jetlag again

hong kong was amazing amazing amazing. i don't really feel like writing more about it right now, maybe another time. i leave again in less than 48 hours for 3 weeks.

on another note, i found this to be quite fitting (though Gawker, and many others, find the site to be useless...wait, did i just blog about a blog about a blog?):

"In addition to accumulating sexual partners, binge drinking, drug use and learning, white people consider studying abroad to be one of the most important parts of a well rounded college education.

Study Abroad allows people to leave their current educational institution and spend a semester or a year in Europe or Australia. Though study abroad are offered to other places, these two are the overwhelming favorites.

By attending school in another country, white people are technically living in another country. This is important as it gives them the opportunity to insert that fact into any sentence they please. 'When I used to live in [insert country], I would always ride the train to school. The people I'd see were inspiring.'

If you need to make up your own study abroad experience, they all pretty much work the same way. You arrived in Australia not knowing anybody, you went out to the bar the first night and made a lot of friends, you had a short relationship with someone from a foreign country, you didn't learn anything, and you acquired a taste for something (local food, beer, fruit). This latter point is important because you will need to be able to tell everyone how it is unavailable in your current country.

It is also important that you understand the study abroad ranking system. Europe/Australia form the base level, then Asia, then South America, and finally the trump card of studying abroad in Tibet. Then there is the conversation killer of studying abroad in Africa. If you studied in Africa, it is usually a good idea to keep it quiet, it will remind white people that they were too scared to go and they will feel bad. Use this only in emergencies."

-stuffwhitepeoplelike

this is where i am, though i'm still not sure how i got here.

where am i...

...and how did i get here...

i was looking at old photographs yesterday, all trapped in the Pictures folder of my computer. it was strange to look at those photos, mostly because of the intense nostalgia i felt. is that a sign of getting older? or is that a sign of not currently being in a nostalgic moment?

either way, that esquire.com "fictional reporting" article on heath ledger was one of the best things about his death that i have read. the irony of it got right to me - a posthumous diary telling us not to speculate, while the whole thing fictionally speculates on non-fiction occurrences.

i want to live in amsterdam and work in a coffeeshop there.