Chinatown
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- kingjulien
I was just looking out my back window, admiring the beauty of the city, with Coit Tower and the TransAmerica building and the ocean all in the panorama, when suddenly I looked down and saw an old Chinese lady hanging laundry on her balcony next door. She very meticulously arranged everything, and in my romanticized way I found this activity charming, just the way she went about her business without a care in the world, that is until she saw me watching from the window and just as quickly, dropped her pants and bare-assed me. The funny thing is, she held her pants down for an extra second, just rubbing it in my face, and then - as if nothing happened, she returned to her chores, without looking back at me.
Yup, that's right. I've been here all of three days and I've already seen some Chinese ass.
The Walkmen concert tonight cannot possibly match this sort of euphoria.
- TenaciousG0
Don't be alarmed. That's one of the many manifestations of tourette's syndrome...
- Sven_sk0
more chins than a chinese phonebook
- harlequino0
Forget it Jake, it's just Chinatown.
- kingjulien0
I just saw her again. Well, at least it looked like her, although she had a different outfit on, and obviously I didn't see her pale behind to confirm. She was with her daughter, who was kind of attractive, but it seemed like they were looking at me funny. They were all animated down the block, and as they got closer, the mother said something in Cantonese and the two started giggling just as they passed. Of course I forced an awkward smile, but that only made them laugh harder. Why are these people laughing at me? What do they know that I don't? Am I in some sort of bizarre Truman Show that only airs in sweaty laundromats within a five mile radius?
And why was the woman upstairs listening to the Beverly Hills Cop soundtrack at 3:00 am?
- ********0
kingjulien I hope you get your nostrel cut like jack nicholson's in chinatown
- vespa0
what are you, a racialist? some kind of pervert?
making us asians out to be no more than filthy stinking uncultured barbarians... well i for one have been studying the habits of the white man and i can smell your fear.
i see through your western voodoo, your cheap slander.
i spit in the face of your false assimilation, white man. may your stools resemble durians. may your teapot run dry. may your furniture remain forever wrapped in plastic.
- jevad0
'nostril'
you buffoon
- ********0
yeah, I was having trubil with that
- kingjulien0
hat are you, a racialist? some kind of pervert?
making us asians out to be no more than filthy stinking uncultured barbarians... well i for one have been studying the habits of the white man and i can smell your fear.
i see through your western voodoo, your cheap slander.
i spit in the face of your false assimilation, white man. may your stools resemble durians. may your teapot run dry. may your furniture remain forever wrapped in plastic.
vespa
(Jun 12 06, 14:54)lol. that was great.
- ********0
well, i think if it was a white person that kj was staring at then it wouldnt be racialist or some sort.
but anywho
mother: i think that guy at the window was masturbating while i was hanging lanudry
daughter: really? what did you do?
mother: showed him my ass so he can fantasize it better
daughter: thats funny, we should tell the brothers at the shaolin temple that there another white man with yellow fever
mother: we should, they will chop suy his ass to the ground
daughter: indeed, o wait here he comes.. *giggles
mother: cant wait to look at his face in the window with a black eye
- ********0
your days are numbered
- ********0
your story elicited in me a powerful wave of nostalgia for the bay area. I can't bear the shortness and previousness of our experiences
- ********0
preciousness
- ********0
preciousnesscesslies
by Rand
- kingjulien0
dinky I bet the conversation was pretty close to that - it reminded me for some reason of the indian in jarmusch's dead man, how he kept saying "Stupid fucking white man."
- vespa0
nobody was right. he said it in ghost dog too... ah jarmusch.
speaking of ghosts, you should get yourself down to the jungles of borneo where my ancestors are from, learn you some new voodoo to add to your white man stash.
get yourself down to the jungles of borneo kingjulien, where the insects scream like children and the tropical decay will eat away your carefully assembled value systems like time-lapse footage of shifting mountains.
they've got the monopoly on the black magic trade those borneo folk; curses and counter-curses fly faster than the chips at a mahjong showdown and i've heard tales of 'familiars' - barking doppelgangers of baseless form, shadowy shapeshifters to suck your soul along with the vampires that feed on the placentas of the newly birthed.
get yourself down to the jungles of borneo: where familiars feed on human greed.
- ********0