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Things about Tusker!

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Bangkok was the best vacation I've ever had in 2.5 days.

By 11 am on the first day I'd already had a full days adventure and I hadn't even dodged fireballs, wrapped my sweaty head in toiletpaper or met the elephant yet.

But I had danced and sang with the school kids.

things about crushes

can I get Mark Ruffalo in a box? 

What would my customs and duties charges be for that?

things about meaning well

they mean so well.  you know, it is Thanksgiving after all.  but it just isn't like what how grandma does it. 

so in honor of having the gweilos [cantonese for white ghost] celebrate their first American holiday in Honkers, they took us out to "American Food" for lunch.  Dude...  Ribs.  Lamb chops.  Caesar Salad.  Lamb-sicles.  Potato skins.  Pulled Pork Sandwich.  French Onion soup.  The Thanksgiving Lunch Set, turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, peas.  Apple Pie.

Only we shared it all.  Chinese family style.  So everyone got a little bit of everything, even the little slice of pie. 

If this is my Thanksgiving lunch, I want to stuff myself.  Shove the breadcrumbs up my bum.  Pop.  My turkey timer is done, isn't it?

This drives daddy to drink.  Sometimes I just want my own sandwich and salad and don't want to share.  meh. 

However, the hunt for true turkey legs continues this evening.  Team Thai Turkey takes off on Kenya Airways for Bangkok at 2145 hours!  We will be hunting for turkeys or LadyBoys, whichever comes first.  Maybe a pit stop or two for a spa or some mango sticky rice.  TTT meets at Airport Express around 1900 where the boozing commences.  I mean... if we're going to fly on Kenya Airways, we should have a little liquid courage beforehand, right? 

things about bananas

i ate one.  no three.  Philippine Emperor Bananas with Nutella.

i didn't die.

this is huge.  someone call my mom. 

things about culture

it is odd how living abroad alters your perceptions.  you know about what is normal and what is odd.

there are no americans here so i feel like such a minority, and you know what else.  I never knew that americans had such a recognizable facial structure.  maybe not so much as the Aussies (hello dark hooded eyes and hook noses!) but until you are the absolute minority you don't really notice these things. 

I am also beginning to notice the culture.  there is culture for sure, but it is different.  take music for instance, you only hear the same Bob Sinclair song no matter where you go, so much so that my friends and I have dubbed it the hong kong theme song.  You would think that these people had no idea what indie rock was.  We are so buried in world, electronica, and reggae, and 5 year old hip hop that nothing else matters. 

What does matter is money and looking pretty.  I have never felt so under dressed or unattractive in my life. 

the culture of beautiful is burying this city alive. 

and i'm allergic to the air so i have to do truly unattractive nasal sprays every morning to ensure that I can breathe. 

gorgeous.

things about cheezburgers

seriously addicted to Lolcats.