I’m so tired of people BAILING. 

you do your thing and I’ll do my thing

I honestly miss you a lot. We’ve been through so much, we’ve had our ups and downs in our friendship. Some of my favorite moments have been with you. You’re one of the people I truly trust and you’re the first person I go to when I have a story to tell. You actually listen.

My mistake was saying that we’d be better off not being friends. The worse part is, you didn’t do anything about it and now, we aren’t friends. Isn’t there a making up process? I mean, we’ve been through a lot of fights and always made up somehow.

I wonder if that will be our fate…

I feel so empty.

Today was the first time I rode a plane by myself. It was terrible, well, the process was terrible. I’m standing in line with my luggage, and apparently, I’m only allowed to bring one suitcase. My dad was pissed, he kept on saying “why do you have so many things, why’d you buy so much.” I didn’t know about this policy, so no need to be nagging in my ear. So I stuffed everything I could into one, but I ended up leaving half of my things in Taiwan. I probably won’t see those things for a while. My dad bought me a box to put what I needed in there and that would count as my carry on. So I have this giant box filled with my mom’s items and I bring it on the plane.

Our plane was delayed for about half an hour, not too bad. I sat next to an american person and he was interesting. His children went to the Taipei International school, and his daughter is fluent in chinese, his son… not so much. He’s going to Shanghai for business. The guy to my left was a very old and frail man. His eyes were somewhat foggy, I think he had cataracs. He was adorable, he told me about his family, one son in shanghai, one daughter in america. He told me that his daughter was in love with a person who comes from the rich. She threatened to kill herself if he didn’t marry her… they ended up getting married. I wonder how that relationship would work, but people die hard for love.

On the plane, it was all smooth sailing, so I decided to go to the bathroom. I’m sitting on the toilet and we go through turbulence. Honestly, the scariest feeling ever. I’m still peeing, so I can’t get up and the whole planes shaking. I’m scared and I’m just thinking, I’m going to die on the toilet.

After an hour and a half, the plane landed and I didn’t die on the toilet. This was the first time I walked on the staircase to come down from the plane. The cold welcomed me and it certainly did a good job. I’m in my yoga pants, wearing a button up, and I have a pea coat. The passengers went on the bus and they took us to the terminal.

I went to baggage claim, and I sat on my box full of clothes while suitcases circulated around. I waited for an hour and I don’t see my suitcase… where the hell is my suitcase. So I’m kind of pissed, and I go over to the Baggage of Inquiries and the workers didn’t even acknowledge me. This one sleepy guy helped me, he talked so slow that I wanted to shoot myself.

Anyways, long story short, it wasn’t a good experience and my baggage was luckily found after 9 hours and sent to me.

• Go to a night club 10:30 p.m. - 1:30 a.m.

I went to a nightclub called Luxy, and it was absolutely amazing. When I first went into the club, it was freezing and empty and I felt really awkward and insecure. My god sister’s friend, Luke, hooked us up with a booth and drinks. We sat right next to the giant stereo system, it was like the bass was booming from withing your body. Surprisingly, a lot of foreigners were there which was really cool because I could finally speak English to them. The first girl I met was Yora, she is from Canada and she taught English to seventh graders for 2 years. She was wearing a hot pink dress, boobs flopping out of her dress, big bootied girl. She was definitely enjoying her time which is understandable since her last day. Then I met this other guy, his name was Ernie, he was pretty cute and he looked like Andrew Garfield, so I was speaking English and he suddenly started speaking Chinese… that surprised me. Then he started speaking French, which was even more surprising. He is from Paris and he came to Taiwan to study Chinese to improve his business major. It is amazing how fast you can meet people with a little bit of alcohol and a dance floor.

• Go to a bar after the night club 1:30 a.m. - 4:30 a.m.

After saying goodbye to all the amazing people I met, Luke told me that the next step after the nightclub is to go to a bar. It was about a 15 minute walk to the bar called Hot Gossip. My god sister was drunk and Luke was being a gentleman and supporting her. I felt pretty sick while walking there, I also didn’t eat anything since lunch. So I was fearing the worst, which is barfing, and once we arrived to the bar, there was barf at the entrance. Ew. Thank god, I didn’t barf at all and I kept it together. I fell asleep for about an hour and I woke up to the sound of rolling dice and a girl screaming. Apparently she lost, so she had to drink. They were playing a game called Liar’s dice. I ended up joining in, but I couldn’t handle anymore alcohol so I just drank juice, we played for a few hours and I met a new person.

• Go get breakfast after the bar 4:30 a.m. -

Luke called a taxi to take us back home, he told me part three was to get breakfast then go home and hibernate. I bailed on the breakfast and I just wanted to sleep. Luke was really chill, he paid for everything because he wanted my first time out to be memorable. So I sat in bed and I couldn’t sleep because all this adrenaline was flowing. I ended up talking to Camilo for a few hours catching up on Irvine shenanigans :)

18th birthday tomorrow. I wish I was home so I could celebrate… but I’ll celebrate here