My dad and I went to see my mom this morning, a day-early Mother's Day visit. As we were sending our thoughts to her and offering fruits, a group of Chinese were there talking, laughing, and being oblivious to the fact that other people were around. Seriously? It's a mausoleum!
This example was the latest in a series of observations that when Chinese people congregate, they become loud and noisy and are inconsiderate of others. They tend to go off in their own little world and forget that their own little world is disturbing other people, and that maybe 40dB is an inappropriate volume for a place where others are visiting their late loved ones.
And when I say "Chinese," I'm not distinguishing among those from China, from Taiwan, from HK... I mean Chinese descent.
Oh, and while I'm venting about Chinese people: when you migrate to a new place, make some attempt to assimilate and learn the ways of your new home. While society does help new immigrants adapt to their new environments, we don't bend the society to suit your every need. We didn't ask you to come. So at least try to learn a few words of the language, and maybe don't bring all your bad driving, spitting and litterbug habits from the old country.
Don't get me wrong: I'm not against immigrants. I'm against immigrants who are here to freeload, and don't make any attempts to adapt to society. I'm sure that there are other ethnics who fall into that category, but Vancouver sure has a lot of Chinese types of those.
Make a little effort here. Have some consideration for the people around you.
我和我爸今天早上去看我媽，提早一天去祝她母親節快樂。 結果，當我們在拜她的時候，有一群華人在旁邊聊天，笑，完全不知道吵到別人。 真是的，在陵墓耶！
這個範例只是最近發生的。 已經就以來發現當華人聚在一起的時候，真的很吵，一點都不考慮到別人。 他們聊自己的，都不想到他們會打擾到人家。 很沒禮貌。 我指華人不分大陸的，台灣的，或香港的．．．。
既然在抱怨華人：當你移民到一個地方，是不是該試著適應一下，學學新家的習俗。 雖然社會會幫助新移民的人來適應新環境，我們不為了你而把社會折灣來配合你每個需求。 我們又沒逼你來。 所以至少試著學幾句話來溝通吧，還有不要把駕駛，吐痰和亂扔垃圾的壞習慣待過來吧。
請別誤會：我可不反對移民喔。 我只是討厭那些來享受這裡的福利，不勞而獲的人，那些一點都不試圖適應新社會的人。 我相信有很多其他種人也會這樣，不過溫哥華這種華人可多了。
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2009-05-09
2008-01-29
You take that back!
So we happened to have the "pleasure" of sitting with my two-up manager, and conversation starts out about marriage and sports, and then the 3 managers at the table start talking about... management. My two-up is saying how different people have different ways of dealing with stress, and each person has to figure out their own method.
"For example, Nk and I have a habit of leaving everything until the last minute, creating unnecessary stress on ourself, and..."
Excuse me, but wtf??
What exactly were you expecting when you assigned me work on Friday afternoon and wanted it by Monday? It was already "last minute" when you assigned it. Did it even occur to you that I might have plans for the weekend? Or is my 24-hours-a-day-7-days-a-week completely at your disposal? And for what -- a few lousy dollars of OT pay, a foul mood, and sleep deficit?
Considering that my work schedule is dictated by everyone else's deadlines and by when work is submitted for review, the latter has a slight impact on when I can complete an assignment.
If you assign a task with a Monday deadline, and by Sunday evening, I still haven't received more than half the slides I need to review, then hell yeah, I'm going to have some difficulty completing the task. Even if you notify the persons a week in advance, if they don't submit their work until the last instant, I'm the one who pays for it. Don't fvckin' tell me that I leave it all until the last minute and then am not able to make the deadline.
Stupid slave factory.
"For example, Nk and I have a habit of leaving everything until the last minute, creating unnecessary stress on ourself, and..."
Excuse me, but wtf??
What exactly were you expecting when you assigned me work on Friday afternoon and wanted it by Monday? It was already "last minute" when you assigned it. Did it even occur to you that I might have plans for the weekend? Or is my 24-hours-a-day-7-days-a-week completely at your disposal? And for what -- a few lousy dollars of OT pay, a foul mood, and sleep deficit?
Considering that my work schedule is dictated by everyone else's deadlines and by when work is submitted for review, the latter has a slight impact on when I can complete an assignment.
If you assign a task with a Monday deadline, and by Sunday evening, I still haven't received more than half the slides I need to review, then hell yeah, I'm going to have some difficulty completing the task. Even if you notify the persons a week in advance, if they don't submit their work until the last instant, I'm the one who pays for it. Don't fvckin' tell me that I leave it all until the last minute and then am not able to make the deadline.
Stupid slave factory.
2007-11-23
Wake up and smell the java.
My coworker passed me a news article, about how in Austria, housekeeping and child-rearing are still widely regarded as women's responsibilities.
(The article's in Chinese but you can get a crude translation by running the URL through Babelfish. The general gist of the article is that 75% of Austrian men consider housekeeping and child-rearing a woman's job, compared to only 14% who believe men should share part of the burden.)
I'm not surprised that there are still places like that. I'm really not. But as I glanced at the article content, I suddenly became rather weary about why he had made a point of sending me the link. I mean, obviously it was an article of interest, but in what way?
It soon became apparent.
"In comparison," he remarked, "Taiwanese men are pitiable (可憐). They have to help clean, do laundry, take care of children... and they're not allowed to complain."
Come again?? Alright, alright, don't jump to conclusions. It's just a statement, and probably not his personal opinion. I cautiously asked if he thought these chores were the woman's responsibility, even using the ^o) emoticon as a subtle hint that he should answer with care.
"在台灣，只能認命吧。" ("In Taiwan, you can only submit to Life." / "C'est la vie.")
I was livid. And when I reprehended him, his counter?
"In Asia, Taiwan is already pretty good [in terms of male and female equality in society]." He actually did not find anything wrong with how the Austrian men thought, even envied the culture. I wanted to kick the sh!t out of him.
I told him to move to Austria.
I was so pissed off that I stopped MSN'ing him for the rest of the night. Before leaving work, however, I forced myself to be the bigger person and MSN'ed him saying that he was entitled to his archaic opinion and all the power to him if he found a partner who shared it. (He then blankly asked what I considered more "modern". I chose to ignore his cluelessness and closed the conversation window.)
I know that people are entitled to their own opinions, and we should all be open to different perspectives instead of chastising someone because they don't share your views. But honestly, some people's beliefs make you want to disassociate yourself from them.
(The article's in Chinese but you can get a crude translation by running the URL through Babelfish. The general gist of the article is that 75% of Austrian men consider housekeeping and child-rearing a woman's job, compared to only 14% who believe men should share part of the burden.)
I'm not surprised that there are still places like that. I'm really not. But as I glanced at the article content, I suddenly became rather weary about why he had made a point of sending me the link. I mean, obviously it was an article of interest, but in what way?
It soon became apparent.
"In comparison," he remarked, "Taiwanese men are pitiable (可憐). They have to help clean, do laundry, take care of children... and they're not allowed to complain."
Come again?? Alright, alright, don't jump to conclusions. It's just a statement, and probably not his personal opinion. I cautiously asked if he thought these chores were the woman's responsibility, even using the ^o) emoticon as a subtle hint that he should answer with care.
"在台灣，只能認命吧。" ("In Taiwan, you can only submit to Life." / "C'est la vie.")
I was livid. And when I reprehended him, his counter?
"In Asia, Taiwan is already pretty good [in terms of male and female equality in society]." He actually did not find anything wrong with how the Austrian men thought, even envied the culture. I wanted to kick the sh!t out of him.
I told him to move to Austria.
I was so pissed off that I stopped MSN'ing him for the rest of the night. Before leaving work, however, I forced myself to be the bigger person and MSN'ed him saying that he was entitled to his archaic opinion and all the power to him if he found a partner who shared it. (He then blankly asked what I considered more "modern". I chose to ignore his cluelessness and closed the conversation window.)
I know that people are entitled to their own opinions, and we should all be open to different perspectives instead of chastising someone because they don't share your views. But honestly, some people's beliefs make you want to disassociate yourself from them.
2004-07-23
So much for plans.
Fvck fvck fvck fvck fvck fvck fvck fvck fvck fvck fvck fvck fvck fvck fvck FVCK.
I don't usually swear, but this warrants a good chain of profanities.
I was planning on presenting my project at the beginning of Aug.
I just learnt from a labmate that my senior supervisor is going to be away from tomorrow until Aug 04. Starting Sept, she'll be away on sabbatical for a year (that part I already knew, though). Fvck.
I also learnt from her that my other committee member is going to be away all of August. He won't be back until Sept. After my senior supervisor has left on sabbatical. Fvck.
I learnt that other faculty members are going to be away in August, or are already sitting on several other thesis committees and thus won't be able to take on additional students. Fvvvvvck.
Not to mention, my senior supervisor has conflicts with several members of the faculty, thus ruling them out to sit on my committee. Fvvvvvck!
I have to go find another committee member if I want to graduate this term.
Fvck.
I don't usually swear, but this warrants a good chain of profanities.
I was planning on presenting my project at the beginning of Aug.
I just learnt from a labmate that my senior supervisor is going to be away from tomorrow until Aug 04. Starting Sept, she'll be away on sabbatical for a year (that part I already knew, though). Fvck.
I also learnt from her that my other committee member is going to be away all of August. He won't be back until Sept. After my senior supervisor has left on sabbatical. Fvck.
I learnt that other faculty members are going to be away in August, or are already sitting on several other thesis committees and thus won't be able to take on additional students. Fvvvvvck.
Not to mention, my senior supervisor has conflicts with several members of the faculty, thus ruling them out to sit on my committee. Fvvvvvck!
I have to go find another committee member if I want to graduate this term.
Fvck.
2004-06-02
Violence as a means of resolution
A couple days ago, I was out running an errand when a radio news piece made my jaw drop. It was the latest horrific child killing: the slashing of Japanese schoolgirl by her classmate.
It wasn't just the fact that these girls were only 11 or 12. It was the fact that the victim's throat was slit, her arms cut, and she was left to bleed out in a nearby classroom. All because of a little Internet dispute.
In 1997, a 14-year-old decapitated one of 2 victims, leaving the head at the school gate. The man was just recently paroled.
How are kids these days resorting to that extent of violence as a resolution method? They need some serious therapy.
It wasn't just the fact that these girls were only 11 or 12. It was the fact that the victim's throat was slit, her arms cut, and she was left to bleed out in a nearby classroom. All because of a little Internet dispute.
In 1997, a 14-year-old decapitated one of 2 victims, leaving the head at the school gate. The man was just recently paroled.
How are kids these days resorting to that extent of violence as a resolution method? They need some serious therapy.
2004-05-07
There was a tine when ...
It all started because I forgot to bring a fork.
I decided to stop at Brentwood Mall to pick up a pack of plastics, but parking was dreadful. After circling around, I finally found some guys leaving, turned on my blinker and patiently waited. As soon as they pulled out, though, some b!tch whipped in and stole my parking spot!! I couldn't believe it! And then she had the nerve to flip me the bird when I honked!
Lucky for her, she was already gone when I was left the mall, else it would've cost her a new paintjob.
Grrr.
I decided to stop at Brentwood Mall to pick up a pack of plastics, but parking was dreadful. After circling around, I finally found some guys leaving, turned on my blinker and patiently waited. As soon as they pulled out, though, some b!tch whipped in and stole my parking spot!! I couldn't believe it! And then she had the nerve to flip me the bird when I honked!
Lucky for her, she was already gone when I was left the mall, else it would've cost her a new paintjob.
Grrr.
2004-04-02
Being frugal is okay by me; I'm certainly one to save a penny. But like many traits, frugality can be annoying when taken to the extreme.
I used to organise a volleyball tournament up at SFU for Applied Science students - it was one of the highlights each term: I'm proud to say it was a popular tourney and the participants always had fun.
Enter D, the same guy I mentioned here, who also asked for a bowl of tripe when he didn't find any in his $5 bowl of Vietmanese noodles. D, with whom I play vball, is always looking to get the most out of his dollar, even at the sacrifice of sportsmanship (read: sandbagging).
Last week, I was infuriated to learn that D entered a team into the AppSci tourney and that they won the movie admissions tickets. What's more is that they paid $2/person entry fee - the "AppSci" team fee. Not a big deal? Well, what gets me:
1) they weren't even eligible to enter at all (not one person on the team was an SFU student),
2) much less AppSci (to get the AppSci team rate),
3) and most of all, they practically stole the prizes away from eligible teams!
Absolutely disgusting.
I used to organise a volleyball tournament up at SFU for Applied Science students - it was one of the highlights each term: I'm proud to say it was a popular tourney and the participants always had fun.
Enter D, the same guy I mentioned here, who also asked for a bowl of tripe when he didn't find any in his $5 bowl of Vietmanese noodles. D, with whom I play vball, is always looking to get the most out of his dollar, even at the sacrifice of sportsmanship (read: sandbagging).
Last week, I was infuriated to learn that D entered a team into the AppSci tourney and that they won the movie admissions tickets. What's more is that they paid $2/person entry fee - the "AppSci" team fee. Not a big deal? Well, what gets me:
1) they weren't even eligible to enter at all (not one person on the team was an SFU student),
2) much less AppSci (to get the AppSci team rate),
3) and most of all, they practically stole the prizes away from eligible teams!
Absolutely disgusting.
2004-03-07
After 2 weeks of frustration and anger and depression pent up inside, I had a bit of a meltdown today. The combination of a too-hard bed (having a sore back every morning), the class that I'm probably going to fail, zero motivation, bad volleyball, too much crap food, and an emotionally-exhausting dream, finally got to me.
I was so tired (even after 10 hours' sleep a night) that I couldn't even cry it out, but I managed to let go of some of it today. And S helped me make a mini-plan to work toward some short-term goals. So, starting today, I'm going to try sticking to a schedule, with limited goofing-off time. One day at a time.
Baby steps, baby steps. <deep breath>
I was so tired (even after 10 hours' sleep a night) that I couldn't even cry it out, but I managed to let go of some of it today. And S helped me make a mini-plan to work toward some short-term goals. So, starting today, I'm going to try sticking to a schedule, with limited goofing-off time. One day at a time.
Baby steps, baby steps. <deep breath>
2004-02-14
There's something to be said about being steered when you're 27. In the last couple of years (and maybe longer), I've had a lot of questions/doubts in the direction of my life, and I finally resolved to do something about it. I don't want to leave this to escalate into a mid-life crisis.
I haven't even made any minor changes, yet; just looking into possibilities and some planning, but it's already very evident that this will not go over well with the parents. Instead of even considering what I want, they are clamping down even more and trying to steer me "back on course". They apparently think that calling me (when I'm out) at 12:30am and telling me that I should really come home now will exert more control over me.
For fvcking crying out loud, I'm almost 27!
Maybe it's because I notice things now, but everything is starting to add up now, and I'm getting really close to apartment-hunting.
Sorry to B and K if they don't feel the same way, but somehow, I don't think they go through quite the same stuff.
I haven't even made any minor changes, yet; just looking into possibilities and some planning, but it's already very evident that this will not go over well with the parents. Instead of even considering what I want, they are clamping down even more and trying to steer me "back on course". They apparently think that calling me (when I'm out) at 12:30am and telling me that I should really come home now will exert more control over me.
For fvcking crying out loud, I'm almost 27!
Maybe it's because I notice things now, but everything is starting to add up now, and I'm getting really close to apartment-hunting.
Sorry to B and K if they don't feel the same way, but somehow, I don't think they go through quite the same stuff.
2004-02-09
Have you ever been so mad that you're just seething and you're past that productive zone? You're so angry that you can't even cry to let it out. Then the one weekly destressing outlet you always look forward to (volleyball for me) goes so badly that you're even angrier afterward. And it's worse when the person/people have no idea that they make you so mad because they're "not doing anything wrong".
That was my weekend.
That was my weekend.
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