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Hi, I am FAS, the picture above this is me. Don't ask me about the name, Terry gave it to me.
Terry has been busy with finals, the “holidays” and being himself, so he has not updated his blog in a long time. Now he is out somewhere with his friends, doing who knows what so, I am doing it for him.
I came to China about a month after he did. I know he bitched about his trip but mine was worse. You trying being fondled by American and Chinese postal workers; I will not mentioned what happened with the baggage handlers on the different planes I was thrown onto. I was very happy when I was put in the same place for a few hours.
I remember when Terry picked me up at the postal station. I had been sitting by what I think was the front desk for quite a while. While I was there I heard these two ladies talking and they kept saying Terry White over and over again. I found out later that Terry had been awaiting my arrival and was not happy with the postal service, I thing he said they stole his shit. One of the ladies called someone else and said Terry’s name, about an hour later I heard this strong masculine voice say something about a package for him. That was Terry. He carried my container to where he lived, I remember he had to walk up a lot of stairs (anytime anyone takes me someplace we have to use stairs, does not seem like fun) but, he seemed happy.
When I was taken into my new home my container was jostled and I began to see sunlight, then I saw a big smiling face (I figured it was Terry). The guy took me out of my box and started tossing me up into the air and running around my new home. I thought good, I am being used like I am supposed to be used. Next, I was taken across the hall and given to a guy called Rodney and he did the same things Terry did with me. I was happy. That is how the rest of my first day went. But, at the end of the day I was put on this big hard thing called a mattress and Terry got in next to me, I don’t know why he used that big fluffy thing and I did not get one.
The next day was strange.
Terry went somewhere for a long time then, he came home and tossed me around, changed clothes and took me outside. (Someone please tell him not to have me in the room when he changes clothes.) Terry and Rodney took me to something called a soccer pitch. They started tossing me around and the next thing I knew there are all of these other guys talking in some strange language I did not understand. I know I was made in China but, I never thought I would come back here so I did not pay attention to the language. Next thing I knew Terry and Rodney are organizing a football game and I was the only ball. Wait this is supposed to be about Terry. Damn, its always about him. Well not this time because I am writing this entry. They played with me for a couple of hours then I was taken home.
The first day there were only 9 people playing football and it seemed like Terry was trying to tell them, and Rodney, how to throw the ball and play the game. I thought it was funny because , the Chinese guys have watched a lot of Australian Rules Football and every time they would catch me they would throw me to someone else. By week 4 they learned that was not the correct way to play with me. After we were done that first day Terry took me home and lounged around for a while; he held me most of the evening.
The first week I was here I spent the night in bed with him. Oh, the horror story I could write about that week. The pictures following this show what my life is like at this school in China. The ones he took of the basketball courts really irritate me, since when does basketball think it is a real sport. The skateboarders don’t bother me much, we all know about those types. I hear him coming into the apartment so I gotta go. I will tell you more about my time in China later.
TTYL,
FAS
(f'ing American sport)
Sorry there is no picture, Terry is leaving for Shanghai this Friday and forgot to put one on here.
Terry has been busy with finals, the “holidays” and being himself, so he has not updated his blog in a long time. Now he is out somewhere with his friends, doing who knows what so, I am doing it for him.
I came to China about a month after he did. I know he bitched about his trip but mine was worse. You trying being fondled by American and Chinese postal workers; I will not mentioned what happened with the baggage handlers on the different planes I was thrown onto. I was very happy when I was put in the same place for a few hours.
I remember when Terry picked me up at the postal station. I had been sitting by what I think was the front desk for quite a while. While I was there I heard these two ladies talking and they kept saying Terry White over and over again. I found out later that Terry had been awaiting my arrival and was not happy with the postal service, I thing he said they stole his shit. One of the ladies called someone else and said Terry’s name, about an hour later I heard this strong masculine voice say something about a package for him. That was Terry. He carried my container to where he lived, I remember he had to walk up a lot of stairs (anytime anyone takes me someplace we have to use stairs, does not seem like fun) but, he seemed happy.
When I was taken into my new home my container was jostled and I began to see sunlight, then I saw a big smiling face (I figured it was Terry). The guy took me out of my box and started tossing me up into the air and running around my new home. I thought good, I am being used like I am supposed to be used. Next, I was taken across the hall and given to a guy called Rodney and he did the same things Terry did with me. I was happy. That is how the rest of my first day went. But, at the end of the day I was put on this big hard thing called a mattress and Terry got in next to me, I don’t know why he used that big fluffy thing and I did not get one.
The next day was strange.
Terry went somewhere for a long time then, he came home and tossed me around, changed clothes and took me outside. (Someone please tell him not to have me in the room when he changes clothes.) Terry and Rodney took me to something called a soccer pitch. They started tossing me around and the next thing I knew there are all of these other guys talking in some strange language I did not understand. I know I was made in China but, I never thought I would come back here so I did not pay attention to the language. Next thing I knew Terry and Rodney are organizing a football game and I was the only ball. Wait this is supposed to be about Terry. Damn, its always about him. Well not this time because I am writing this entry. They played with me for a couple of hours then I was taken home.
The first day there were only 9 people playing football and it seemed like Terry was trying to tell them, and Rodney, how to throw the ball and play the game. I thought it was funny because , the Chinese guys have watched a lot of Australian Rules Football and every time they would catch me they would throw me to someone else. By week 4 they learned that was not the correct way to play with me. After we were done that first day Terry took me home and lounged around for a while; he held me most of the evening.
The first week I was here I spent the night in bed with him. Oh, the horror story I could write about that week. The pictures following this show what my life is like at this school in China. The ones he took of the basketball courts really irritate me, since when does basketball think it is a real sport. The skateboarders don’t bother me much, we all know about those types. I hear him coming into the apartment so I gotta go. I will tell you more about my time in China later.
TTYL,
FAS
(f'ing American sport)
Sorry there is no picture, Terry is leaving for Shanghai this Friday and forgot to put one on here.
