Rugby 7S should be synonymous with amazing.
Even though it poured and poured and poured until there were puddles in my shoes, and we searched and searched and searched for seats, when we finally sat and just absorbed it all, it was bloody fantastic.
As vain as it sounds, I forgot how hot I thought rugby [and rugby players] are. Right, just a tad superficial...
Anyways, we ended up in the 18 and over section in the South Section. My friends pulled out their flags to represent AMURICAH during the Scotland vs America match. We were surrounded by non-USA supporters [to be euphemistic]. And so as the Scots and the Yanks were duking it out, we got fries, cups, and what I hope was beer, thrown at us.
What a crazy experience.
So I've recovered enough from my stomach flu/virus to start eating again. Maybe enough to hit up a dim sum buffet place. It'll be like heaven, I'm sure. Or it could quite possibly be like the ultimate liquidation of my insides. I've had two meals since 5 AM today - the most I've eaten since Saturday night...it's fucking terrible I hate stomach bugs.
Recently, I've realized, or perhaps it's something I knew all along, that I lose interest a lot faster than normal people. It's not ADHD, but I'd say it's pretty close considering the million to zero things that run through my head ever second. It is somewhat like playing a game - if it's too predictable, I may just drop it, but if it's too complicated, it may not be worth it.
And so, I think tonight I may finally get to bed before the start of a new day...
27 March 2009
22 March 2009
twenty-one
Over the weekend, I went to a small Bryn Mawr alum gathering and just met the most amazing women. From what I gathered, each of these women had established herself in her life....field of work and in her home. It was refreshing too, to be able to hear a Bryn Mawr type of conversation again - whether it related to the topic or just the way it was spoken about. And long story short, I am once again reminded why I fell in love with Bryn Mawr.
21 March 2009
twenty
After looking at the last few posts, I realized that this blog has turned into a jumble of incoherent ramblings leaving my doings in Hong Kong completely ambiguous. So I guess I'll try to stop with that.
Ever since returning from my travels in Malaysia and Thailand, I've slept more than I believe I've ever slept in my entire life. And I still haven't found the motivation to do work. And since I don't remember much of last week, whether that's due to bad memory or something else, I'm not even sure about how time flies by so quickly.
So this week I've been completely bummed out because of the decisions from ResLife. I just always thought that I would end my Bryn Mawr career by making that one last final contribution to the community. Yet, even as emotional as I've gotten by it, it may just be better for next year..
Thinking about my summer has been also been a bit of a bummer. But after thinking for the past couple of days, having a daily plan doesn't seem to be as important anymore. Sitting in an ACed room is nice, but doing bitch work, is not. It's just that prior to Hong Kong, I always put this correlation between summer jobs and my life after graduation.
It kills to wonder how friends and family are doing right now. They do make up a huge part of my life, and being miles away, I feel as if there's a huge gapping void in my heart. All the emails and messages and skype conversations still don't cut it. But I'm sure the homesickness will pass when things start to pick up again.
If I'm not sleeping in Hong Kong, then I'm usually out at night. And to be honest, thinking about going out to the same places and doing the same things kind of irks me. Being there though, is another story. It reminds me so much of home, but at home the repetitiveness has a spark to it. Well actually, that's a bold faced lie, home life is not repetitive.
I think I'll make a conscious effort to start returning to a non-nocturnal life again. Less partying and more exploring. Since arriving here, I've wanted to see more of Hong Kong. ---hiking, museums, and food.
I guess I'll see what happens.
Ever since returning from my travels in Malaysia and Thailand, I've slept more than I believe I've ever slept in my entire life. And I still haven't found the motivation to do work. And since I don't remember much of last week, whether that's due to bad memory or something else, I'm not even sure about how time flies by so quickly.
So this week I've been completely bummed out because of the decisions from ResLife. I just always thought that I would end my Bryn Mawr career by making that one last final contribution to the community. Yet, even as emotional as I've gotten by it, it may just be better for next year..
Thinking about my summer has been also been a bit of a bummer. But after thinking for the past couple of days, having a daily plan doesn't seem to be as important anymore. Sitting in an ACed room is nice, but doing bitch work, is not. It's just that prior to Hong Kong, I always put this correlation between summer jobs and my life after graduation.
It kills to wonder how friends and family are doing right now. They do make up a huge part of my life, and being miles away, I feel as if there's a huge gapping void in my heart. All the emails and messages and skype conversations still don't cut it. But I'm sure the homesickness will pass when things start to pick up again.
If I'm not sleeping in Hong Kong, then I'm usually out at night. And to be honest, thinking about going out to the same places and doing the same things kind of irks me. Being there though, is another story. It reminds me so much of home, but at home the repetitiveness has a spark to it. Well actually, that's a bold faced lie, home life is not repetitive.
I think I'll make a conscious effort to start returning to a non-nocturnal life again. Less partying and more exploring. Since arriving here, I've wanted to see more of Hong Kong. ---hiking, museums, and food.
I guess I'll see what happens.
16 March 2009
nineteen
"With every step someone takes, she is on the brink of catastrophe."
When I heard this last year, I thought 'maybe this physical explanation applies to more than just walking.' Too bad there aren't any real anthropology courses at this uni.
The twix bar I'm eating tastes like it's been soaked in a vat of butter.
When I heard this last year, I thought 'maybe this physical explanation applies to more than just walking.' Too bad there aren't any real anthropology courses at this uni.
The twix bar I'm eating tastes like it's been soaked in a vat of butter.
15 March 2009
08 March 2009
seventeen
it's 6:14 AM and I am back from exploring southeast asia
---am very slowly working on the emails. last night, I found out that heroes had started playing again and I've missed out on the past nine episodes. it was as my life was on the brink when they told me!! two full months have passed since being in hong kong and I'm not sure where all the time has gone, really. in one of the classes I do attend, we talked about our consciousness over time and how regulated our lives are. a bit scary, perhaps.
I lucked out on my travels - I am still alive. After four hospital visits, motorbike accidents, infected mosquito bites, and sketchy people, I just have a slight limp and several wounds. Pretty much lucked out. Everything that I've ever been warned against, have had slight to major objections to, or have questioned the relativity of, was broken or experienced in some way. Like how parents tell their kiddies to never accept rides from complete strangers - done. Or how much of a bad idea it is to drive without a license - yet again, done. And how it may not be such a good idea to domesticate wild animals, like tigers, in a petting zoo - even the Thai monks said done.
For the past couple of weeks, I've wondered what apologies, guilt, and trust really mean. is there really satisfaction in any of it ?
thai floating market -
you sit in a boat, they pull you over with a clawed stick and you bargain for presents and food!
---am very slowly working on the emails. last night, I found out that heroes had started playing again and I've missed out on the past nine episodes. it was as my life was on the brink when they told me!! two full months have passed since being in hong kong and I'm not sure where all the time has gone, really. in one of the classes I do attend, we talked about our consciousness over time and how regulated our lives are. a bit scary, perhaps.
I lucked out on my travels - I am still alive. After four hospital visits, motorbike accidents, infected mosquito bites, and sketchy people, I just have a slight limp and several wounds. Pretty much lucked out. Everything that I've ever been warned against, have had slight to major objections to, or have questioned the relativity of, was broken or experienced in some way. Like how parents tell their kiddies to never accept rides from complete strangers - done. Or how much of a bad idea it is to drive without a license - yet again, done. And how it may not be such a good idea to domesticate wild animals, like tigers, in a petting zoo - even the Thai monks said done.
For the past couple of weeks, I've wondered what apologies, guilt, and trust really mean. is there really satisfaction in any of it ?
thai floating market -you sit in a boat, they pull you over with a clawed stick and you bargain for presents and food!
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