Sleep Deprivation

Wednesday, March 24, 2004
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Maroon 5 - She will be loved
Ingrid - Promise (Crazy French Dance/Techno Group)

The Ingrid song has the craziest beat ever, french people on acid, what can I say? D/L it and since its made by French people, infringing on copyright laws are allowed. 100 hits in 2 days, decent, but not up to my maniac standards. Now in order to boost hits and just variety of visitors, I guess I'll post something about my trip to China cause there's hella to talk about China. This better work.

OK this one time in Shanghai, the mother of all kick-ass cities, me and my cousin (who has since moved to Tokyo) went one night into the countryside to visit his friend. Random-ass decision. So his friend worked as a doctor's assistant in one of the nearby hospitals and so we had some time to waste before he got off his shift. So my cousin and I sunk into the nearby high school to play some b-ball. Damn Chinese kids can shoot, but they don't really move. They just stand there waiting for the defender to die or something, quite pathetic yet intriguing. My cousin is 6'2'' so he's a pretty damn good b-ball player cause being tall obviously comes attached with Jordan genes. So we're done with b-ball and its approaching night-time. We start heading toward the hospital when my cousin realizes he had no money. Well, fuck. So we had a choice, a huge life altering decision of sorts; to buy a soda, or take the bus for approx 5-6 miles or so. Being the immediate concerns first kinda bastard I am, I suggested the soda and so it was. We drank the 2 yuen soda in approx 5 seconds. We were satisfied, oh yeah, but then we looked at the road and there went that vestige. Damn I had 2 american dollars in my wallet but in the land of the yellow stars and red flag, this non-commy capitalist money was no good. So we trekked that 5 miles in the Shanghai heat. Now, Chinese heat isn't the same as an average CV summer. Imagine 20 million people stuck in a city breathing and sweating then accompany it with about half that many cars and a blanket of pollution that acts like a huge heat insolator. Great, so it felt like the Sun was being shoved down my throat. The humidity made the air feel like sheets of suspended water droplets soaking up in your skin and clothes and hair and every fricken immolated pore of your shriveling body. Oh yeah.

So we're at the hospital and we had to sneak past the goddam guards. Man so much trespassing. So we find his friend who is, get this, smoking in the patient ward. Well, he explains after my American *truth* commerical mindset clicks into place in horror, the Shanghai air is so contaminated with nicotine pollutants that by smoking it the ward, he is keeping up the immunity to these substances of his patients. Now, this guy was cool, not cause he smoked but cause he wore a black jacket with black shades and spiked hair. So obviously, I believed his rebuttal of my accusation of him killing his patients with his smoke. We were joined by another one of my cousin's friends, who was a woker at a local fast-food restaurant that sold whole chickens to dip in soy sauce. He ran in with his apron with the red chicken logo and we laughed at him. So he swore and at us and then he started smoking too. I bet half the patients have suffocated by that time. Seeing that neither me nor my cousin had any money left, my cousin had to place a bet with the spikey haired guy to win some bus money. The bet turned out to be arm wrestling. My cousin was tall, but not necessarily strong, so i think the mafia-looking guy let him win. That friendly bastard. So we catch the bus for the long ride into the countryside.

It was getting late, around 10 or 11 pm by the time we reached the goddam humid ass countryside. It seemed that the sun slept in the fields here. We walked by some open-air markets and we wanted a watermellon cause by that time, I was dehydrating and slowly dying. So cause we were cheap bastards, we start haggling the vendor about his 5 yuen watermellon. My cousin kept shouting 2 yuen and showed his haggling skill by pretending to walk away from the deal then the vendor calls us back and reluctantly agrees, but to the lowest price of 2.50 yuen. The mafia kid got pissed as hell and threw down 2, 1 yuen coins and took the watermellon. The vendor yelled at us but due to old age and laziness, just let us go. Haha, poor vendor, one day I'm gonna send him a quarter or two, I really will. We eat at the mafia guy's house and we start playing poker, yes poker, not deuces, the pansey game. The mafia guy's parents were home and the both smoked, the house looked like it was on fire with no fire. DAMN. They were nice folks though cause they fed me and asked me about America, the land of money and gay people. After the rounds of poker, it was 2 am or so. We head out to the late night internet Bar, which is basically a place to play computer games, cause Chinese folks don't have nice computers at home, atleast not in the countryside. We find this broken down building with a spiral staircase and played some shooting games.

In the proccess of playing games, I managed to piss the mafia guy off by killing him a lot. He then threatened my life but my cousin said if he touched me my cousin would beat the living shit outa him or something close to that. It would enough to calm the kid down. At 3 or 4 am, we stopped and left the place. The owners of the Bar closed right after we left so when we exited the door, the building was all dark. Then these chubby, smoking bicycle police rode up to us, three of em with their green uniforms and batons. Started asking us random questions of what the hell we were doing and such. Now, we have 3, 25 year old boys, one which looks like he commited genocide before against 3 old cubby cops with sticks. The crops pedaled off at a ferocious speed, simply cause they were frustrated with not being able to enforce jack shit. At 7am, my cousin and I returned to Shanghai city and hit the sack. The next day, I left Shanghai and I never saw my cousin for another 5 years. He's still one of my favorite people, just cause he's so damn randomly cool.

If you read all that, tell other people to read it to increase site traffic. Oh yeah, good job too, musta took some energy to read my ramblings.

Me out.

Stephen at 9:05 PM


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Random-ass decision. So his friend worked as a doctor's assistant in one of the nearby hospitals and so we had some time to waste before he got off his shift. So my cousin and I sunk into the nearby high school to play some b-ball. Damn Chinese kids can shoot, but they don't really move. They just stand there waiting for the defender to die or something, quite pathetic yet intriguing. My cousin is 6'2'' so he's a pretty damn good b-ball player cause being tall obviously comes attached with Jordan genes. So we're done with b-ball and its approaching night-time. We start heading toward the hospital when my cousin realizes he had no money. Well, fuck. So we had a choice, a huge life altering decision of sorts; to buy a soda, or take the bus for approx 5-6 miles or so. Being the immediate concerns first kinda bastard I am, I suggested the soda and so it was. We drank the 2 yuen soda in approx 5 seconds. We were satisfied, oh yeah, but then we looked at the road and there went that vestige. Damn I had 2 american dollars in my wallet but in the land of the yellow stars and red flag, this non-commy capitalist money was no good. So we trekked that 5 miles in the Shanghai heat. Now, Chinese heat isn't the same as an average CV summer. Imagine 20 million people stuck in a city breathing and sweating then accompany it with about half that many cars and a blanket of pollution that acts like a huge heat insolator. Great, so it felt like the Sun was being shoved down my throat. The humidity made the air feel like sheets of suspended water droplets soaking up in your skin and clothes and hair and every fricken immolated pore of your shriveling body. Oh yeah. So we're at the hospital and we had to sneak past the goddam guards. Man so much trespassing. So we find his friend who is, get this, smoking in the patient ward. Well, he explains after my American truth commerical mindset clicks into place in horror, the Shanghai air is so contaminated with nicotine pollutants that by smoking it the ward, he is keeping up the immunity to these substances of his patients. Now, this guy was cool, not cause he smoked but cause he wore a black jacket with black shades and spiked hair. So obviously, I believed his rebuttal of my accusation of him killing his patients with his smoke. We were joined by another one of my cousin's friends, who was a woker at a local fast-food restaurant that sold whole chickens to dip in soy sauce. He ran in with his apron with the red chicken logo and we laughed at him. So he swore and at us and then he started smoking too. I bet half the patients have suffocated by that time. Seeing that neither me nor my cousin had any money left, my cousin had to place a bet with the spikey haired guy to win some bus money. The bet turned out to be arm wrestling. My cousin was tall, but not necessarily strong, so i think the mafia-looking guy let him win. That friendly bastard. So we catch the bus for the long ride into the countryside. It was getting late, around 10 or 11 pm by the time we reached the goddam humid ass countryside. It seemed that the sun slept in the fields here. We walked by some open-air markets and we wanted a watermellon cause by that time, I was dehydrating and slowly dying. So cause we were cheap bastards, we start haggling the vendor about his 5 yuen watermellon. My cousin kept shouting 2 yuen and showed his haggling skill by pretending to walk away from the deal then the vendor calls us back and reluctantly agrees, but to the lowest price of 2.50 yuen. The mafia kid got pissed as hell and threw down 2, 1 yuen coins and took the watermellon. The vendor yelled at us but due to old age and laziness, just let us go. Haha, poor vendor, one day I'm gonna send him a quarter or two, I really will. We eat at the mafia guy's house and we start playing poker, yes poker, not deuces, the pansey game. The mafia guy's parents were home and the both smoked, the house looked like it was on fire with no fire. DAMN. They were nice folks though cause they fed me and asked me about America, the land of money and gay people. After the rounds of poker, it was 2 am or so. We head out to the late night internet Bar, which is basically a place to play computer games, cause Chinese folks don't have nice computers at home, atleast not in the countryside. We find this broken down building with a spiral staircase and played some shooting games. In the proccess of playing games, I managed to piss the mafia guy off by killing him a lot. He then threatened my life but my cousin said if he touched me my cousin would beat the living shit outa him or something close to that. It would enough to calm the kid down. At 3 or 4 am, we stopped and left the place. The owners of the Bar closed right after we left so when we exited the door, the building was all dark. Then these chubby, smoking bicycle police rode up to us, three of em with their green uniforms and batons. Started asking us random questions of what the hell we were doing and such. Now, we have 3, 25 year old boys, one which looks like he commited genocide before against 3 old cubby cops with sticks. The crops pedaled off at a ferocious speed, simply cause they were frustrated with not being able to enforce jack shit. At 7am, my cousin and I returned to Shanghai city and hit the sack. The next day, I left Shanghai and I never saw my cousin for another 5 years. He's still one of my favorite people, just cause he's so damn randomly cool. If you read all that, tell other people to read it to increase site traffic. Oh yeah, good job too, musta took some energy to read my ramblings. Me out. Stephen at 9:05 PM