Will be out of town for the week

Well, not technically. But my boyfriend is flying into Taipei tomorrow and we’re going to be doing Taiwan on speed, 3 days of traditional Taipei/Danshui area and then taking a trip down south to Green Island for the remainder of the week. I promise I will write in full on the Island-this is my first time traveling South so there will be plenty to talk about & lots of photographs.

In the mean time, enjoy this hott Korean song everyone is obsessed with including myself… The dance is soooooooooooooooo super fly!

Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Mika mika mika mika babaaay

Have a great week !

Phoenix idea went south for the winter. Halloween throw down success.

More to come. Busy week. I scratched Phoenix and found a cool mask in Ximen (They have decent Halloween stores there, FYI.). I decided that I would be an Aborigine. Then I thought it would be cooler if I was of royalty. Do they have princesses in aboriginal cultures? Yes ma’am. Australia: Australian Aboriginal Princess Info

Anyways, my (most likely politically incorrect) Aboriginal costume is below, followed by the rest of the chaos:

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Taipei Massive Halloween 09 probably rocked as hard as every teenager did the day Gun’s and Roses released Sweet Child o’ Mine in 1988. I’m dead serious. The guy controlling the lights must have had recreational substance time beforehand because I have never seen a more spastic fusion of neon, fire, and laser beams shooting all at one time. The DJ was infallibly spot on, creating the perfect synergy for a Halloween freak show. I bought 2 bags of M&M’s that night, and handed them out to everyone who said “Trick or Treat” while dancing. It felt like home…hah.

A Taipei Halloweeny

Wow.

There is no place I think I might rather want to be. I have decided that this year for Halloween I am going to be a Pheonix. All I keep imagining is a feather mohawk on my head. I think I got the idea from this very video… And since I have already bought a ticket, I cannot wait to write the review.

Squawk!

The New Apt. Initiation: Pancake Breakfast.

Hell yeah. The most savory, sweet, filling, and glorious of breakfast sensations you will ever experience come from pancakes. I don’t care what you say, it’s the truth.

Talk about deprivation… When you live in Taiwan without a stove, and subject yourself every single countless day to coffee and fruit bag breakfasts, you forget the bountiful nature of your own culture’s lovely breakfast versatility.  I am not saying that Taiwan food is nothing compared to Western food by any long shot. They make a mean omelet over here (something I could not make myself until now). What I am saying here is that, according to my precious taste buds, no breakfast substitution in the world compares to pancakes.

Spreads for our pancakes: Nutella, Butter, Vermont Maple Syrup (thanks to Danielle’s parents!), bananas, raspberry jam, and homemade apple sauce from the German beauty herself

The pancakes were rich in doughy fluffiness. The apple sauce was actually eaten on the side along with the pancakes, traditional German style.

We stuffed ourselves so full that it ended up being my only full meal of the day. I couldn’t breathe. Classic. chi bao le! chi bao le!

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the kitchen afterwards

the kitchen afterwards

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Tell me your mouth didn’t water. Go on, tell me.

The New Apartment Post Is Long Overdue.

But still just as fantastic!

After long anticipation and pesky I-House drama (jumping off of the side of a mountain is never easy), I bring you the newest Virginia-Pia-Danielle Household! Ta-daaa! 2 minutes from the Linguang MRT, Kuma Market just around the corner, fresh fruit stands and High-Life convenient stores, restaurants, hair salon downstairs (or at least it’s possible it’s a hair salon), Big balcony, 6th floor, Taipei yilingyi (101) from the view!

(Now that I read this over it sounds like a hasty craig’s list add, sorry.)

Enjoy the move-in footage.

my room before shot

my room before shot

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- these 2 photos above are courtesy of miss danielle sleeper

After shots of the new room!After shots of the new room!

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kitchen

kitchen

view from the balcony (rainy night though)

view from the balcony (rainy night though)

street view

street view

the girls and I, when we first drew for rooms

the girls and I, when we first drew for rooms

How to Eat a Rice Triangle

Today I am going to teach you how to eat a rice triangle, the best snack/small meal in Taiwan’s 7-11. It is quick, healthy, aids hunger, cheap, and tasty. Good for a quick lunch on the go.

I am telling you this because it probably took me 6 good attempts before I figured it out. 8)

They come in flavors: salmon, chicken, beef, vegetable, other fish, other meat, and other random fillings I haven’t identified yet. Usually you can tell by the picture in the background, or of course, if you know Chinese food characters. This one was chicken, a safe bet I suppose if you’re not crazy about fish. The rice triangle consists of the meat inside the rice, and the seaweed wrap. I know what some of you are thinking, seaweed wrap? Yes! And today I will demonstrate how to open a rice triangle from the plastic. It is a process, and nifty to know for every day Taiwan life!

1. What it looks like:

Found in every 7-11 on every street corner!

Found in every 7-11 on every street corner!

2. Start from top red tab, pull downwards and around both sides.

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3. Take both sides of the bottom ends, and pull outward.

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4. The seaweed cover will be successfully placed around the rice triangle. This is what it will look like. The other picture is a view of the actual rice triangle.

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5. Finally keep it wrapped tightly (the rice is sticky so don’t SCREW UP) ..haha. Enjoy.

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I love rice triangles. Nom nom nom.


Fish Head and Tofu Islands in the Soup.

How do you think it feels:

The other night, lovely Pia and I strolled into a Taiwanese hotpot restaurant– a colorful place, with a little Taiwanese Man situated outside of the restaurant, heating hotpots a mile a minute, smiling and hopping around as if it were clockwork. It seemed like the perfect dinner spot to satisfy our hunger needs.

So, here we go again, the battle of the pointing, the broken Mandarin, the up, the down, the where to sit, the what to drink, the how to order… We discovered pictures of the dishes on the wall and found a hotpot with a large piece of fried chicken in the soup, among other tofu and lettuce whatnots, and decided this was a low risk choice. Zhe ge shi jirou ma? Dui dui dui dui dui… (This is chicken right? Yes yes yes yes yes…)

So we ordered, and after 5 minutes or so our hot pots were delivered, boiling and ready for digging. As I began to attack this chicken breast, I found it a little difficult to get any meet off.. It looked odd, and tasted a little like fish. I pulled a small twig bone out from my mouth. eh…

“Pia… I don’t think this is chicken..”

(Pia observes floating object.. Lifts it up with her chopsticks..)

“…..Oh…ah!..eh..oh God… Virginia… Don’t look underneath.”

So I lifted it up.

Doesn't do mine justice, but you get the point.

Doesn't do mine justice, but you get the point.

Sure enough, I was eating the split head of a fish. The head was sliced in half, opened upward, and underneath the half submerged “chicken” lay two eyeballs positioned on either side of the “breast.” I was eating the brains. yummy.

Deep breaths were all I needed. Taiwan never stops surprising me. I did, however, close the fish head, and entertain myself by constructing a floating fish head island, with little square tofu mountains and clam shell shelters on top to cover the eye that was glaring down into my soul.

Photography of the I-House Extravaganza

Photos thanks to Roman Farccy, French photographer of the evening.

Pretending to be passed out (yes mom, pretending)

Pretending to be passed out (yes mom, pretending)

With Security Guard

With Security Guard

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Flip Flop Ping Pong (onomatopoeia?)

Flip Flop Ping Pong (onomatopoeia?)

I stole something precious, can we guess what that is?

I stole something precious, can we guess what that is?

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Karate Kids

Karate Kids

Holy Moses. Too much fun at the I-House.

Holy Moses. Too much fun at the I-House.

Friday

Friday night was really great. So was last night…a coalition of westerners having some real bottle smashing fun at luxy (I guess our favorite place now), but there was a part of Friday that I really thought was eh, special. O:)

I had just arrived home from Shida night market, when a group of people were drinking downstairs near the lobby. I knew some of them so I stopped over. This is when the power of peer pressure and alcohol makes a good concoction for me to stick around for a “little.” Then it’s 6am and holy….. what happened…

My favorite part of the evening, besides the part where the French guys were claiming Michael Jackson was French (and everyone else awesome they wanted to steal), the huge ass dance party downstairs, ping pong with flip flops, or the photo with the security guard with all of us doing the Asian peace sign–my favorite part had to be our 3am toasts. In this group, we represented Russia, Japan, France, Germany, Mongolia, and the U.S.. Each of us took turns, explaining that we were so happy to have international friends like this, being from so many different areas and yet still being able to come together and enjoy ourselves. We talked about how politics says nothing about an individual and who they are, and so often people are judged by the actions of their governments, or other persons from where they come from. The speeches were all slurred and we were falling all over the place, but it still meant something to me in the morning.

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I just really think it’s something special when people from all over the world look past everything but the exact person you are, the time they meet you. They judge you, not your president, not your country’s reputation, not the bickering problems of politics. When I have these moments, I still wonder why the lives of these exact people are the ones lost in things like war, when we could have stepped over the line and all went to have a drink and solved it at the bar. I’m really serious, and I really think that we all have a sense of humanity and we are all born with the capacity to have friendship and love with someone else, regardless of where they are from. In conclusion, I really enjoy companionship with others from foreign countries. Your life becomes so rich. It reminds me that I have an identity as a US citizen that I am very proud of, but that I also have an identity as a world citizen, a human identity, and I am very proud of that too.

In the words of MJ, the French Michél Shhhaksón,

The Raw Side of Bangkok.

I really enjoyed my stay in Bangkok and I encourage you to read my previous post on the compelling side of Thailand. There are, however, negatives to visiting Thailand, some of which you may be prepared for, semi-prepared for, or not at all.

1. Tourist Traps

I’d like to think I am a smart traveler. I hate the main tourist scenes. I hate structure. I hate buying plastic key chains and paying large sums of money for anything luxurious during travel. I like seeing real people and I like finding the real action and answers to all my cultural questions.

Bangkok, unfortunately, has now become a tourist culture, so you are sucked into the Thai hurling tourist traps, services, and goods at you–doing so by touching your arms, yelling at you, and shoving things in your face, until you are just at the point of explosion. I don’t blame the people for this at all, everyone has to feed a family, but I do believe that as soon as a city attracts tourism, the city itself becomes exactly that–the tourist haven–and, for the purpose of earning more money, the tourist trap. I also believe that most people in countries like Thailand have been given no other lucrative option.

Example:

My Map of Bangkok

My Map of Bangkok

Here is a part of my map of Bangkok. After we had seen a temple or two to the west part of the map, we headed to Wat Po. Here, we met an old  man outside who explained to us that we could not enter because we were not wearing sleeved shirts and long pants. He explained to us that after 2 o’clock we could return to see it with out attire.

This is when he offered that we take a Tuk Tuk (three wheeled motor scooter) to take us to several locations, for only 40 baht, and this would give us just enough time to make it back to the temple by 2. 40 Baht is just about $USD1.50. We took the offer, of course.

This is when the driver befriended us on the way to the first site, asking us about our nationalities, complimenting our looks, telling us about Bangkok, etc, which was all very pleasant. It was not until he told us we should stop at the first shopping mall “just to look around” if we wanted, where we felt that we were not in control of where we were going. After this, he told us that we would head to a silk shop, where he receives a free ticket for a liter of gas if he brings tourists there, which would “Help me so much, because gas is so expensive and I charge you only 40 baht.” We agreed. After coming out of the silk shop still without any purchases and quite a degree of uncomfortableness, he explained that before we stop at Golden Mountain, we will be going to one more place for us to “Just look around for 10 minutes,” because he receives another 200 baht of gasoline free. We realized from here what we got ourselves into. We were being paraded around like a group of idiots, so that we could be used as tools for a Tuk Tuk driver to get free gasoline credits.

This is when we demanded to be taken to the Grand Palace and left there. After a massive aggressive and rude reaction to this and a fight to demand him to take us back, he left the car, went and smoked a cigarette, and then, speeded to the Grand Palace in rage, and left us without saying one more word.

IMG_0183 After this, we decided that we would only take taxis. This also didn’t work, because in Bangkok, the traffic is so bad, that it took us almost 2 hours to drive from the Grand Palace to Si Lom, where we stayed. Without traffic, it would have taken no less than 15 minutes. I strongly suggest the Sky Train transportation, and boat, as much as possible. However, we learned that you must be aware of boat travel too, because the public boat is just fine, but you will be conned into taking a private boat for hundreds of more Baht because the driver reached YOU before YOU reached the public boat station.  You can’t ever say yes too quickly.

2. Regular Taxi Scams

We were also scammed by a taxi, who wanted to charge us 100 baht for a 2 minute ride in the evening. He had no meter in the car, so there was no way to track the price. Earlier that day we paid 150 baht for the 2 hour taxi ride back home. We refused to pay 100 and gave him 50. He accepted it, after we blew and the fire was unleashed. He wanted to cheat us, because clearly we’re just a group of idiots to him.

3. Sexual Tourism/Prostitution/Sexual Slavery

What tears me apart about Bangkok is the sexual tourism. When I say “tears me apart,” I mean to the point where I  didn’t sleep while I was there, to the point where every last woman holding onto bars, hanging out doors, and even those that remain unseen, were ripping my  beating heart out of my chest.

I read too much about sexual tourism, sexual slavery, Thailand’s human trafficking, and the reality of the millions of women and children that are forced to have sex with over 15 men per night, perhaps even 5 times their age, and are left with a hollow body, where the soul has already escaped them.

You cannot walk 5 feet in Bangkok without men that shove signs into your face that say “Pussy Ping Pong, Pussy Banana Shoot, Pussy “Eel”traction,” Pussy Razor Blade, If you do not know what these are, I trust you either google it or just use your imagination. I’m sorry this is uncensored, but I’m more sorry for the girls that have to tolerate any of these things for less than 100 Baht.

Bangkok's Red Light Source: http://photos.igougo.com

Bangkok's Red Light Source: http://photos.igougo.com

A lot of prostitution is a choice in Bangkok. Not all of the women are forced to sell their bodies. However, for many women, this is one of the only avenues society has offered them. It is even socially acceptable in Bangkok for a poor family to encourage their daughter to support them through prostitution. Those who even desire to leave it choose to fall back into it, because this is the only environment they will have ever known.

Maybe it’s still hard to understand what prostitution means in Asia, it’s even still hard for me. But what I do know is that there is a repulsive and brutal hypocrisy of an “abstinent culture before marriage” and yet more sex slavery and rape here than anywhere else in the world. I encourage anyone who reads this to look up youtube videos or read the books I’ve recommended below.

If you think this picture is disturbing, perhaps we should think about how disturbing it is for her.

If you think this picture is disturbing, perhaps we should think about how disturbing it is for her.

The sexual tourism part of prostitution is only a small fraction of the demand for women in Asia. The majority of the men demanding sex are Asian themselves, and this is neither frowned upon or forbidden to single or married men. A night with a prostitute is often given to young boys on their birthdays when they reach adulthood. Businessmen pay for new partners to enjoy a night of sex during their stay for good business. I would like to remind everyone that I am not generalizing or stereotyping anyone in blame, but the final point of this part of my blog is to just let you know that this behavior by anyone to anyone is sick, monstrous, and horrific.

“I think some foreign men think it’s okay to pay for sex here in Thailand, as they think the girls actually want to do this. But these men don’t understand that most of us have no choice .” -Pim, former Bangkok sex worker

(http://captivedaughters.org)

I encourage anyone to seek knowledge on this and to find some way to either promote awareness or support abolitionists. I also encourage anyone to find a cause that motivates them and to write about it to someone.

Tourist traps, overcharged taxis, sexual tourism and underground human trafficking: I hope that this entry has, at least, made you never want to feel ignorant to what goes on around you in a foreign country, or even your own.

Websites I like:

http://www.humantrafficking.org/updates/

http://traffickingproject.blogspot.com/

http://humantrafficking.change.org/

http://captivedaughters.org/

http://www.hopejewelry.org/blog/

Books I like:

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