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6.15.2009
How long has this been going on- Carmen McRae
5.05.2009
4.19.2009
I can't see it coming down my eyes, so I gotta make this song cry
Woke up this morning to the bleakest, most depressing sky I've ever seen. I guess spring has arrived, because it rained for the first time last night since I arrived. The rain hit my face as I was eating ma la tang, these hot pot style veggies and meat on a stick, the best street food on this side of the wall. It was 2 am and we had been celebrating the birthday of a friend in Shanlitun, a concentrated stretch of laid back bars where drinks are cheaper than water, people spill onto the streets, and chaos is the order of the night. We started the night in style at the grand opening of The Emperor bar, the rooftop terrace of a boutique hotel located in a hutong overlooking the forbidden city. BAAAM. It's as sick as it sounds. Atmosphere was Malibu meets Tang dynasty, people just stepped out of vanity fair. There was a free flow of champagne, wine, and martinis, with delicious canapes that I could barely keep up with. But I did. And I would have done better if every time I had a drink in my hand, the birthday boy hadn't taken it from me and pounded it back in the blink of an eye. I'll let it slide for the occasion, but you all know better than to steal blinis out of my hand!
The night got progressively sloppy as we ended up wolfing down fries and 15 kuai mojitos on the street in Shanlitun. Then we danced obnoxiously on stage at a seedy joint called Bar Blu and when our exchange theme song "I will survive" the final fantasy edition came on, the noise we made was next levz.
Yeeaaaaaaahhhh.
Some time later I got hungry and tired and that's how I ended up sitting on a wobbly stool in the rain dousing hot sauce on my skewers. I'm pretty sure everything tastes better on a stick. And when it's spicy TOFUUU and soysauce eggggggg its just stupid good. Like, honestly... you're blowing some serious mind in my mouth right now good. After I got my fill, I was sufficiently wet from the first rainfall of the year that I smelled like dog and smoke. Then I found Cat and we made the obligatory Bellagio stop to round out our evening with delicious Taiwanese shaved ice dessert goodness. Mmmm tower of finely shaved ice doused in condensed milk and showered with red beans, tapioca, and candied pineapples. Best and surest way to brain freeze.
Earlier this week I started my job at the hotel. First day was intimidating as hell, as I was passed off from manager to manager until finally I found my place in the executive club, where I was to do my first rotation. The manager looked visibly annoyed at the prospect of babysitting me and sighed extra loud as he brought me to get my uniform (Yes I wear an outfit that looks like memoirs of a geisha as a sanitation worker) and sign my forms at HR. But I worked my charms and spewed some brilliance in our conversations and he realized that I wasn't some freeloading brat who got away with 3 days at work each week just because I knew the CEO. By the end of the week he was practicing English on me, taking me on his smoke breaks, which were every thirty minutes, to ask me about management advice and getting me to interview new candidates for the job. Not a bad job, but definitely showed me some subtle and not so subtle nuances about working in China versus the west. Such as the rigid hierarchies, and the implied rather than the vocalized.
Wednesday night I went to the 2nd annual Beijing Contemporary Dance festival held by the school where I'm taking classes. It was the most spectacular display of expressive dance I've ever seen in my life, and the best part was they were all Chinese dancers. That's what I mean about this city being world-class, none of these dancers are famous on the international sphere, but they are the top class in China, and number and calibre of them blow my mind. Contemporary dance in China is also interesting because it is so emotional, and in a country where communication is supressed more than encouraged, watching the dancers express such raw emotions with fluid grace really stuck out for me. Then on the way home I met up with friends Dan and Henri for drinks at a bar for Henri's birthday, which quickly moved to a seedy student club downstairs that is infamous for being the mother of all evil hangovers this side of the student ghettos. Wednesday nights are open bar nights with a five dollar admission for girls and about 15 for guys, and no joke the booze they serve is more or less lethal. Clearly second grade stuff poured into the real bottles, but ask any of the hundreds of people mauling the bar on Wednesday nights if they care and the answer is helllls no. Somehow stumbled home and relished my glorious morning of NO WORK the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that.
Now I sit here on Sunday night, with my macroeconomic book opened to page one, thinking that I should study for my exam on Wednesday, blogging instead, and dreading the thought of WORK IN THE MORNING.
In other news, I made me a delicious meal of mung bean clear noodles, dried tofu, and pickled vegetables in a sweet and spicy black bean chili sauce today. All in five minutes and without turning on the stove. I'm such a cordon bleu chef in training. The food network is already lining up a show. It will be called The Naked Szechuan Contessa. Pay per view only. byaaaahhhhhh.
The night got progressively sloppy as we ended up wolfing down fries and 15 kuai mojitos on the street in Shanlitun. Then we danced obnoxiously on stage at a seedy joint called Bar Blu and when our exchange theme song "I will survive" the final fantasy edition came on, the noise we made was next levz.
Yeeaaaaaaahhhh.
Some time later I got hungry and tired and that's how I ended up sitting on a wobbly stool in the rain dousing hot sauce on my skewers. I'm pretty sure everything tastes better on a stick. And when it's spicy TOFUUU and soysauce eggggggg its just stupid good. Like, honestly... you're blowing some serious mind in my mouth right now good. After I got my fill, I was sufficiently wet from the first rainfall of the year that I smelled like dog and smoke. Then I found Cat and we made the obligatory Bellagio stop to round out our evening with delicious Taiwanese shaved ice dessert goodness. Mmmm tower of finely shaved ice doused in condensed milk and showered with red beans, tapioca, and candied pineapples. Best and surest way to brain freeze.
Earlier this week I started my job at the hotel. First day was intimidating as hell, as I was passed off from manager to manager until finally I found my place in the executive club, where I was to do my first rotation. The manager looked visibly annoyed at the prospect of babysitting me and sighed extra loud as he brought me to get my uniform (Yes I wear an outfit that looks like memoirs of a geisha as a sanitation worker) and sign my forms at HR. But I worked my charms and spewed some brilliance in our conversations and he realized that I wasn't some freeloading brat who got away with 3 days at work each week just because I knew the CEO. By the end of the week he was practicing English on me, taking me on his smoke breaks, which were every thirty minutes, to ask me about management advice and getting me to interview new candidates for the job. Not a bad job, but definitely showed me some subtle and not so subtle nuances about working in China versus the west. Such as the rigid hierarchies, and the implied rather than the vocalized.
Wednesday night I went to the 2nd annual Beijing Contemporary Dance festival held by the school where I'm taking classes. It was the most spectacular display of expressive dance I've ever seen in my life, and the best part was they were all Chinese dancers. That's what I mean about this city being world-class, none of these dancers are famous on the international sphere, but they are the top class in China, and number and calibre of them blow my mind. Contemporary dance in China is also interesting because it is so emotional, and in a country where communication is supressed more than encouraged, watching the dancers express such raw emotions with fluid grace really stuck out for me. Then on the way home I met up with friends Dan and Henri for drinks at a bar for Henri's birthday, which quickly moved to a seedy student club downstairs that is infamous for being the mother of all evil hangovers this side of the student ghettos. Wednesday nights are open bar nights with a five dollar admission for girls and about 15 for guys, and no joke the booze they serve is more or less lethal. Clearly second grade stuff poured into the real bottles, but ask any of the hundreds of people mauling the bar on Wednesday nights if they care and the answer is helllls no. Somehow stumbled home and relished my glorious morning of NO WORK the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that.
Now I sit here on Sunday night, with my macroeconomic book opened to page one, thinking that I should study for my exam on Wednesday, blogging instead, and dreading the thought of WORK IN THE MORNING.
In other news, I made me a delicious meal of mung bean clear noodles, dried tofu, and pickled vegetables in a sweet and spicy black bean chili sauce today. All in five minutes and without turning on the stove. I'm such a cordon bleu chef in training. The food network is already lining up a show. It will be called The Naked Szechuan Contessa. Pay per view only. byaaaahhhhhh.
4.07.2009
I have been praying for this
Some throwback to "Below the Heavens" as Blu collabs with Exile in "LoveLine(s),DedicatedToLastFe'vrier". This duo is beyond genius.
4.06.2009
a list
1. Saw the best of mongolian folk music live the other day. It was haunting, and throaty, and celtic, and when I closed my eyes I could smell the grass lands and hear the horses in the distance. Hanggai on Myspace.
2. Beijing in springtime is a vision in blossoms. Every street is spotted with the beautiful trees. Even the most haggardly barren branches of winter have turned a new leaf and sway in the wind with milky white petals. I want one in my room.
3. I wish I had known earlier you could perm the roots of your hair and create a lift-effect so that you never have to tease and blowdry for volme again. Only in China can you do this for under 20 dollars.
4. I love The Zombies. Colin Blunstone was the shiz in their prime. Can't say his face or vocals have aged well with time. Let me just preserve you in the golden era of Oddyssey and Oracle...
What's your name...Who's your daddy?
5. I got a job, as a special assistant to the executive director of a 5 star hotel in Beijing. Not sure exactly what I'm doing yet, and if you wonder how I got this job its all about the 'guanxi'. Hollllaaaaaa.
6. So I was on a golden age of rock n' roll youtube binge when I came across this old Del Shannon song, and it reminded me of the time in my life I was doing exciting things in music and have missed that so much since. My boyfriend at the time was a skinny emo skater who introduced me to gems like Runaway and White Rabbit, and we even formed a band covering the Jefferson Airplanes and White Stripes. I may or may not have posters from our first promos kickin around.I was singing scat solos in a jazz choir, playing drums for a band, practicing Chopin nocturnes four hours a day, and feeling energetic. I want that feeling back.
2. Beijing in springtime is a vision in blossoms. Every street is spotted with the beautiful trees. Even the most haggardly barren branches of winter have turned a new leaf and sway in the wind with milky white petals. I want one in my room.
3. I wish I had known earlier you could perm the roots of your hair and create a lift-effect so that you never have to tease and blowdry for volme again. Only in China can you do this for under 20 dollars.
4. I love The Zombies. Colin Blunstone was the shiz in their prime. Can't say his face or vocals have aged well with time. Let me just preserve you in the golden era of Oddyssey and Oracle...
What's your name...Who's your daddy?
5. I got a job, as a special assistant to the executive director of a 5 star hotel in Beijing. Not sure exactly what I'm doing yet, and if you wonder how I got this job its all about the 'guanxi'. Hollllaaaaaa.
6. So I was on a golden age of rock n' roll youtube binge when I came across this old Del Shannon song, and it reminded me of the time in my life I was doing exciting things in music and have missed that so much since. My boyfriend at the time was a skinny emo skater who introduced me to gems like Runaway and White Rabbit, and we even formed a band covering the Jefferson Airplanes and White Stripes. I may or may not have posters from our first promos kickin around.I was singing scat solos in a jazz choir, playing drums for a band, practicing Chopin nocturnes four hours a day, and feeling energetic. I want that feeling back.
3.16.2009
chinese reggae and russian bar fights...
Long hiatus from the blog. I've been without internet in China's northern most province this past weekend, Heilongjiang. It is as barren as you can get in China, with one of its few claims to fame being the city of Harbin, which can only be described as neon lights and ice. It is on the Russian border and gets many of its architectural influences from its neighbour. I wanted to visit Harbin before it warms up because I hear the city is pretty much useless when there's no snow scenery. There was actually an ice sculpture festival a few weeks back which we unfortunately missed, and the remnants of which are now off limits to visitors for safety reasons. So we made do by just looking at the melting ice castles from afar. Basically we tried escaping Beijing's frosty weather only to end up in a city 20 degrees colder.
Harbin is an 11 hour train ride away, and a big group of us took a hard sleeper overnight last Thursday. The hard sleepers are the budget of the sleeper trains and feature an open cabin with rows and rows of three tiered bunk beds about half a meter wide and half a meter apart. We were all assigned the top bunk, which is the worst considering the roof is so low you can't sit up in bed. Instead we opted to create ruckus in the dining car with cheap Chinese rice alcohol and Vodka in honour of the Trans-Syberian railway. The workers and poor Chinese travellers were not so amused.
The city is a massive hazard to itself. City council has never heard of snow removal or salt as a melting agent, and every street is thickly paved with shiny black ice. Sightseeing on the first day consisted of slipping and sliding through the downtown monuments, wiping snot, and trudging around with miserably wet shoes and feet. The next day we went to the Japanese Germ Warfare Museum, and let's just say I would not want to go there if I were Japanese. The articles on display were from the second world war when Japan occupied parts of China and used Harbin as a biological weaponry research ground, using instruments for human torture that were provocatively disturbing, but I probably could have done with a more reflective and less anti-Japanese message.
Harbin's other attraction is the many bath houses scattered around the city, ranging from seedy houses with neon lighting to 4 star hotels promoting the most luxurious of hedonistic relaxation. We hit up a place that was recommended by our hotel concierge and just melted in its luxury. For 38 RMB ($6) you could stay in the spa all day, take a warm bath, play pool, lounge in your own bed with personal dvd player, receive a massage, get your body beauty-scrubbed by women in bikinis and combat boots, enjoy three meals a day of all-you-can-eat seafood, and get your every wish attended to by the keen staff. Well, not every wish as our friend discovered when he asked his masseuse to marry him and move to Holland.
The city knows how to live.
The last major attraction was a Siberian Tiger Park, where hundreds of tigers are on display in fenced fields, and you get to buy live chickens, pheasants, and even goats to feed the tigers and watch them fight over the kill. Not exactly everyone's cup of tea, I know, but I was more engrossed by the sheer animalistic carnage than horrified by the cruelty we were promoting and paying to enjoy. The boys thought it was the most awesome thing they'd ever seen... Peta could have had a field day, but the way I see it, it was a mirrored reflection of the wild. The animal kingdom works around a hierarchy and survival is a luxury reserved for the fittest. No? lol... I should stop digging myself a hole.
This is one for the "Only in China" category.
Harbin wasn't the most exciting of cities, and it definitely could be less of an eye-sore, if only they took down half of the tacky lights stringing every lamp post and tree. But the experience of China's coldest city, the amazing company to do it all with, and the ridiculous laughs that came with it, made it a weekend to remember.
Pictures to follow soon.
For now, here's a video of the Lions of Puxi, a reggae group from Shanghai who sing in Chinese, English, and French. Totally rad. I went to see them perform live at Yugongyishan, this sick live music venue located in a Hutong last week, and was blown away by the sheer goodness. Enjoy =)
Harbin is an 11 hour train ride away, and a big group of us took a hard sleeper overnight last Thursday. The hard sleepers are the budget of the sleeper trains and feature an open cabin with rows and rows of three tiered bunk beds about half a meter wide and half a meter apart. We were all assigned the top bunk, which is the worst considering the roof is so low you can't sit up in bed. Instead we opted to create ruckus in the dining car with cheap Chinese rice alcohol and Vodka in honour of the Trans-Syberian railway. The workers and poor Chinese travellers were not so amused.
The city is a massive hazard to itself. City council has never heard of snow removal or salt as a melting agent, and every street is thickly paved with shiny black ice. Sightseeing on the first day consisted of slipping and sliding through the downtown monuments, wiping snot, and trudging around with miserably wet shoes and feet. The next day we went to the Japanese Germ Warfare Museum, and let's just say I would not want to go there if I were Japanese. The articles on display were from the second world war when Japan occupied parts of China and used Harbin as a biological weaponry research ground, using instruments for human torture that were provocatively disturbing, but I probably could have done with a more reflective and less anti-Japanese message.
Harbin's other attraction is the many bath houses scattered around the city, ranging from seedy houses with neon lighting to 4 star hotels promoting the most luxurious of hedonistic relaxation. We hit up a place that was recommended by our hotel concierge and just melted in its luxury. For 38 RMB ($6) you could stay in the spa all day, take a warm bath, play pool, lounge in your own bed with personal dvd player, receive a massage, get your body beauty-scrubbed by women in bikinis and combat boots, enjoy three meals a day of all-you-can-eat seafood, and get your every wish attended to by the keen staff. Well, not every wish as our friend discovered when he asked his masseuse to marry him and move to Holland.
The city knows how to live.
The last major attraction was a Siberian Tiger Park, where hundreds of tigers are on display in fenced fields, and you get to buy live chickens, pheasants, and even goats to feed the tigers and watch them fight over the kill. Not exactly everyone's cup of tea, I know, but I was more engrossed by the sheer animalistic carnage than horrified by the cruelty we were promoting and paying to enjoy. The boys thought it was the most awesome thing they'd ever seen... Peta could have had a field day, but the way I see it, it was a mirrored reflection of the wild. The animal kingdom works around a hierarchy and survival is a luxury reserved for the fittest. No? lol... I should stop digging myself a hole.
This is one for the "Only in China" category.
Harbin wasn't the most exciting of cities, and it definitely could be less of an eye-sore, if only they took down half of the tacky lights stringing every lamp post and tree. But the experience of China's coldest city, the amazing company to do it all with, and the ridiculous laughs that came with it, made it a weekend to remember.
Pictures to follow soon.
For now, here's a video of the Lions of Puxi, a reggae group from Shanghai who sing in Chinese, English, and French. Totally rad. I went to see them perform live at Yugongyishan, this sick live music venue located in a Hutong last week, and was blown away by the sheer goodness. Enjoy =)
3.10.2009
3.05.2009
It's the end of the second week, and the last night of course add/drop. I have sat through interesting ones like development economics, the study of characteristics of developing countries and the process of development. Especially interesting from the Chinese perspective. Esepcially interesting when the professor has no concept of political correctness and at times lets slip sweeping generalizations. I like it so much in fact, that I spent considerable time on a paper due today. The topic was whatever we would like to write on development economics. The only other component of the class grade is a presentation on whatever we like on development economics. I am getting the idea that the professor does not like a lot of planning.
I wrote mine on inequality traps, and the many complex, multi-layered forms including gender, social and cultural inequalities that exist in developing countries, repeatedly preventing lower groups from realizing their full potential. A prime example was the repressive caste system prevailent in Nepal, where the social networks are often so rooted in cultural customs and unyielding in their rigidity that they can be called a resource that is unequally distributed between the poor and the rich.
My second class is intermediate macroeconomics, and it's pretty whatever. Third is the course Global Business Team Analysis Project where the professor had done so little planning for the course he forgot to read the syllabus and discover that it was supposed to be taught in english. I rallied up a team of exchange students to see him this week and offer to write him an english case on cross-cultural communication. He surprised us all by being well-prepared with a hefty assignment in hand; a research paper on Disney World. Like, really Professor Shi? Do it seem like I'm looking for an easy way out of doing work? It's not like I'm on vacation here. And what is this you say about potential on-site research in Disneyland Hong Kong? Definitely asking too much of me.
My fourth and final class, Introduction to Commercial Science, is only during the last four weeks of the semester, which leaves me with only two classes a week right now. Which makes for excellent opportunity to explore the city on my off days. This weekend will be spent in Beijing on Saturday and Tianjing, a nearby town, on Sunday. Tianjin is very small, and its only claim to fame is being the birthtown of these delicious pork buns called Goubuli baozi. There is not much else there to see so we will head back in the evening. But since I just worked myself out a sweet schedule, I am definitely better equipped to travel. Next week's agenda will be to head to wherever CTrip decides to put on flight sales. Hopefully it will be somewhere warmer, because earth to global warming?? Arn't you supposed to be all up in our bidnass?? Instead this feels as cold as Canada, and incredibly enough it seems to be getting colder everyday.
I listen to this to keep me warm.
Utterly beautiful.
Everything good comes from Sweden. Ikea, meatballs, ABBA, H&M, lingonberry jam, Robyn, my roomate, and Lykke. I asked my roomate how to pronounce Lykke's name. The proper Svedish vershion, I wanted, and apparently it's Looh-keh Li-h. She's so bomb. But of course you would be, if your father and mother were in Swedish punk rock bands, and you bust out Tribe like you were born with it.
I wrote mine on inequality traps, and the many complex, multi-layered forms including gender, social and cultural inequalities that exist in developing countries, repeatedly preventing lower groups from realizing their full potential. A prime example was the repressive caste system prevailent in Nepal, where the social networks are often so rooted in cultural customs and unyielding in their rigidity that they can be called a resource that is unequally distributed between the poor and the rich.
My second class is intermediate macroeconomics, and it's pretty whatever. Third is the course Global Business Team Analysis Project where the professor had done so little planning for the course he forgot to read the syllabus and discover that it was supposed to be taught in english. I rallied up a team of exchange students to see him this week and offer to write him an english case on cross-cultural communication. He surprised us all by being well-prepared with a hefty assignment in hand; a research paper on Disney World. Like, really Professor Shi? Do it seem like I'm looking for an easy way out of doing work? It's not like I'm on vacation here. And what is this you say about potential on-site research in Disneyland Hong Kong? Definitely asking too much of me.
My fourth and final class, Introduction to Commercial Science, is only during the last four weeks of the semester, which leaves me with only two classes a week right now. Which makes for excellent opportunity to explore the city on my off days. This weekend will be spent in Beijing on Saturday and Tianjing, a nearby town, on Sunday. Tianjin is very small, and its only claim to fame is being the birthtown of these delicious pork buns called Goubuli baozi. There is not much else there to see so we will head back in the evening. But since I just worked myself out a sweet schedule, I am definitely better equipped to travel. Next week's agenda will be to head to wherever CTrip decides to put on flight sales. Hopefully it will be somewhere warmer, because earth to global warming?? Arn't you supposed to be all up in our bidnass?? Instead this feels as cold as Canada, and incredibly enough it seems to be getting colder everyday.
I listen to this to keep me warm.
Utterly beautiful.
Everything good comes from Sweden. Ikea, meatballs, ABBA, H&M, lingonberry jam, Robyn, my roomate, and Lykke. I asked my roomate how to pronounce Lykke's name. The proper Svedish vershion, I wanted, and apparently it's Looh-keh Li-h. She's so bomb. But of course you would be, if your father and mother were in Swedish punk rock bands, and you bust out Tribe like you were born with it.
3.02.2009
sweet jesus and jay dee in heaven
Three years since Dilla's leave of absence.
Miguel Atwood-Ferguson weaves magic with a 40 piece orchestra, interpreting jay dee's finest at Cal State on Feb 22.
I die. Now.
Suite For Ma Dukes EP now out on itunes benefiting ma dukes and lupus foundations.
I've been playing this song non stop tonight:
2.26.2009
2.23.2009
2.18.2009
sort of like a dream...no, better
I'm beautiful, I wasn't born to follow. I live just for today. What i've got in my head, you can't buy, steal or borrow. I believe in live and let live. I believe you get what you give.
Via Air France on Myspace
The windmills are for you Hea-v D.
Via Air France on Myspace
The windmills are for you Hea-v D.
2.01.2009
Moi Je Joue
This video embodies everything that makes my cheeks tingle and heart levitate just that much when I think of Paris in Spring. Complete with bicycles, haute couture, macarons, getting swept off your feet by
That's so gonna be me in T minus 2 years.
I heart Miss Cherie and this promo by homegirl Sophia Coppola is delish!
1.21.2009
lordy lord
Emancipator escaped from the Underground Railroad Chain Gang in the 11th century. He invented the hot air balloon, with which he chartered the Amazon River. He invented wine.
Emancipator found the formula for the crystallization of ice during a quiet Japanese winter. He perfected the art of agriculture. He can climb trees faster than you.
Emancipator bleeds ambrosia. He discovered Iceland. He can breathe underwater.
Emancipator lives in a fortress made of moon rock. His presence attracts songbirds. He can recite all the digits of pi.
via
An electronica/trip hop group from Portland Oregon, this shit's ice !
Emancipator found the formula for the crystallization of ice during a quiet Japanese winter. He perfected the art of agriculture. He can climb trees faster than you.
Emancipator bleeds ambrosia. He discovered Iceland. He can breathe underwater.
Emancipator lives in a fortress made of moon rock. His presence attracts songbirds. He can recite all the digits of pi.
via
An electronica/trip hop group from Portland Oregon, this shit's ice !
1.18.2009
mad decent
oh shit. This must be the smoothest track I've heard in a long time.
If you havn't heard Exile, must. listen. now. The beat is butter
If you havn't heard Exile, must. listen. now. The beat is butter
craptacular
so my ipod busted.
This has been like my worst nightmare since I started changing computers and realizing that if it busted, i'd lose 30 gigs or 5000+ songs aka my life and blood.
and since I'm so fantastically poor at the moment I will just have to resort to subsistence via internet. Thank god for youtube playlists. And if Santa decides to do a victory lap I'd like an ipod touch. With all my songs back. Preeze and thank you.
I've been feeling this lately
The Belin brothers are sickk. They got their name Living Things from a 60s poster that said "War is not healthy for children and other living things".
I'm flying to Sichuan tonight with momagao, apparently its actually winter there. Shucks I was just getting used to tank tops and short shorts. Chinese New Year is also sposed to be a big deal so I'm quite curious to see what the whole shebang is about. Including the "spending time with family" part. The family and relative deprived I.
Alright some more photos for ya soul
the obligatory spread eagle jump
Phew, that was a sunrise and a half. Poon Hill is a jewel, and trekking up at the ungodly hour OF 4:30AM was worth it.
xo
This has been like my worst nightmare since I started changing computers and realizing that if it busted, i'd lose 30 gigs or 5000+ songs aka my life and blood.
and since I'm so fantastically poor at the moment I will just have to resort to subsistence via internet. Thank god for youtube playlists. And if Santa decides to do a victory lap I'd like an ipod touch. With all my songs back. Preeze and thank you.
I've been feeling this lately
The Belin brothers are sickk. They got their name Living Things from a 60s poster that said "War is not healthy for children and other living things".
I'm flying to Sichuan tonight with momagao, apparently its actually winter there. Shucks I was just getting used to tank tops and short shorts. Chinese New Year is also sposed to be a big deal so I'm quite curious to see what the whole shebang is about. Including the "spending time with family" part. The family and relative deprived I.
Alright some more photos for ya soul
the obligatory spread eagle jump
Phew, that was a sunrise and a half. Poon Hill is a jewel, and trekking up at the ungodly hour OF 4:30AM was worth it.
xo
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