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miss something? check the archives about me name: n/aaliases: kit, kits, kit kat, the smart girl, foxay, an chin age: 18 location: oakland, ca hobbies: anime, manga, reading, writing, doodling, video games, french horn likes: all of the above, being lazy, mushrooms, cheese, animals, laughing loudly in public dislikes: nuts, stinging/biting insects, religious fanatics, violence, olives contact: coloredink@mailcity add .com wishlist playstation 2car a good night's sleep money stress-free life trigun long colt keychain cowboy bebop dvd box set ipod realistic wishlist dayworld by philip jos?farmerkabuki by david mack lucifer by mike carey lion king platinum edition any indigo girls album long-term obsessions anime/mangayaoi/shounenai writing music animals life and living current obsession(s) triguncurrently reading the gunslinger by stephen kingthe last unicorn by peter beagle currently watching hana yori dango (20)utena (23) gto tv (39) witch hunter robin (18) naruto (49) get backers (27) rose of versailles (19) matantei loki ragnarok (15) scrapped princess (14) peacemaker kurogane (8) shingetsutan tsukihime (3) fullmetal alchemist (6) |
Saturday, January 17, 2004 [link] 09:44 a.m. listening to: nothing Things I need to do today/tomorrow: - find a bike shop. buy a bike. - go back to Oakland Chinatown and buy dishware + Asian food ingredients (tofu, pei dan, hoisin sauce) - go to Albertson's and buy non-Asian food ingredients (eggs, tomatoes, chicken) - call Tang Center for an appointment - do laundry - look into buying/ordering a rice cooker - unpack As part of my new weight-losing regime, I've decided to start cooking for myself more often and eating at the dining hall less, since the food there is, more or less, really fattening and bad for you. Yesterday I cooked my first meal in the communal kitchen downstairs, and it actually went quite well. I am very pleased with myself. I just need to go and get some more dishware and things. Friday, January 16, 2004 [link] 02:52 a.m. listening to: "Seasons in the Sun" - Westlife I'm finally home. That is, in the dorm room. I am still severely jetlagged, but hopefully I can cure that in the next few days before class starts. I am never taking the train from Union Station ever again. Tuesday, January 13, 2004 [link] 02:17 p.m. listening to: nothing I'M HOME I'M HOME I'M HOME **thud** **zzzzzzzz** (In other words, I'm in the States, but I'm not quite "home" yet. "Home" being "the dorm," that is. The postcards were sent last Friday, so I don't expect them to have reached anyone yet. If they have, uh, goody. I'm going to sleep now.) Friday, January 9, 2004 [link] 12:55 a.m. listening to: nothing Still alive. Sometimes I feel a little guilty for enjoying college as much as I am. I mean, I'm having so much fun that I almost feel like I'm not really getting anything out of it. Compared to some of my (overworked, overloaded, stressed-out) friends in other schools, I feel like I'm really just sailing through. Am I being challenged enough? My classes make me think, yeah, but only two of them really gave me any trouble, grades-wise. But maybe I'm worrying too much. It was only my first semester, after all; maybe next semester will be different. Maybe next semester, I'll be in with everyone else, crying and pulling my hair out and wondering when the goddamn madness will end. In other news, I'm really enjoying Malaysia. Sometimes I'm bored out of my skull, and then I work on a puzzle or something (I'm about two-thirds of the way through a 500 piece one). The TV only has four channels and the Internet connection is 28.8 kbps, but I think I could live this way for. . . a while. Everything is very simple here, and people have a way of just making do with what they have and moving on. I think if Bush wins another four years, I could move here. Sunday, January 4, 2004 [link] 04:02 p.m. listening to: nothing I LIVE. And belatedly, Happy New Year! In case anyone is wondering, I rang in the new year sick in bed with a fever. This did not really surprise me, as I really haven't been well since, er, the 21st. Now that I'm away from China, I realize that I. . . really don't like it there. I really don't. I like Malaysia a lot more. There's a lot for me to talk about, but not right now. When I'm home, maybe. Tuesday, December 30, 2003 [link] 11:08 p.m. listening to: the TV Still in Kuala Lumpur. Eating strange fruit that I don't know the names of. Had dinner with a bunch of relatives tonight. Mmmm, GOOD FOOD. I realize that I wasn't too crazy about most of the food I had in China. It was good, but. . . meh. I am a simple soul. I like eating rice and curry in open-air restaurants in the rain. Mmmm, curry. Tomorrow I go to see Return of the King. LIFE IS GOOD. Tuesday, December 30, 2003 [link] 12:02 a.m. listening to: nothing I'm in Malaysia! Kuala Lumpur (yes, I know about the Flash video). On the 31st I'll be headed to Taiping/Aulong/I don't know anymore, where apparently there is also Internet access. In fact, my seventy-year old aunt can converse intelligently about email. I'll be darned. Monday, December 29, 2003 [link] 09:50 a.m. listening to: "Long-Haired Country Boy" - Charlie Daniels Band Malaysia today! Wheeeeee! We'll see how much Internet access I can get there. Hyuck. Saturday, December 27, 2003 [link] 04:44 p.m. listening to: "Still" - Alanis Morissette The Chinese have perfected the art of Selling Things. They'll sell just about anything, anywhere. Those of you who have read Terry Pratchett's Discworld books will know Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler (or Dblah, or whatever he's called in other countries, because he's everywhere). China is full of Dibblers. China also doesn't really understand sarcasm; the Chinese are a pretty literal-minded people, and most of their humor comes from obvious hyberbole rather than subtle wit. Needless to say, my father often confuses people here. And so do I. So, my mother and I went to Xi Hu today, which is the Famous Lake in Hangzhou. If you don't go to Xi Hu when you're in Hangzhou, it's kind of like, uh, going to San Francisco and not seeing the Golden Gate Bridge. Or going to, um, Washington D.C. and not seeing the White House. The road along Xi Hu is full of hawkers trying to sell you various things, from boat rides to tea. I devised several ways of getting rid of them (or at least confusing them long enough for us to get away), which amused my mother to no end. Hawker: Hey there ladies, wanna take a boat ride, c'mon, let's take a boat ride, only-- Me: No. I am from Mars. Boats are bad luck on Mars. **later** Hawker: Hey ladies, how about I take a picture, very cheap, it'll just take a minute-- Me: No. If you take a picture of me, I'll disappear. **still later** Hawker: Hey, how about some tea? Very good tea, we grow it right around here-- Me: I don't drink tea, I drink blood. In other words, I'm actually an alien vampire visiting from America. Makes sense to me. Friday, December 26, 2003 [link] 07:26 p.m. listening to: "Our Deliverance" - Indigo Girls So what with being ill and all, I've little to do but sit around surfing the Web and looking for new and interesting things. In this way I discovered Copper, a series of vaguely related comics. Short, spare, and subtle yet powerful, similar to explodingdog. I think my favorite one so far may be Ruins. And also, Fred the dog is just adorable. Friday, December 26, 2003 [link] 01:45 p.m. listening to: "Bartender" - Dave Matthews Band They're saying I have food poisoning. I remain skeptical, but I'm so tired/weak that I really don't care as long as I get better. I am not allowed to eat anything solid or drink anything cold, so basically I'm limited to broth, congee, and hot tea. Works for me. **sips hot green tea** I'm really sick of being, well, sick. Boy, at the rate things are going, I just can't wait for New Year's. Interesting fact: People, when they learn I'm from America, ask "Are you here to study?" To which I say no, I'm on vacation. They always express surprise at this. "Vacation? Already?" Apparently Chinese universities have their break mid-January or so. Which makes sense to me, seeing as how the Lunar New Year typically falls near the beginning of February, according to whatever calendar we strange Westerners use. Interesting/Horrifying fact: They use IV drips for everything here. Food poisoning? IV drip. Cold? IV drip. Stomachache/Diarrhea? IV drip. The last time my dad got sick here, he says, he conceded to getting a drip and they came up and did it in his hotel room. They didn't have a stand to put the bag on, so they improvised with a lamp or something. Good God. But, he says, he felt like a new man the next day. Thursday, December 25, 2003 [link] 07:58 p.m. listening to: "The Lady of Shalott" - Loreena McKennitt Okay, so apparently I'm not as recovered as I thought. I felt fantastic this morning, went out with my dad and his assistant, ate lunch, and proceeded to spend the rest of the day feeling nauseous. Sudden movements make me dizzy. My mom's coming to visit me tomorrow, since I'm really not well enough to go to her. Yay! It's been a long time since I've been eager to see my mom. Maybe I can go to Shanghai later this week, if I EVER STOP FEELING SICK. Yaaarrgh. Now that I'm reasonably sure it's Christmas everywhere in the world, MERRY CHRISTMAS! Er. Again. Thursday, December 25, 2003 [link] 10:36 a.m. listening to: nothing I FEEL FANTASTIC. Okay, not quite fantastic. But I feel better than I have in days! And that counts as fantastic! **dances** MERRY CHRISTMAS! . . . although it's not Christmas yet for ya'll back in the States. Wednesday, December 24, 2003 [link] 06:20 p.m. listening to: "Boston and St Johns" - Great Big Sea I HATE CHINA. Okay, I don't actually hate China. I just hate being sick in China. I've apparently contracted a parasite of some sort. But I have medicine now, and I'm going to get better, dammit. I'M GOING TO GET BETTER. I want to go home. Except "home" is now currently on Orange Alert (and Los Angeles being a gigantic city is now under ludicrous amounts of security I'm going to be arrested trying to get back into the country argh), suffering from mad cow, and my state is in the hands of an incompetent fool. So maybe I really want to go to Tijuana or something. As a final note, I apparently cope with illnesses in foreign countries by writing smut. This will all seem very funny when I'm home, I'm sure. Wednesday, December 24, 2003 [link] 12:19 p.m. listening to: "Hallelujah" - Leonard Cohen Am incredibly sick. I'm sure I caught it from the initial flight here. Damn I hate being sick, especially in half-furnished apartments in foreign countries. I fell sick on the 21st, thought it was just a cold, and I thought I was getting better. Instead I seem to be getting worse, to the point where I had Dad travel my flight plans to Gueling (I'm sure that's not how it's spelled) because I was too ill to travel. Maybe Mom will come see me instead. I actually hope she does. I want to see Mom. This must be an indication of how sick I am. Sunday, December 21, 2003 [link] 10:54 p.m. listening to: a hastily-assembled mix CD from home My dad just got his new computer set up in his new apartment, so now I have fairly reliable Internet access. . . for, uh, the next day or so. Then I'm off to Shanghai, and from there to places in China whose names I can't spell, and then to Malaysia where I'll probably have virtually no access at all. In other words, you guys had better get your postcard requests in and fast, otherwise you'll have to settle for domestic stamps. :P And if you think I already have your address (other than the two of you who left something in my LJ), well, I don't, because as I said, I didn't bring my address book. Nyahah. I'm so intensely jealous of my dad's computer set-up. I shouldn't design computers for other people that I want for myself. Wednesday, December 17, 2003 [link] 04:58 p.m. listening to: nothing So, here I am in China. Hangzhou, to be precise. And you want a postcard from me, right? Of course you do! But unfortunately, silly me left all my addresses and things on my old computer. So, if you want a postcard, you have to either email me your address or, if you don't mind it being kinda-sorta public, leave it in a comment on my livejournal. I don't know how often I'm going to be able to check my email/LJ, or whether or not I'm going to be going anywhere that has postcards, but I'm going to try! Saturday, December 13, 2003 [link] 10:48 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist The network was down most of yesterday and today. Anger. Tomorrow morning I get on a train for Los Angeles, and then Monday afternoon I get on a plane for China. There's the slight chance I might be able to blog/chat/check LJ tomorrow night, but that chance shrinks to nearly nothing once I'm on the other side of the world. So, uh, this might very well be goodbye until, say, January 15. So. Um. Goodbye! Happy holidays! Friday, December 12, 2003 [link] 02:33 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist Had a dream about Michael Jackson last night, trying to escape the authorities with a small child. The old MJ, though, with a nose that actually looked real. Sometimes my subconscious scares me. Thursday, December 11, 2003 [link] 06:23 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist I think I need to be inebriated. I don't even want to think about my Logic final. I don't understand it when I'm sober, I might as well be drunk. Ha. Ha ha ha ha. Ha. **sob** Thursday, December 11, 2003 [link] 11:53 a.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist So tired that my eyes will not focus properly. Visual Communications final went blaaah. I think I have a B in that class. I no longer care. I have a dork hat. People seem to like it. I like it. Eee. There is a hazardous materials/safety team outside. Presumably some of them are in the building. I am slightly disturbed by this. Tired. Am going to nap for twenty minutes. Then I have to go to my &&^$@! Logic review in hopes that I'll be able to beat enough of it into my brain to not fail my final on Saturday. Phuck. |
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