thirteen

I just remembered that I left Indian food in the fridge...two weeks ago.

That is really a 'my bad!'



This video is somewhat akin to how I want to reflect on my life. wow what an awkward sentence... Anyways, it just reminds me of those slice of life epiphany type movies like Garden State and Lars&the Real Girl. ----a paradox of something epic but mundane for the protagonist just aimlessly living in a cardboard box?

Twelve

i iz xc slackerz.

This is getting a bit out of hand; I wrote a cover letter and sent it in while I was still drunk :(



Further adventures in Asia, to be updated later.
[But next up: When Kelly Jumps Off the Tallest Building in Macau]


MC hammer

Eleven

So I haven't slept in the past twenty-four hours.

I spent part of the night in the hospital waiting for my friend to wake up from 'food poisoning' and listening to a drunken grown man cry in Cantonese over broken love.

Ten

& this is what happens at home.

It's officially been a month since I left New York.

My view from the library window is of buildings and mountains. But even at the library, I still end up not working...

By the end of this semester, I'm sure my teeth will have rotted from all the Chinese/Japanese milk candies I've eaten. I go through a pack a day, too bad they don't make patches for people addicted to sugar.

Eating all this candy reminds me of how my dad used to tell me that he had to brush his teeth with twigs when he was younger. Then again, he would always end the story by shoving toothpaste and a toothbrush in front of my face, so maybe not.

Best fireworks show I've watched:

She's actually taller than me, in real life.

Nine

Hitchhiking in Europe?!

nice...Bush and shoes

Hong Kong has been an endless vacation, or maybe it's because I'm actually on vacation right now that it feels this way.

It's been a superficial life so far and I've been content - just not sure how much long this will be satisfying for. My daily log should probably read as: wake up, go out, sleep, and repeat. Not that it isn't loads of fun...

I've always wanted to go out and do something meaningful for others and this feeling is starting to nag again. But I guess the first step begins with me. Quick road to becoming a humanitarian, much? Perhaps.

Eight

The view from my high school was a field where kids smoked pot. And in L.A.? This.


Marvin Harris makes me wonder if the Chinese clean before New Year's because it's ecologically advantageous or if it's because they are extremely superstitious. Maybe a bit of both? Thank you anthropology.

It feels like the Twilight Zone in my hall because barely anyone has stayed and I've been cooking gourmet ramen to feed myself. Yes, gourmet.

Lunar New Year's at the Batman Building

I desperately want to go to Luang Prabang more than anywhere else in the world.

Seven

Guiya, China

The first 'what the hell am I doing in HONG KONG' moment I had was the first night here, watching the harbor from my window seat.

And then last night, I had my first 'OMG, I am here across the world in ASIA' moment at Ebenezers. Ebenezers is a kebab place. The best kebabs I've ever had, actually. How ironic.

My roommate moved in last night but I thought she had gone home for Lunar New Year's. Shock of my life when I got back at 5 AM and there's a sleeping body next to the door.

I dried my jeans in the washing machine four times and they still weren't dry after those four hours.


Since arriving, my germaphobia has increased tenfold. Every time someone coughs without covering their mouth [using their sleeve], I cringe and shuffle away. Those 'sar's' masks are really fashionable, by the way. I'm also really conscious of whether hands have been washed before meals, when people have extremely long and dirty fingernails, and the state of their teeth. I feel like those crazy ladies on the subway who put down napkins on their seats before planting their butts down. Like my mom.