Another International Sad-Sigh

Went to Canada this weekend with my girlfriends.  The trip was really fun, until we attempted to cross back into the US.  We were “randomly” selected for a full car search at the border and “randomly” I (with my Uzbekistan and Kazakhstan visas) and my friend who has a student visa from Yemen, 4 stamps from Oman, and stamps from Qatar and Dubai were “randomly” interviewed by Homeland Security.  Pointed statements included “Did you go to Syria?  No?  Good” and some strange remarks about the “Islamists” in Norway.

But it was totally “random,” as they told us about 10 times.  And so that flag I heard them talk about that may or may not be on my passport now is totally “random” too, I bet.

Sad.Sigh Down Under – Parts 6,7 and 8

Hi Dudes.  Sorry for my absence.  I was in the mountains/on a lake w/o access to the internets, which was probably the most Sad Sigh thing of all.  (Or rather, the fact that I was constantly bemoaning the lack of internet access instead of enjoying the breathtaking scenery was probably a bit more Sad Sigh.)

This is only half of what I need to post, but we’re in Queenstown for another 2 days, so I should be able to catch up soon.  (Also Sad.) Continue reading

Butchered at the tailor

Sorry, Daniel, for making this public before you got to privately grieve, but I just had to post this.

Last week, Daniel and I had a townie afternoon that started with Rojoz and ended with wanting to die after shopping for a bit too long at Valley Fair and Santana Row. In between, we went to a tailor I had found on Yelp, one of the higher rated places in San Jose. I had four pairs of jeans to get hemmed, and Daniel had a hole that he wanted fixed. After a confusing conversation with two store owners he went ahead and decided that the “small patch” they would use plus sewing the hole shut would be a safe fix for his pricey designer duds.

The following Tuesday I went and picked up our jeans, paid, and went home. That’s when I saw it. The hot tranny mess they had turned Daniel’s jeans into. I called him, he didn’t pick up. I texted him, to try to soften the blow, and warned him I was not joking. I thought I had it bad that my jeans were hemmed slightly shorter than desired although they’re definitely still wearable. Daniel’s jeans, on the other hand, are highly questionable.

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

I’m not really sure what is going on here, but it’s a confusion of thread and uncraftsmanlike conduct. It’s very possible that the thread will “melt away” when ironed, but something tells me that they either did not like Daniel’s attitude or they’re just completely moronic tailors who did not know how to fix the jeans and went apeshit. Anyway, this is Daniel’s first look at his ruined jeans and here’s hoping this can be reversed. Admittedly, if you’re not the victim, it’s pretty hilarious that you could walk into a tailor with a small problem and walk out with this. But for a tailor to botch a patch job this badly is fairly unreal.

Sad.Sigh Down Under – Part 4

11.18.08 – Taronga Zoo, Oxford Street/Darlinghurst

Rachel, Jamie’s friend from The JC was supposed to leave to head back to the States this afternoon.  However, before she was to do that, we decided to go to the Taronga Zoo, on Sydney’s North Shore.  Jamie, who’s been to 167 zoos whilst she’s been here, (including world-famous Australia Zoo of dead-via-stingray Steve Irwin fame), opted out on account of her general lameness. Continue reading

A Kiwi I Am!

Okay folks.  I’m on hiatus.

But not really.  I’ll be gone for 3 weeks, traipsing my hot ass all over Australia and New Zealand.  Given my penchant for hot accents, my boyf’s permission to go about kissing Antipodean strangers, (seriously B, what were you thinking??), my terrifying fear of long flights, (my stupid fucking direct flight from JFK to Sydney is 22-and-a-half-hours!  Makes me wanna die!), and my lack of tact, I’m sure something SadSigh worthy will come up, so I’ll be using this blog as a staging platform from abroad to fill my useless friends in on what is going on.  Check back, often!  (If only to drive our ad revenue up.)

Oh, and since my hot ass will be missing for several weeks, you should all know that I still hate you in the interim.

Much love,

Chinese.