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It’s pretty crazy how much Hong Kong culture differs from Los Angeles. Over there, you really ain’t shit if you’re a poor person. Everything in Hong Kong revolves around 3 things: financial status, food, and fashion. All the people worth meeting mostly resided in Hong Kong Island (the rich side of Hong Kong). My dad and cousin visited us from Hong Kong, but their values and principles are so different from ours. My dad is borderline racist. I don’t blame him, his culture perpetuates it and shaped who he is today. I swear, people from China are so closed to other races. It even shows in the language, everyone else is referred to as some type of gwai (demon). My dad said something really racist one night while we were all drinking. He said the worst president has to be Lincoln because he’s the one that freed the slaves. It was so absurd to me I couldn’t even believe he said that. I don’t respect anyone with foul opinions regardless if they were my parents or elders so I cussed him out and scolded him for saying that. We argued about the validity of that comment and in the end after seeing my disappointment in him, he retracted what he said. I understand, he comes from a closed minded culture that is incredibly xenophobic and they really get off on thinking less of others to make themselves feel better. There aren’t that many black people in Hong Kong and the ones that are there often are shady delinquents. I can see where they’re coming from, but I definitely had to make sure my dad didn’t feel that way. My whole goal for the duration of their visit is to essentially give them a look at our culture here and open their eyes to other cultures and food.
My dad is the type of dude who is extremely traditional and only eats 3 types of food: Chinese, Korean, and Vietnamese (but only noodle soups). It became really apparent that his diet was fucking with everyone’s schedule because we ate our own stuff and had to go to a separate restaurant for a meal he wanted so upon realizing that, he opened up to everything. EVEN Japanese food. He said “I HATE GODDAMN JAPANESE, EXCEPT FOR THE GIRLS” at one point during his first day here. I don’t blame him since historically, the Japanese were definitely assholes to Hong Kong and China. But he’s even enjoying Japanese food now. He’s extremely interested in politics, history, and world travel. I see many similarities between me and him, but also many differences. I just want him to try everything and learn to like what other cultures have to offer. When I told him I’m taking my cousin to In-N-Out and that it was a burger and fries place, he shunned it like it was McDonald’s. After realizing he was a pain in the ass, he said he was down and ended up loving it and that started all this open mindedness. Thanks In-N-Out, you’ve done it again!
Another issue is drugs. California is so marijuana friendly and Hong Kong isn’t. When marijuana came up, I asked him what he knows of it. He knows that he hates it, but that’s about it. He added that it fucks up your brain and smells bad. Whatever.
I basically talked over him and gave him the basic pros and cons of weed and that his government lied to him (well they lie to us here too) his whole life. He’s slowly opening up to the idea of me doing it (though I haven’t actually admitted it), but it would take time for him to accept. If you believed something was terrible for you for 55 years of your life, you’d probably not accept it right away either. There’s just too much cognitive dissonance there, but I’m confident he’ll come around. Leonard (my cousin) is sort of the mediator between our different mindsets. He grew up in Australia so he’s not so closed off from the ideals we have here. But he’s also very Hong Kong so here and there the differences leak, like his use of the word faggot. He’s cool though and it’s not like he hates homosexuals. It’s just an insensitive word that he hasn’t been taught to stop using.
I’ve been hardly getting any sleep the whole week because of them being here since I have to make sure they’re fed and take them out every single meal and take them to go do their shopping and running errands. I’ve been extremely restless as a result maybe getting 12 hours of sleep in the past week on top of going to class early in the morning and not being able to get any homework done along the way. As hard as it is for me to host them, I’m glad they’re here. They’re not going to be here that long and I should remember that I might not see them for a long time after. My dad agreed to even give me all the money I need to go to Hong Kong and Japan (or Korea) again, but I really don’t know if I should anymore. I’d rather have that money to save up for moving out and buying furniture and paying rent, but we’ll see what happens.
So this past weekend was my birthday. My plans were as follows:
I was pretty nervous for Friday since I’m not usually the type of person to curate a dinner party thing. So many things could have gone wrong such as my friends not getting along with each other, the restaurant doesn’t take reservations so I was worried we wouldn’t be seated for at least an hour, and a multitude of other little things could have gone sour. Luckily, everything went really well and I think everyone actually had a good time. People liked the food, people liked the wine, people liked each other, and that’s all that matters. One friend sort of spoiled my night though. Leo, a long time friend of mine, basically called me out on my lifestyle saying I have too much fun and that I should work. He’s extremely jealous of me, which is really petty. He makes around the same amount of money that I get handed to me on a monthly basis. He basically got drunk and poured out his thoughts with no inhibitions. When he’s sober, he has the ability to keep it to himself or sugarcoat it, but nope. He was extremely incriminating and went HAM on me. I didn’t realize it til about 5 minutes into him chewing me out because I was super crossed from the weed and wine, but he basically asked me what I paid for every month like what bills I have, how much I get, what I did to deserve all that money, etc. HOW FUCKING INAPPROPRIATE DUDE. I know you work hard with little recognition and still get roughly the same amount of money as me, but that doesn’t give you a ticket to lash out on one of your closest friends and pretty much wish I was as miserable as you. He’s also in a relationship where they seemingly fight every other night, but they’re so tied together that they have to go out with each other every night as awkward as it is for everyone else. I know he’s at a hard time in his life so I’ll let him vent a bit, but what made me really angry was that he would chew me out in front of my friends. I don’t value anyone’s opinions so much that I would be really hurt by it. What really bothered me from this is that he possibly made all my friends uncomfortable watching him go on his rant. These are people he never met and should be trying to make a good impression, but he embarrasses himself instead all while trying to shit on me. I never hated him in our 6 years of friendship, but I’m not going to go outta my way to talk to him anymore. If I wasn’t so crossed, I could have shat on him back so fucking hard. When he was my age, he was a total piece of shit and I could go on about that, but I’m not that guy. I know he’s having a hard time, and if hating on me helps him ease up a bit and relieves some stress, then go for it. Just don’t ruin everyone else’s night in the process.
Saturday was really hectic for me. I was so tired during the day making sure everything was going right and also trying to catch up on rest, but it was impossible with all that heat in my room. The motel we ended up getting was extremely shitty according to a Yelp review with mentions of crack whores, 3 inches of dust on the bed canopies, and seemingly everything else was sketch. Towels were stained, etc. Oh God. We were set up for disaster. When Giraffage and Porter Robinson finally started, all was right again. Giraffage was cool, and then I found out that Valerie lost the pills when we were about to take them. Oh shit, the look on her face. She was so fucking sorry etc etc and I tried to make sure everything was cool and that we weren’t upset. She had a joint too, so all was not lost. She felt so bad and I just wanted to let her know it was cool and it wasn’t a big deal (which it wasn’t). Porter Robinson ended up being fucking amazing. There were maybe about 3 songs that I nearly teared up to: Sad Machine, Fresh Static Snow, and Goodbye to a World. So fucking beautiful, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Christine almost the whole time and how she wasn’t there yet again. All these amazing shows that we would’ve enjoyed together, such as FYF and Slowdive, she’s gone for and now this. Next up is Tame Impala and American Football. It’s shitty that she’s not here, and it also feels like some sick cruel joke that the universe is playing on us. These shows are the most bittersweet thing ever. When Porter came on (right at midnight to start my birthday), Christine sent me the most endearing text ever. Michael saw it while I was looking at it and gave me a fat ass hug. At least my favorite Filipino teddy bear (Michael), Andy, and Valerie were there to enjoy the night with me. When we got back to the motel, Valerie said she got a hold of 3 new pills from a friend after telling him what happened to our pills. He was nice enough to give 3 of his own for free and THEY WERE AMAZING. The pills had us rolling really well for over 5 hours. Whoa. It was Michael’s first time and he fucking loved it. I fucking loved it. Valerie loved it. Andy looked like he had a good time smoking and chillin with us. It was just an amazing night full of good vibes and being emotional in a good way. I remember at one point my brother called me and wished me a happy birthday and I felt so loved by everyone at that moment. After I said that, Valerie and Michael came to group hug me haha. It was great. That night was definitely one of the best nights I’ve had in recent memory.
Sunday was chill. I was trying to rest up from everything. We got ramen for lunch since Valerie said she never had ramen in a restaurant before. WHAT THE FUCK LOL (just kidding). We were all like wow and then decided to get some. There wasn’t even a hangover from last night, awesome. Everything was just great. I rested up a bit at home after, and went out for dinner to get Lawry’s with my dad and cousin. My brother had to work so he couldn’t make it. My dad liked the prime rib and the whole dinner so that made me happy. He’s pretty much open to everything now and one day we only ate Japanese food. He seemed to enjoy it and even the beer. He’s come a long way, I’m so proud of him. I’ll take him out to my favorite Chinese restaurant (Embassy Kitchen) tonight to reward him for being a good sport hahaha.@1 day ago with 2 notes
F is for friends who don’t talk to you.
U is for Ur alone.
N is for never having any plans at all, all you do is sit at home.
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