I loved WordPress and didn’t want to leave, but I did. Now I’m back at WordPress! But wait, not this one. I installed WordPress on a free host and now I can use my own domain with WordPress. The new blog is at www.asiania.net and it is WordPress powered! The best of both worlds.
Hey all. I decided that I like blogging too much to stop. It just really helps me vent and think better. But I also realize I can no longer follow with this blog. It’s just too… cold to me. I need something more personal. So I’ve moved my blog to Blogger. I have my own domain name, and the freedom to customize it all (it only cost me $2.19 total!). My new site is at www.asiania.net. Make sure you type in the www, because at the moment, asiania.net doesn’t point straight to the blog (Update: It does now!)… I’m hoping to fix that soon though.
The new blog is definitely going to be different. I will still post on Asian in America things, but I’ll also post a lot more about how I feel. Because what is the point of such a blog if a true Asiania can’t show you what life is like? Anyways, the tone of the blog is probably going to be much different. Thanks for reading, everyone, and I hope that you’ll continue to do so.
-Gary Mei
Have you ever taken a project so far that you just can’t continue on with it anymore? Like editing a photo, where if you change it anymore, it ruins it instead of improves it. Or composing a sheet of music, and you’ve added all that you could without bloating it. Things have limits. Have I reached mine? I’m seriously contemplating ending this blog right now.
This blog had a direction in the beginning. It was basically about anything that relates to Asians, specifically Asians in America and what it’s like to be that. But with every new post, I find it harder to run out of things to write about. There is a limited amount of “Asian in America” issues and my own experiences being “Asiania”. Yes, slightly over 50 posts isn’t even close to reaching that limit. But I’ve reached the end of my patience.
Having a small reader base is one thing that bugs me. On average, there’s 20 unique people who visit this blog every day, and 40 page views per day. A lot of these pageviews are from people who searched up “asian guys are small” or something similar. It makes me laugh a bit, but it also reminds me that my readerbase isn’t that big.
The pageviews and visitor stats don’t bother me as much as I probably made it sound. As long as there are people that are dedicated readers, I am happy. But seeing a .wordpress.com after asiania makes me feel like a loser. Seeing the weak theme makes me feel horrible. I want something more. I want my own domain name (asiania.com was taken, but if I could, I’d take asiania.net) and the ability to customize the theme. Customize it so that it wows everyone. But sadly, I cannot afford hosting at this moment. I’m 15, in debt already (my parents are gonna kill me when they see my school debt), and I don’t have a job.
But the biggest reason I don’t want to continue with the blog anymore is that I feel like I’m deviating from the path I set for myself. The whole purpose of the blog, I completely ignore sometimes. Sometimes, I want to blog about just how I feel, or what’s happening to me at the moment. But it’s not something that’s not very readable. Who wants to read about my day? We all have better things to do.
I’ll be thinking over whether or not to end the blog over the next few days. But no matter what choice I come to, I would still like to thank you all for reading. Thank you, readers that googled a term and found the site and read a little of what I had to say. But more importantly, thank you, readers that have kept coming back to check if I posted anything new. You guys kept me going. But I think that I might be unable to continue anymore. I’m going to sleep now. Hopefully, the morning will bring brighter thoughts.
-Gary Mei
Damn, I’m tired. It’s summer, so I don’t sleep early. Usually sleep at 2, because who can afford to waste precious free time?? It’s ok though, cause I get to wake up extra late (no obligations at all this summer… But if any of you guys are in Chicago and you got a job for me, I’m interested!). But today, my mom woke me up at 9 and told me I’d have to go work at their (my parents’) restaurant today.
So a reader recently commented on my post about dumb Chinese superstitions, and he attacked a few things, but I’m ok with most of them because as human beings, we are all entitled to opinions. Most of his objections were reasonable, but he also wrote “If you are under 20 then don’t read the rest of this because you are probably not mature yet”. Does my age matter?
What job do Chinese immigrants take when they come to America? More often than not, they work in Chinese restaurants. But what if you didn’t want to conform to this stereotype? Well, you’d better have good English skills, because there’s not many opportunities for most. You’ll perish in America unless you have unique skills, or unless you conform to expectations.
Hey guys. So for the last two days, I was working at my parents restaurant. It was mainly out of a deal I made with them, and also because my uncle who recently came from China is learning how to work at a restaurant and they need me to help up there while he gets a feel of things.
I was with my dad in the car on the first day as he was getting supplies for the day, when I saw someone loading food into the back of another van. Now, in Chinatown, the people who load the food on are usually either Mexican or Chinese. But the man I saw was white…
Bananas and Twinkies. Most of you guys probably heard of these terms before. There might be more (I don’t keep up with these things), but they all mean the same thing: Asians who act white. But no matter how much they act white, can they ever really be white?
Chinese people must not follow the laws too often in China… Either that, or they never break them. The concept of getting back at someone who broke a deal with you doesn’t seem to be deeply ingrained in their minds. It’s as if they feel like if they get conned, they can’t do anything about it. But of course, in the amazing U.S. of America, you can’t backstab anyone without consequences.
Maybe it’s just my family. But I think that Chinese women argue way too much. Yesterday, my dad wanted my mom to sign some papers. For some reason, there was some tension. My dad later came up again, took a look at the papers and saw there was one signature missing, and asked my mom to sign it. My mom just stared at the TV, and my dad repeated his request. My mom continued to ignore him, and my dad finally raised his voice. And the argument then started…
