Sinful Blasphemy — I don't know what verisimilitude mean in English
Today when I was going to meet Zeyer the church Caucasian as promised (by me), I was met by another missionary. This one I didn't care much and just walked pass, yet without disrespect, as he didn't stand out as much as if you'd compare one to a race I more rarely saw, aka a Taiwanese. Asking me about do i know my purpose in life and shit.
I rejected to turn a hair. Saying I had to go now, in which he said it would be a quick corner.
But I insisted no like a teenage girl exclaims no to a rapist half her age.
And so I went to head to the noodle bar I was gonna get my dinner had before meeting Zeyer the missionary-position Caucasian.
Then approached by two ladies. One young and feckable, one old and withered.
Same questions.
I showed them the leaflet I got earlier from that uninteresting Taiwanese missionary male, yet this time showed a rather emphasized interest, because well.... She is fockable.
For some reasons I agreed this time to let them walk me to their church.
I'll leave out the details but I basically left them impression of me being a Korean, by replying yes to the question "Are you a Korean?"
We talked along the roads. They tried to dig more details about me, and I managed to utilise my creativity this time, and authored my own life all over in minutes they asked through improvisation.
So now I am a 20 year old Korean student from Seoul, is an Architecture and Urban Planning Sophomore student living in Taiwan for two years. Capable of speaking three languages: Korean, Japanese, and English.
My Chinese name is 李嘉庆, and I am an atheist.
In the conversation I mentioned seemingly as joke that I was fucking hungry and they had to stop me.
They promised me pizzas and chocolate cookies to bring home if I went and visited their church with them.
They took me to the second floor, called two other guys via phone to rush here as they had found a candidate, for whatever that was, and through the either thin wall or my eavesdropping, "he was Korean" was one of the words I could make out of their eloquent language.
Everything excluding the conversation with me, was in Chinese, of course. Exception for that feckable pornogirl as she doesn't know English at all, out of the now seven people surrounding me, from thin air.
Two — three. I was now sat on a chair with three males in a cosy study room.
Again we got to "know" each other as I recited the character I had created ten minutes before, and I was served fresh orange juice, then plate of three sushi pieces: maguro avocado roll, salmon mentaimaki, and aburi salmon nigiri.
I'd have estimated the appetizer cost around $3.
$6 with fresh orange juice.
I said appetizer....
We read through lines and lines from a booklet, they were enthusiastic and I played along.
At the end of the reading I was invited to a baptism quarter which, seemed to me, like a normal public toilet and they further explained about baptism and pointed to the decent bathtub I thought I was gonna had free shower. But no, with an insistent tone, they told me it was not compulsory and let me a few days if I need to think. I could sense their persistence beneath the hood covering their spoken "not-compulsory".
I told them this is a big decision to me and I needed to consult my girlfriend beforehand for this kind of stunt.
This, is, getting baptised.
They finally eased up and let me go.
They packed five pizza slices on my way to the door. Yes, five. Although smaller than normal 8 inches. But yeah, five.
Now on my road back, chomping on my pizzas, I was still bewildered on what the heck had transpired and it was as mysterious to me to understand my origin in this universe as their reasons for this eccentric insistence towards metamorphosing me into something else spiritually.
What did they earn performing this. I thought to myself, until I was chased again and stopped by that f*ckable ahole riding a motorbike (as I was walking) in the midst of going-home road. She insisted to exchange number and when I made nonetheless convincing excuses for the nonexistent of my phone, she asked for FB. I acted like I hadn't used FB in years and through struggling, the memory of tinkering with it was coming back.
I provided her with the real FB owner of 李嘉庆。(my brother)
And of course, I will contact them again as soon as I consult my girlfriend about this, like I promised.
Only that.
I don't have a girlfriend right now.
One thing I'm deeply disappointed is, of course, the unfulfilled promised chocolate cookies.
I rejected to turn a hair. Saying I had to go now, in which he said it would be a quick corner.
But I insisted no like a teenage girl exclaims no to a rapist half her age.
And so I went to head to the noodle bar I was gonna get my dinner had before meeting Zeyer the missionary-position Caucasian.
Then approached by two ladies. One young and feckable, one old and withered.
Same questions.
I showed them the leaflet I got earlier from that uninteresting Taiwanese missionary male, yet this time showed a rather emphasized interest, because well.... She is fockable.
For some reasons I agreed this time to let them walk me to their church.
I'll leave out the details but I basically left them impression of me being a Korean, by replying yes to the question "Are you a Korean?"
We talked along the roads. They tried to dig more details about me, and I managed to utilise my creativity this time, and authored my own life all over in minutes they asked through improvisation.
So now I am a 20 year old Korean student from Seoul, is an Architecture and Urban Planning Sophomore student living in Taiwan for two years. Capable of speaking three languages: Korean, Japanese, and English.
My Chinese name is 李嘉庆, and I am an atheist.
In the conversation I mentioned seemingly as joke that I was fucking hungry and they had to stop me.
They promised me pizzas and chocolate cookies to bring home if I went and visited their church with them.
They took me to the second floor, called two other guys via phone to rush here as they had found a candidate, for whatever that was, and through the either thin wall or my eavesdropping, "he was Korean" was one of the words I could make out of their eloquent language.
Everything excluding the conversation with me, was in Chinese, of course. Exception for that feckable pornogirl as she doesn't know English at all, out of the now seven people surrounding me, from thin air.
Two — three. I was now sat on a chair with three males in a cosy study room.
Again we got to "know" each other as I recited the character I had created ten minutes before, and I was served fresh orange juice, then plate of three sushi pieces: maguro avocado roll, salmon mentaimaki, and aburi salmon nigiri.
I'd have estimated the appetizer cost around $3.
$6 with fresh orange juice.
I said appetizer....
We read through lines and lines from a booklet, they were enthusiastic and I played along.
At the end of the reading I was invited to a baptism quarter which, seemed to me, like a normal public toilet and they further explained about baptism and pointed to the decent bathtub I thought I was gonna had free shower. But no, with an insistent tone, they told me it was not compulsory and let me a few days if I need to think. I could sense their persistence beneath the hood covering their spoken "not-compulsory".
I told them this is a big decision to me and I needed to consult my girlfriend beforehand for this kind of stunt.
This, is, getting baptised.
They finally eased up and let me go.
They packed five pizza slices on my way to the door. Yes, five. Although smaller than normal 8 inches. But yeah, five.
Now on my road back, chomping on my pizzas, I was still bewildered on what the heck had transpired and it was as mysterious to me to understand my origin in this universe as their reasons for this eccentric insistence towards metamorphosing me into something else spiritually.
What did they earn performing this. I thought to myself, until I was chased again and stopped by that f*ckable ahole riding a motorbike (as I was walking) in the midst of going-home road. She insisted to exchange number and when I made nonetheless convincing excuses for the nonexistent of my phone, she asked for FB. I acted like I hadn't used FB in years and through struggling, the memory of tinkering with it was coming back.
I provided her with the real FB owner of 李嘉庆。(my brother)
And of course, I will contact them again as soon as I consult my girlfriend about this, like I promised.
Only that.
I don't have a girlfriend right now.
One thing I'm deeply disappointed is, of course, the unfulfilled promised chocolate cookies.
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