Taiwan Pop Culture Doesn't Interest Me

I don't like Taiwan pop culture. It's unoriginal and uninventive. Everyone copies famous people. Girls like to copy Japanese girls. Boys like to wear colorful/pink hip hop clothes and dunks because that's cool right? It's not fashionable, but it is because everyone says so.

I went to the Taiwan version of NBC tonite and got to see a live taping of a show. The female host was Rainie Yang. My dad said she is the number one singer at the moment (the 15 minutes that Jolin isn't number 1 UGHHHH) and that every girl copies her style. Thank you for proving my previous point, dad. The male host was a guy named Jacky. I don't really care who he is because thought he was all that and a bag of chips. He wasn't really funny. I couldn't even laugh at him because I was so confused. I decided to crush him with my fingers.

My point is that pop culture here has consumed 99% of the youth population here. It's ridiculous. These kiddies need to learn how to become individuals by thinking outside of the mainstream. Don't fall into the relationship culture that has engulfed Taiwan. EVERY song is about love. EVERY show is about love. EVERYONE on the street is a couple. (I really only hate extreme PDA, but the first two really piss me off)

The moral of the story is: I don't like Taiwan pop culture, and could probably never make friends with kids here (or fobs haha).

My daily commute

I take the Taoyuan city free bus to work every day. It's not like American buses; it's probably less than half the size of regular buses. It's more like a large van. Anyways, the focus of this post isn't on the bus, but the bus drivers, and possibly Asian drivers in general.

Today I got on the bus at 9:10am. When I saw "got on," I mean "jumped on" because the bus didn't really stop--it did a rolling stop. So the bus did a rolling stop in front of me and I had to jump on to the bus. And after the driver sees that I'm on the bus (does he really see? or does he just give me five seconds after opening the door to jump in?) he jams on the pedal and I'm flying towards the back of the bus. It's where I'm going anyway, since taiwanese people like to hog seats meant for two people for themselves (they're just rude like that). But the back ceiling of the bus is depressed for a reason unbeknownst, and as I tumble towards the only seat availble, I almost get clotheslined by the low ceiling. I say almost in the sense that I didn't fall over after I hit the ceiling. And so, after that 15 second ordeal, I wait for the bus to bumpily jolt from stop to stop, until I reach the hospital 20 minutes later. I graciously say "thank you" to the skillful driver, and engage in a game of chicken with passengers trying to get on while I get off.

I love the morning commute.

Dear Fresno,

I miss you.

It's July 4th. If I were in Fresno, I'd be drinking and eating bbq to my hearts content with my friends. And then we would fill water bottles with gunpowder and blow them up in the middle of the street. Or we would drive around and throw little poppers at people on the street. And then we would run around with sparklers and attempt to throw sparks at each other. Sigh...good times.