Clash of the Titans…

I got yelled at by my apartment’s junior manager for feeding a stray cat. He’s not really a manager–more like a live-in janitor. And it wasn’t really a yelling either–it was more like a verbal beating in Mandarin.

It started when he rang my doorbell like a desperate lunatic. I didn’t even get my “Hello sir,” greeting out before he started yelling: “You can’t feed the cat out here! It will know you have food waiting, and it will always come back! Feed it in your house! I don’t ever, ever want to see you feeding it again!”

It came out as a barrage, and I wasn’t prepared for it at all. I couldn’t even apologize, or pardon the inconvenience of my actions–as is customary for respectful Chinese people. I just stood there, dumbfounded as this man practically made a scene in front of my apartment.

When he was done, and I bowed, he said: “You had better remember my words…”

After he left, I wondered if I should have told him to shut the hell up. Or at the very least told him not to speak to me like that. The way he scolded me was like he was talking to a child–and granted, I am the youngest person living here, but I pay my own rent and my own bills. And if I make a mistake, then fine, tell me about it–but do not speak to me like I am your subordinate.

As I replayed witty comments I should have made at him, I realized something….

Perhaps my wanting to stand up for myself was a shadow of my American upbringing trying to expose itself…perhaps if I had spoken my mind to this janitor, I would have been completely disrespecting him as my elder in terms of Chinese tradition.

When, then, is it appropriate for me to have spoken my mind? Or should I have not even bothered to at all?

If you’re Asian, then everything is somehow linked to your elders…Always be courteous or else your parents will look bad…Don’t slouch or else your elders will look bad…Don’t burn down the temple or else your ancestors will look bad…etc. There really is no such thing as taking responsibility for your own mistakes because your ancestors will be there regardless of whether or not it affects them.

So, if I were to complain to about being treated so poorly, would my grandfather be upset? Would my parents be defiled? Would I even get the respect I deserve, or would I just become another target for age discrimination?

These Nyquil-induced writings are not helping me…

Sweet! I just found out I was nominated for another Xanga award! My category? Of course it had to be…

 Most likely to appear on Saturday Night Live or Funniest Xangan

Oooh!!! No voting allowed! I think the nominees just get cast off ala Reality TV style until one is left standing…hmm, I wonder if I can get into cahoots with one of the other nominees so that we may form an alliance and snuff out other nominees’ torches.

Now, I may be jumping to conclusions here, but I would like to give a thank you speech to all those who made my site possible:

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  Ugly Asian hoes


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  Asian gangstas


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  Impacted wisdom teeth


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  Bad screennames


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  Crappy Xanga entries


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  Grammatical errors (with special recognition to “their” and “they’re”)


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  Fake import models (the fat kind)


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  Sluts


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  People who hog washers/driers


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  Repetitive picture posting


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  Mango thieves


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  Famous Americans who hate America


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  People who hate my Xanga


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  Lame ass Blogrings

And anyone else I forgot to mention, my thanks and impenetrable loathing go out to you too!

Oh and of course: ME! For my impeccable brilliance and awesomely bad supriority complex! As well as my off and on anxiety attacks, eating disorders, and bipolar tendencies. I am just too great!

I hope I win!

A few golden apple moments in the news…

46 year-old man jumps into a lion’s den at the Taipei Zoo. He tries to convert the lions to Christianity, only to find himself bitten on the leg in defiance. *The lion looks so mad*

[The] candidate who receives the most votes nationwide does not necessarily become president. There is no national election for president, only separate state elections. For a candidate to become president, he or she must win enough state elections to garner a majority of electoral votes. presidential campaigns, therefore, focus on winning states, not on winning a national majority.

It also means that — at least in theory — electors can thwart the popular will and vote for a candidate not supported by the voters of their state.

By choice, I am relinquishing my opportunity to vote in this year’s election. Now, before you start to comment, let me made lay down a few ground rules:

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   People who complain about how I didn’t use my “voice” can go to hell.


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   People who claim that my vote makes a difference can go to hell too.


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   People who try to make points about Bush or Kerry can shove those points up their ass.


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   People who tell me who they voted for will be banned.


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   Anyone who goes and calls me unpatriotic and unsupportive of our troops—well, I have never cared about your opinions, and I’m not going to bother refuting such assumptions.

So why the no vote? To put it quite simply, I am beyond undecided. My parents, being small business owners, will suffer if Kerry wins. There is also suspicion that he will reinstate the draft if possible. On the other hand, Bush has put us in a war that we should no longer be involved with, and has made it clear that his certain decisions are based on religious beliefs. I do not agree with any of these issues, but they are my main concerns…and both are weighted equally.

Thus I will not vote, and will just let the electoral college do what it has always done—choose our president for us. What is voting really worth then? Practically nothing on a national level…but on a state level, that’s another story. I guess it’s up to you if you feel the need to stand in line for hours just to punch holes in a piece of paper.

Who knows? Tonight we may have an incumbent president, or a new one. Either way, neither of them will truly benefit me.