, Laters | | |
| - Watch the Sky (UK Edition) "Whoever said an Asian girl couldn't look good with blonde hair and blue eyes?"
"Bev, you have more video games than a teenage Asian kid"
"You idiot, I AM a teenage asian kid"
"Oh. Yeah...forgot""
Somedays all I do is watch the sky... | | |
| I have had quite an eventful week this week...
There's something about loving your girls soooo much which completely molds you into a man-hating bitter spintzter type. You know, it's agonizing to witness the agony of someone you love. *sigh* And come to the conclusion that no matter what you do, you'll always experience this inability to stop the hurt.
Last weekend, despite telling myself to study for my two tests on Wednesday, I did the triple-club hop. The wax of my enthusiasm melts away only to leave the unlit charcoal wick of this once firey passion... How overly dramatic. But essentially, I'm burning out. Nonetheless, Thursday evening with my Murr, Sisi, Pegz & Jess is going down in the books as probably one of the best clubbing experiences yet.
We think we're rational individuals...does anyone really want to admit to being irrational? Is it because the romance of our phantasmigorical worlds is seemingly too joyful to completely drop despite we knowing how unlikely it is for all peices of the puzzle to be present? There's always bound to be a puzzle peice missing right? So why do we think with our hearts so much and not our past experiences, eyes, and mind... or wait, can we really think with our pas experiences and eyes? | | |
| - New American Classic
It Was All Staged
I suppose everyone's fronting a little right?
Shakespeare once wrote “All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages”
No matter how annoying it truly is or becomes, one will always remain 'fake'...Just how long is this part being played? When does one need to exit the stage? When does one return? And further more, when one exits the stage, what determines whether he or she will return?
How long is too long? How long can one front for? What if one comes to a point where he or she cannot distinguish the 'frontin' from his or her own true character? Maybe personality and character is figment of our imaginary worlds. A person in this lifetime encounters so many different people, and one is bound to treat each one differently...
***sorry, very poorly written, didn't really think too much about this one...just random rambling*** | | |
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