After the storm

I find these two posts online while I'm furiously microblogging from this room that I locked from the inside, to not let him keep on shouting bad things to me:
"When two people really care about each other, they will always look for a way to make it work, no matter how hard it is——两个人若是还在乎对方,无论多难,都会为爱找到出路的。"
And
"If you love a girl, it's better to fight for her happiness than to abandon her for the sake of her happiness. 爱一个女孩子,与其为了她的幸福而放弃她,不如留住她,为她的幸福而努力。"
He's kept on banging at the door and shouting for half a hour while then he finally went to the gym and I seeked refuge in the virtual world again, where I'm in total control of what happens around me.
I want to send these and let him read.
He's angry, he's always angry at me.
No matter what I do, I'm always wrong.... Why???

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Luxe and revelation

The meeting has been prolonged to an endless dinner, luckily I've had many phone calls and texts to answer to keep me busy and make me look like the successful business woman I'm not (but I'm desperately eager to become).
Well you know? I just got an opportunity to get closer to one of the supermillionaire ladies.
She wants a handsome English teacher for her son and I've found the perfect tall dark sexy British-Italian teacher for her. Done!
They exchanged numbers, tomorrow I will meet him for debriefing and they will start classes later this week, perfect!
I'm so excited about this!
But also a bit worried because I know that Mr. Diamond will have to instruct me, brief me is the right term, as he believes I'm nothing more than an useless little lazy girl...
Oh yes, I've been terribly lazy for the past few years.
I've done little more than nothing in the last 3 shitty years spent in China.
Occasional escorting, teaching and marketing/promo have done nothing but to destroy my self confidence an self-respect.
Yes escorting....
In that "illegal" way.
Shhhhhhhh
It's a secret of course.
It's THE SECRET.
But try to put that on a side for now.
I can be labelled anything but a prossie. I don't think like one, I don't even look like one. Ok, sometimes I look like one if I'm going clubbing hahaha. (Who doesn't on a special event night? In a good way obviously).
My only huge image problem here in Asia is that I look like a Russian.
Ok, now you all must be so curious... Where am I from?
Looooong looooong looooooong story.
I'm 200% Western European, part British, part Italian with some French ancestry thrown in for colour and diversity.
But I still bloody look like a Russian which is not the most desirable thing in Hong Kong, Tokyo or Beijing.
Do I need to explain why?
I'm not sure but I'm getting bored writing so I think I will skip the social studies class tonight.

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Bling Bling and craziness in Beijing

Three hours later, I'm at a crazily luxurious place called "Chateau Star River" to meet Mr. Diamond's business friends. While he's talking about laundering their millions I walk around the lobby taking pics and making phone calls. Just a short while ago I was outside the lobby's door talking on the phone when I noticed a guy in a SUV gesturing at me to go closer to him. I turned around to make sure he wasn't calling somebody else, no he was really calling me. Gesturing and calling out loud!!! Crazy!!!! I went back to my friends table, then I started feeling restless and I wend back to the lobby. I couldn't help going out and checking whether the crazy guy was still there. He was there in his car but he seemed preoccupied with something else. I took a picture of him for you to see. You can see the grey white SUV on the opposite side of the road.... I'm not sure about the picture quality... It's a mobile phone pic.. Well it's an expensive phone but it's not a proper camera....
I feel bored and tired. So much jewelry and 50k US$ bags around the table... Bling bling... I still feel envious at times.

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Carpe diem

Even if it's going a bit better these days - having been able to avoid arguments with Mr. Diamond - today I had two shitty (North America "educated") Taiwanese guys shout abuse at me... Culminating with "go back to fucking Bulgaria" after which I even got pushed by one of them. I recited back my whole repertoire of the worst swearwords both in Chinese and English back at the two pooheads. So what did I do? I had Mr. Diamond to come, incidentally wearing a full black "Triad-Yakuza" style ensemble, to make them apologise.
I didn't actually get the satisfaction of hearing them say it, because he wanted me to wait outside the restaurant's door. Shit I hate this habit. If there's a problem I have to go somewhere else while Mr. Diamond talks and if and when I'm right I never get the satisfaction of the apology!
Now, one hour later, I still feel powerfully annoyed finding myself eating at a Taiwanese restaurant.
Gosh I almost threw my food up!
Can u believe it?
I started to like slimy pork knuckles tendons.
It's for the collagen in it.
I need to look younger....
Ah the perennial problem!!
I think I started being worried of getting old at 17 or 18.
The thing started when someone told me "ahhhh you'll never be this beautiful and fit again un your life" when I was 16.
At the time I was going through my most violently rebellious period of my teens....
Ah I could tell you so many crazy-funny stories of that time of my life.
I used to dream of a free, unbound life in the far East watching Wong Kar Wai's movies.
And now I'm living my dream...
Ahhh shit I still can't appreciate how good my life actually is.
I have this constant worry of not having enough time.
Of running out if time.
Being tight for time.
Seize the day....
Tempus fugit.
Carpe diem!!
Ahhhhrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Uuughhhhhhhhhh

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Empty promises - Empty time -- and no car

Ahhhhh me and my lateness, what a disaster I am.
It even was more difficult than usual to find a taxi today.
I'm starving and I open a sweet "mooncake" pie packet that i preserved from the festival and give the a pie a bite, but then I hear the thunder sound of a Ferrari, the bolid passes by and the taxi driver doesn't even turn his head.. It's a massive 458 testarossa and nobody turns heads. This is Beijing! So many luxury cars that one stops to notice.
When I first started dating my boyfriend he was wearing diamonds everyday and he drove 4 different luxury cars: a Mercedes Benz (most expensive model available), a BMW (one of the most expensive model available), a Porche Cayenne (most expensive model available) and a Bentley (most expensive model available) all with special sport tires. Now he has reduced the amount of worn jewellery and the cars are now an Aston Martin, an Audi and a Range Rover (both most expensive models available).
And guess what? At the beginning I got offered my favourite car, a Maserati Quattroporte complete with a driver, then after a few months I've been promised the exclusive use of one of the cars available, ending up waiting hours a day for rude drivers with stinking taxis.
I really can't understand how these fragile looking pale faced skinny Chinese ladies can manage to get their Lamborghinis, multimillion flats and jet set lifestyles from their boyfriends or husbands.
I had to admit it, my dream has always been that, being rotten spoiled by a rich guy.
Is it my lateness?
It may well be.
Now that I've just past my thirties I'm starting to realise how to play some of the stinking rules.
I've finished my mooncake pie.
I'm feeling slightly sick.
I'm 45 minutes late on my appointment.
It's bad.
Why do I have to be late all the time? My lateness expands in every aspect and activity in my life.
Is this an illness? It's a dysfunction for sure.
I remember struggling with being punctual since I have memories. I suspect it comes from my dad. I was told once that method, punctuality, accountability and discipline in general is taught by one's father.
Is it true???
My dad is often late. But at least he manages to get up "earlish" every day, while I could be called.. what is the term for it?
Recreational sleeper, it is.
What makes things worse my boyfriend is as bad as me at enjoy and indulging in sleeping late and he often argues that we're really bad influence to each other.
Despite all, my disfunction has been getting better in the past couple of months.
After the long summer stay in Europe I've been fighting my sleeping addiction.

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Locked from the inside of the room, seeking refuge

I find these two posts online while I'm furiously microblogging from this room that I locked from the inside, to not let him keep on shouting bad things to me:
"When two people really care about each other, they will always look for a way to make it work, no matter how hard it is——两个人若是还在乎对方,无论多难,都会为爱找到出路的。"
And
"If you love a girl, it's better to fight for her happiness than to abandon her for the sake of her happiness. 爱一个女孩子,与其为了她的幸福而放弃她,不如留住她,为她的幸福而努力。"
He's kept on banging at the door and shouting for half a hour while then he finally went to the gym and I seeked refuge in the virtual world again, where I'm in total control of what happens around me.
I want to send these and let him read.
He's angry, he's always angry at me.
No matter what I do, I'm always wrong.... Why???

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fighting dragons!! In the middle of the road!

Look at this post I found online: fighting dragons!! In the middle of the road! But it's not in China.... In here only people fight in the middle of the road, and they're mostly couples....
It sometimes even turns violent...
Pretty scary stuff... And no one does anything the least take pictures!
I think next time I see a guy being violent with a woman I will film them and post them online, since I can't do anything else to intervene.
Hopefully I'm raising awareness on a social problem that no one seem to care about....
Hopefully if and when I will have a violent argument with Diamond in the middle of the road somebody else will give me a hand here in China........

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Blogging, writing, posting, living la vida virtual!

There's no Facebook in China.
Thank God!
Otherwise I wouldn't do anything at all but spending all my time on the Internet!
But of course there are alternatives to it..
P1 instead of facebook, weibo instead of twitter and this is the only blog that's not banned here. Otherwise I would have preferred wordpress or blogspot, where I would have had more chances to be spotted and read.... And therefore share more!

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