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Brag+Bad day...
Monday. 9.4.06 4:34 pm
First, I'm very exasperated, annoyed, and I just finished crying buckets. But I need to get something out of the way before telling you why.

I have another update on my-life-before-NuTang for you:
I had mentioned in an earlier entry that I'm a dancer. Though not your ususal hip hop dance-to-whatever-music-is-on kinda thing. More like...

Chinese Folk Dance! Yay! Hooray! That doesn't mean just ribbons and fans and handkerchiefs. There's all different kinds of Chinese dance: Xin Jiang, Tibetan, Korean, Mongolian, etc. You all took history, right? So you know that China had been occupied by different countries before and had occupied lands that are now parts of other countries. That is your answer to "What? Korean isn't Chinese dance and neither is so-and-so!"

*Brag Alert!* I've been dancing for 12 years! I used to take acrobatics so i could do flips, etc...though I can barely do a cartwheel now ^-^;; So I'm pretty flexible, ie: I can do splits. XD

Now I'm taking Peking Opera classes, too. I can manipulate a staff and that staff-like-thing with a blade at the end. It's mostly for show because, well, it's for opera. But! I can still kick some a** with it. XP

Oh, and my teachers aren't any run-of-the-mill idiots. They're accomplished dancers and artists: professionals from Beijing, Shanghai, etc...

Alright, I'm done with the bragging. XP

Exasperation+Annoyance=Tears. Not fun. Storytime!

Well, I was walking in the street one day with my mother. We were on our way to Home Depot because we're painting the apartment. A nice conversation along the way that ended in:

Mother: See, you won't go to Heaven!

Me:*glares at her from behind and says flippantly* Well, it doesn't matter. I'm not going to heaven because I don't believe anyway. There may or may not be a heaven or hell.

Me: You know, me and Annie had a philosophical discussion about this. Philosophy--philosophical. *explaining for her benefit* We've decided that we're not going to heaven. We're going to hell. It'll be fun!

Mother: See, those aren't good people! I'm a good person so I have lots of friends. You don't have any.

Me: Yes, I do!
--in front of Rockerfeller Center--
Mother: Oh, look! Ice-skating.

Me: In the winter only. Annie went ice-skating yesterday.

Mother: See, your friends don't call you out. They went without you.

Me: She called me weeks ago. You said no so I couldn't go.

Me: And she called me yesterday to see if I was going. And you said no.
--later--
Me: Cecilia said she was going to get her hair done today for tomorrow (first day of school), *next part said fast because she's opened her mouth to speak* but she probably can't go because she has a lot of rashes.

Mother: See, those aren't smart people. *referring to the 'get hair done' part*

Me: She's in the honor society! Don't assume they're not smart because she wants to get her hair cut!
--in Home Depot--looking at window curtain things--
Mother: Give me the measurements. Do they fit?

Me: *take out the measurements*

Mother: See if they fit.

Me: *measures* The big one is a bit short for the middle window *measures some more* The small one's bigger than the small windows

Mother:*silent for a minute, grabs them, and starts to measure them herself*

Me: *inward sigh* I measured them already!

Mother: *silent treatment*

Me: *inward 'geez'*

Mother: *contemplating how to go about this*...oh, we could just get small ones!

Me: Um, we can get one big one and two small ones. *The small ones would have extra we could use to patch whatever's left sticking out of the big one*

Mother: No! We'll get all small ones! Then, they'll fit!

Me: Okay. Since the big one is equal to two small ones, we'll get 4 small. How about that?

Mother: *after five minutes and me repeating what we had already said* No! We'll get one big one and two small ones! *like it was her idea all along*

Me: That's what I said in the beginning!

Mother: *ignoring me*

The rest of the day I chanted silently in my head: "Someone help me...someone save me...someone save me from this woman...someone save me from my mother..."

Oh. My. God. (no offense to Christians) She said those things so matter-of-fact. Everything. Like they were obvious and true. God! (sorry again)

And she's not some old fashioned person from China. (no offense here, too) She's been here for over 20 years, she speaks nearly perfect english, she has connections everywhere. She's not stupid, but this is her opinion of me.

Argh! Depression came over me and the waterworks started. Not in public, of course, but it happened. Now I'm better. NuTang makes me happy.

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