summer'09 one

I've been away for so long that I'm not sure if the mailman is the same one I've seen since I was a toddler.

Ridiculous how much the inside jokes are still relevant and how small are our circles really are -- Gorg! (come back to my apartment) & never see you again (only to see you the very next day)

and I came home to ridiculous-ness

In New York City, you can...

1. listen to a man vehemently shout about the gun he has in his pocket, shanking someone, and child molesters....to only then discover that he was deliriously yelling into the air

2. have a kid scream at you to take a photo....of him and several other kids grooving it out on a party bus. except not the party bus that high school teenagers take to prom, but what is literally an elementary school bus - that has been painted over in psychedelic colors

3. be interrupted by a man on the obsession that Asian folks have with all things green tea while drinking juice .....at Jamba Juice

thirty

What a bittersweet ending ...




But it's good to be back.

Why Some People Are Gay

I do believe that this article SUCKS, to put it quite simply.

I must be on crack or something when I write these posts; they all seem so overly melodramatic.

Back from three weeks in Southeast Asia and I have concluded that it's really damn hot on this part of the world.

Currently wondering if I was on vacation or if I was traveling. There's a distinct difference I suppose.


I want to go to a rave actually. Maybe that will be my next stop.

twenty-nine

Someone once told me that there are billions of moments in life that are noted by the brain, but only a select handful of them are recorded and stored. And the lucky selection of those memories are apparently the ones that strike a deep resonance within the person.

Of the four months that I have spent in Hong Kong, I remember most clearly the first night here - spent on my window seat overlooking the harbor. A lot of my questions have been answered since that very first night, some with definite conclusions and others with even more questions.

to be continued.

twenty-eight

For this number, I really wanted to write 'and thus concludes Hong Kong.'

But that would be a lie.

After looking at recent photo albums today, a wave of nostalgia hit me. Home is yelling at me; my love for family and friends is getting a bit much again. But I think that there will be an extension of my adventures in Asia for just a tad bit longer.





I came back from mainland China twelve hours ago. And now I'll be flying off to Japan in approximately seven hours.