Full-time bore
Have not posted anything for a while and this is down to the fact that I've been putting in 12-hour marathons in front of the computer churning out proposals for events with sweatshop efficiency followed by slugging it out in the gym and then collapsing in a heap. And I phoned my parents for the first time in 2 months on Monday which, although terribly exciting for me, is hardly headlining news.
Instead, I have been finding the lives of others infinintely more interesting than mine. One in particular would be that of Dawn Yang's. I stumbled onto the furore surrounding the California-based Singaporean thanks to a posting on Peking Duck about how this alleged cosmetically enhanced beauty has kicked up a bit of a storm in a teh tarik cup. Thank goodness for the rest of us that it's not all down to looks and some modicum of interestingness goes a long way to adding to someone's appeal. Seeing that I have neither of the above I am even more grateful that I am no longer in the dating scene. I can see that my pick-up line would go a little something like this:
"Hi, I'm Jo. I am an over-worked, underpaid event planner working for a local company. I suffer from occasional but nonetheless violent bouts of Beijing Rage especially when taking the subway and hope that the dickhead that cut in front of me in the queue dies of toxic anal leakage. That is my only defining characteristic. Oh, and devising ever more creative and horrific curses to put one the next nongming that presses up against me in the crush of commuters at Xizhimen to hurry up when I'm trying my utmost not to fall down the steps and create a stampede that'll make Mecca look like a bouncy castle."
In other developments ... central heating was turned on at full blast as of yesterday. The office has turned into the Gobi Desert what with the hot and arid air. Everyone feels feverish, have sore throats, eyes and the general feeling of irritation. We can't strip off the layers fast enough after coming in from the cold so we throw open the office door to regulate the office temperature by letting out the excess heat. All this, while somewhere in China another shift of miners are working overtime to produce more coal to fuel the furnances and some of whom will inevitably be trapped and killed in a mining accident in the coming weeks or months.
It has really been a few dreadfully unremarkable days, and it is as depressing as I make it out to be. Will see if I can get myself into any mischief as the week draws to an end but don't see much coming up. Next weekend should be a great improvement with Layo and Bushwacka at Babyface on Friday night, banjo extraordinaire Bela Flack playing at Tsinghua University and Armin van Buren at Banana on Saturday. I am also counting on my boss to finally decide to leave me alone all of next week so I will have the energy to live for the weekend. Here's to hoping!
Instead, I have been finding the lives of others infinintely more interesting than mine. One in particular would be that of Dawn Yang's. I stumbled onto the furore surrounding the California-based Singaporean thanks to a posting on Peking Duck about how this alleged cosmetically enhanced beauty has kicked up a bit of a storm in a teh tarik cup. Thank goodness for the rest of us that it's not all down to looks and some modicum of interestingness goes a long way to adding to someone's appeal. Seeing that I have neither of the above I am even more grateful that I am no longer in the dating scene. I can see that my pick-up line would go a little something like this:
"Hi, I'm Jo. I am an over-worked, underpaid event planner working for a local company. I suffer from occasional but nonetheless violent bouts of Beijing Rage especially when taking the subway and hope that the dickhead that cut in front of me in the queue dies of toxic anal leakage. That is my only defining characteristic. Oh, and devising ever more creative and horrific curses to put one the next nongming that presses up against me in the crush of commuters at Xizhimen to hurry up when I'm trying my utmost not to fall down the steps and create a stampede that'll make Mecca look like a bouncy castle."
In other developments ... central heating was turned on at full blast as of yesterday. The office has turned into the Gobi Desert what with the hot and arid air. Everyone feels feverish, have sore throats, eyes and the general feeling of irritation. We can't strip off the layers fast enough after coming in from the cold so we throw open the office door to regulate the office temperature by letting out the excess heat. All this, while somewhere in China another shift of miners are working overtime to produce more coal to fuel the furnances and some of whom will inevitably be trapped and killed in a mining accident in the coming weeks or months.
It has really been a few dreadfully unremarkable days, and it is as depressing as I make it out to be. Will see if I can get myself into any mischief as the week draws to an end but don't see much coming up. Next weekend should be a great improvement with Layo and Bushwacka at Babyface on Friday night, banjo extraordinaire Bela Flack playing at Tsinghua University and Armin van Buren at Banana on Saturday. I am also counting on my boss to finally decide to leave me alone all of next week so I will have the energy to live for the weekend. Here's to hoping!
posted by Jo at 11:30 PM
1 Comments:
Well dang, I guess you should be happy that you have heat?
I don't know if I could handle another winter in Chengdu where the concrete dungeons are nothing more than ice coolers from Nov - April. That really sucked, especially when we only had hot water 2 days a week and of course I was always at work during those hours. I'm sure you probably heard me screaming all the way in Beijing on shower days.
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