September 15, 2001

  • Life Goes On


    So I finally found a place to wash my stuff.  There is a small laundromat downstairs and across the street.  But gaddamn is it expensive.  It cost me a bit over 20 yuan to wash my clothes (they counted it by item).  20 yuan is about $4Cdn.  It might not seem much, but considering that 20 yuan can buy me 4 meals, that is a lot of friggin money to spend on laundry.  I even had to talk the guy down, it was going to cost me at least 30 yuan, but I was like, come on dude, you don't have to iron my stuff.  Cheaper!  (Who needs their underwear ironed?)  So they washed 3 pairs of pants, 9 pairs of underwear, 9 pairs of socks, 10 t-shirts and 2 towels for a bit over 20 yuan.  Out with the tighty whities.


    I had a shitty time at a club last night, it is called Pegasus and is another commercial club like Rojam but smaller.  It sucked because it cost 60 yuan to get in (let's divide by 5 again) and all they played the entire night was dance music.  I'm an R&B Hip Hop kinda guy when it comes to clubs, dance music I can bear for about 30 minutes, but after that, please shoot me.  I was there for 3 hours last night.  I hate Pegasus!


    After that, I went Karaoke for the first time with my friends here (they call it KTV - sigh, Loveboat memories).  The place we went to was unlike any Karaoke place I've ever been to.  It was in this posh hotel, beautifully decorated, mirrors everywhere, leather seats, huge screen TV and computerized selection system.  I can only sing English songs so I sang As Long As You Love Me, Say Nothing At All, More than Words and A Whole New World.  It's not the same here though but I have to stop comparing my friends here with my super awesome friends in Toronto.


    We sang til 7 in the morning, another all nighter.  I drank quite a bit last night, for 12 of us, the tab came to 722 yuan, not too bad I suppose considering the time we spent there and the amount that we drank.  There were a couple of Cantonese people there (Carnic, Caroline and Linnete) so I was able to play drinking games.  I won most of the time!  =P   Ming, you would kick ass here.


    I regret drinking so much last night this morning though.  I had to take a wicked beer shit, most of you know how THAT is.  I'm actually starting to enjoy my visits to the crapper now though.  It's a bit peaceful, and I'm getting used to it I suppose.  But definitely, my skin touches nothing.  I'm not sure if I'm squatting the right way though, but I don't care.  The stall is about 3.5 feet wide and 4 feet deep.  The wall on the sides go up about 5 feet so when people walk in, and I'm standing and wiping my ass, I try not to make any eye contact because it just feels wierd, and like anyone at work, I have my favourite stall.  Kirby, I know exactly how you feel, except here, I know exactly where the people live.  Being here has reinforced my notion that beer shits are never fun.


    Since it is 4:30 am, Simon is tired.