{"id":54,"date":"2006-02-19T23:56:08","date_gmt":"2006-02-19T23:56:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.akumaprime.com\/?p=54"},"modified":"2014-09-30T21:53:32","modified_gmt":"2014-09-30T21:53:32","slug":"a-strange-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/akumaprime.com\/?p=54","title":{"rendered":"A strange day."},"content":{"rendered":"<style type=\"text\/css\">\n.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }\n.flickr-yourcomment { }\n.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }\n.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }\n<\/style>\n<div class=\"flickr-frame\">\n\t<a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/akumaprime\/101610481\/\"  target = \"_blank\"title=\"photo sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/31\/101610481_cf29cb2401.jpg\"  target = \"_blank\" class=\"flickr-photo\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<br \/>\n\t<span class=\"flickr-caption\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/akumaprime\/101610481\/\" target = \"_blank\" >FlowerFly<\/a>, originally uploaded by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/people\/akumaprime\/\" target = \"_blank\" >AkumAPRIME<\/a>.<\/span>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"flickr-yourcomment\">\n\tThis picture was taken in the park that is near my house. I took this picture this morning, right before my day got Weird.<\/p>\n<p>As I left that park, an old man and his grand daughter (5 or 6 years old) see me. He hands me the badminton racket that the girl was holding, causing her to start to cry. I can&#8217;t say no to playing, so we hit for a bit, and the longer we go, the more the little girl starts to cry&#8230; poor kid. I hand the racket back, and the noise and tears subside.<\/p>\n<p>Later that day, in the subway, a police man approaches me and says, &#8221; Sir, I need your support.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I am immediately concerned. First of all, it&#8217;s a policeman, which makes me wary. Secondly, what does he mean support? Who did I have to kill.<\/p>\n<p>&#8221; Support you how?&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8221; You can&#8217;t chew gum in here.&#8221;<br \/>\n\/sigh<br \/>\n&#8221; Oh sorry, I Always forget that.&#8221; I throw my gum away.<br \/>\nNow the weird part. He says, &#8221; Sir, you are better than all the Taiwanese. You really are.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\ud83d\ude15 Huh? My friend and I assumed this to mean that when he asks the natives to throw their gum away, they give him attitude. He wasn&#8217;t being sarcastic; you could tell from his genuine tone.<\/p>\n<p>Later that night, as I walked my friend to the bus stop, a man approached me. He got invasively close to me, one hand palm up, towards me, and the other hidden dangerously in his pocket. He said something to me in Chinese. I was immediately tense. I moved back; he responded by moving in. I looked to my friend. His hand still out, I took it, wary of the hidden hand.<\/p>\n<p>&#8221; What&#8217;d he say?&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8221; He asks if you&#8217;re American.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8221; Meigwo, doy.&#8221; American, yes.<br \/>\nMore incomprehensible Chinese. The more I look at his face, the more I come to realize there&#8217;s something wrong with him. I look toward my friend, who has moved away from this guy.<br \/>\n&#8221; He asks you to say goodbye (ZaiJien).&#8221;<br \/>\nI do. More Chinese.<br \/>\n&#8221; He asks you to call him brother (deedee).&#8221;<br \/>\nSince I now believe him mentally retarded, I say, &#8221; Zai Jien Deedee.&#8221; Good bye brother. He doesn&#8217;t get the clue. More Chinese and a strange look on my friends face. I am able to pick the words KuhAi out. I laugh a bit because I can&#8217;t see how that word will fit in.<br \/>\n&#8221; He asks if he is cute(Kuh Ai).&#8221;<br \/>\nAgain, &#8221; Zai Jien Deedee.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>At this point I&#8217;d humored him enough, and while I was sure he was simply being friendly in a strange way, that hidden hand gave me a healthy dose of fear. I put one hand on his shoulder and pushed him softly in the direction he had come from, past me. He resisted. I pushed harder and he moved away from me. I stepped past him and soon the bus came. I sent my friend on her way, made sure he didn&#8217;t get on with her, and that he didn&#8217;t follow me. A bit paranoid perhaps, but smart I think.<\/p>\n<p>A strange day indeed. Oh, that reminds me. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.eyezmaze.com\/grow\/cube\/\" target = \"_blank\">THIS GAME<\/a> is strange, but Damn fun and creative. But what else could we expect from the genius that brought us <a href=\"http:\/\/www.eyezmaze.com\/tontie\/v1\/\" target = \"_blank\">Tontie<\/a>?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A strange day&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-54","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-is-like"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/akumaprime.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/akumaprime.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/akumaprime.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/akumaprime.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/akumaprime.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=54"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/akumaprime.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/akumaprime.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=54"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/akumaprime.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=54"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/akumaprime.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=54"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}