Living in the city, every day is full of rude encounters and occurrences. It's hard to be polite to one person when plenty of others have been rude to you. These encounters mostly border on mishaps, a slight or large encountence into another's private space. If you bump into someone while both of you are rushing it is hardly something to apologize for. If someone forgets to say please or thank you, it is also nothing to sneeze at. Shouting or yelling in public, or in a common public area is only rude if the others around you recognize that it is so. In all public rudeness, its not that big of a deal if the aforementioned actions were objective to the public as a whole. After all, who can blame a person for being rude, when you have been guilty of the same treason?

The situations described above are certainly cases which I can forgive. In other cases I cannot forgive someone who is rude without any stimulus. It happened to me tonight as I was on the train to go home. I had pretty much spent myself during the day and wanted to feel the comfort of home. There were 4 friends (2 men, 2 woman) who were sitting a bit away from me. Their age range seem to be 35-40ish. They were being extremely rude on the train by speaking loudly and drinking beer. I say that they were rude, because in the public definition of rudeness, this applies, but I was not bothered by them. Their boisterousness reminded me of my friends and I when we traveled the train. In fact, I had spent the whole train ride looking out the window and making faces at myself. I had been oblivious to their existence, except when the woman had put some luggage on the rack above me. She was very nice at the start of the trip, helping a stranger with his luggage, too. I had thought at the time, "It's ironic that the taller, younger man is asking the shorter woman to put up his luggage." It wasn't chauvunistic or anything like that. She was standing up already, and it wasn't a bother to her at all.

Towards the end of the trip, the woman wanted her luggage down. She got up to take the stranger's luggage down first, and then hers. I watched the luggage as it slid off the rack. I enjoyed it because it was something that was interesting to see in all of the whole train ride. I had watched the luggage with what I supposed was an expressionless face. This face was brought to the woman's attention. She reassured me, "It's not going to hit you, don't worry about it." I didn't reply because I didn't feel that there was a need to. I had complete trust in the woman's strength; she did toss the bags up there like it was no problem, and the luggage was no where near me. If anything, it would have hit the man in front of me. I was watching the luggage not in fear, but in awe. This apparently irked the woman, because she said, "It's not going to hit you, so relax." I felt that she was very defensive at this point. Since I had not said anything or made any face at all, I was thinking, "Can't she let me be?"

This would have ended the story, and it would have been just another train ride if not for these next words from the woman, "Spaz". Being the rude woman that she is, of course she said it loudly. What surprised me wasn't that she called me a spaz, since I have never been called that before. I was in shock at the utter ease that she'd say it to a stranger who had not done anything to irk her, that her audacity for common decency was so low.

In hindsight I can understand why the expression on my face would scare her to a point of insecurity. It was completely devoid of any emotion. A face such as that is the stereotype of someone who is slow in the mind. Perhaps she thought I couldn't understand English so she can say whatever she wants to me. Her comment brought me back to my senses. After a few seconds I got up and asked her to apologize to me. She didn't. I didn't know how to deal with something like this, since I usually ignore the random people who hassle me in Brooklyn. They are crazy. That's my take on those people. Yet this woman, who is definitely not gentle in years, also seemingly sane, in front of all her friends has said something so rude. My first thought was, "Aren't her friends embarrassed for her uncommon indecency?"

She would not apologize to me, so I took a different route. I badgered her with questions on why my expression weirded her out. "See, I was making faces at myself to see my reaction, and that was the first reaction I got from someone else, tell me why did it scare you so much?", I said. She basically told me to get out of her face. I felt her insecurity growing by the minute as I stood over her, with my hand on the seat in front of her. She didn't like me, nor the looks of me, I gathered. I continued to drone on about my expressions. It amazed me how much I scared her. In writing this, I felt that I should have done more to stab her emotionally. Perhaps I should have exclaimed at her rudeness and asked whether she had a mother. Then I would say that of course I would not insult her mother, since she must've had a hard time raising this woman. I would then say that this makes me even more glad that it is Mother's Day tomorrow, that I can be thankful to my mother for the great job she had done in raising me to not be rude and to stand up to those who are rude to me, and then the cake that I bought for her would not suffice in the least bit to thank her for her hard work.

I really wished I said all that, but I had to get off at my station. I had a bit of trouble with the door as I was leaving, which made her say, "Look, she can't even open the door!" I felt that she was a sadistic woman. How is she able to face herself every single day? How are her friends able to stand her? I hope that this woman never bears children nor has in any contact whatsoever with any children, in hopes that she will not taint others to be like her. I can easily say that she is a racist red neck hick who has no soul, but to me it's more powerful to say that she is rude. After all, being a racist red neck hick, one lives by their own protocols. By being rude, you lose all privileges of decency towards you.

AsLaN O NaRnIa: but one thing i don't get was why superman wasn't as smart as lex luthor, if the human species have advanced so far that their intelligence is beyond comprehension
AsLaN O NaRnIa: because brainiac warned superman against lex luthor, saying he'll talk superman into suicide in 14min because he was a level 9 intelligence
AsLaN O NaRnIa: superman can do everything incredibly ffast, but there wasn't an instance where he showed that he was actually truly smarter, or just plain smarter than average
Akira Ayaname: super man i s aboyscout haha
Akira Ayaname: just cause technology advances doesnt mean everyone gets smarter
AsLaN O NaRnIa: but the actual human race evolved to a higher intellect
Akira Ayaname: also its a comic
AsLaN O NaRnIa: no, i have to have a geeky discussion about this as if superman really did rule the world
Akira Ayaname: and at the end u figure superman is just a man
Akira Ayaname: with super powers
Akira Ayaname: thats why hes an interesting hero to write
Akira Ayaname: it took a while before people wrote him as smart enough to use his powers well
Akira Ayaname: like now if doomsday came and ever tried to kill him again
Akira Ayaname: he would kick his ass
Akira Ayaname: superman was stupid n fist fought him ahahahah
AsLaN O NaRnIa: nooo, im not talking about the superman legacy, and who he is, im only talking about the red son
Akira Ayaname: yeah but even in red son
Akira Ayaname: hes just a man
AsLaN O NaRnIa: but a man who was highly evolved
Akira Ayaname: he just came back in time instead of from another planet
AsLaN O NaRnIa: his dad was the smartest luthor of them all
Akira Ayaname: yeah but still
Akira Ayaname: intelligence isnt genetic
AsLaN O NaRnIa: he should have been just as smart, if not more
Akira Ayaname: n he was a child when he was sent back
AsLaN O NaRnIa: its half and half
AsLaN O NaRnIa: intelligence is genetic
Akira Ayaname: he didnt have his ultra smart dad to raise him
Akira Ayaname: he got raised on the farm
Akira Ayaname: also he may have had the potential to be that smart
Akira Ayaname: but it was never pushed u know?
AsLaN O NaRnIa: because its comes from analytical abilities which is derived from the brain's ability to be plastic
AsLaN O NaRnIa: and in studies, it has shown that how plastic the brain is in the beginning is something that affects comprehension later in life
Akira Ayaname: it still has to be nurtured
AsLaN O NaRnIa: that's true, adn you did raise a good point, but the nurture portion isn't as much as increasing intelligence as it is about opening oneself up to the possibilites of multiple analytical processes, therefore not limiting the analytical processes that one can achieve with higher intelligence
Akira Ayaname: still
Akira Ayaname: it has to do with how ur raised
Akira Ayaname: and he was raised in a farm
Akira Ayaname: he was smart....but not a super genious
AsLaN O NaRnIa: thereofre his parents did not open him up to the possibilities, and to be able to go farther than he can......
AsLaN O NaRnIa: but the thing is, "smart", and "genious" are too vague terms to use here
Akira Ayaname: yup
Akira Ayaname: ill aggree on that
AsLaN O NaRnIa: use analytical
AsLaN O NaRnIa: he never went past his own viewpoint, which is a weak point for the hero of superman, i think
Akira Ayaname: thats his tragic flaw though
Akira Ayaname: hes a boyscout
AsLaN O NaRnIa: so what im saying is that superman is a weak human, because he is only human, but he is weak in that he can never see past his own way of thinking.
Akira Ayaname: true
AsLaN O NaRnIa: no, don't use "boyscout" either, its too vague
Akira Ayaname: and thats why batman kicked his ass
AsLaN O NaRnIa: no doubt
AsLaN O NaRnIa: batman knows what he is not
AsLaN O NaRnIa: superman doesn't know what he is

There is an undeniable difference in mental processes as one grows, or as one progress from one stable environment into another less stable environment.  I spent a bit of time reading over my past journal entries in this hour. 

The reason I love Xanga is purely a loyalty factor.  I stay with it because it houses the oldest entries I wrote, and thereby recording how my brain works since 2003. I do have a Xanga weblog. You too, can read my past angst and aggression. It's a free show at this link, with *surprise, surprise* same username.

I changed alot since then.  I assume that if I met myself then as I am now, I would be inexorably annoyed by myself.  I also seem to be more hyper and had a larger penchant for mood changes.  In other words, I was a sucky-ass angsty teen.

Here is a survey I took just now.  The same one two years ago, in spring of Freshman year said I was an angsty 16 year old.

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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This is great.  I feel that I act more like a normal adult.  I guess the only way to grow up is to grow down...back to a kid. 

I enjoy my own company, I like my fondess for alone/down time.  I would enjoy having a conversation with myself if I do come across myself upon a chance meeting.  With these words come stability that I know I have.  I posted some of my more angsty entries in public again.  I know that the people who know me would read that and laugh.  That's what I did, when I read them.

I feel like that person was a completely different person, one who went through sophmore year of college, and met a kindred spirit; then went to Europe, and lost a hidden sense of fear.  I left stuff in Europe in my travels; a pair of sneakers, broken glasses; but the heaviest thing I left was emotional baggage.

God, I'm having such an asian complex moment right now...

But that's a whole different story, coming soon to a theater near you. As of now, lets update on my life, shall we?

I am now in Day 2 of suburbia hell. Of all places, Sayreville, NJ. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate suburbia. I have always lived in a town all my life, was living in a nice, 5-bedroom family house until June. I was not born in Valley Stream, but it was MY town, since 12 years of my life does account for some status on my personality watermark.

I loved my town and what it offered. Sure, it was suburbia, but it wasn't really. At least there each house had its own history, and looked a little bit different...

Here I am in a redevelopment complex. Here in Sayreville (say-R-ville), I am in a town of houses. Our new house is being built. Or rather, my parents' new house is being built. I do admit I have no foundling ties to the new wooden frame house. As of now, approximately 1/5 of all the houses in the development look exactly like ours. We are in the development of Town Lake at Sayreville. What that means is a mystery to me. There is nothing to do in the development, it is all houses. We go outside of the development, and there are even more houses. We drive twenty minutes....ahh! Salvation is the mall. I dislike malls. I enjoy them but I dislike them.

We drive twenty minutes for mediocre chinese food. In Long Island, we drove twenty minutes for fabulous chinese food. Heck, even in Valley Stream we had a range of choices from Thai to Japanese, to India, to Diner. My dislike for this town is only secondary, since I will be join Yulan in Brooklyn tomorrow. I shouldn't really voice my dislike, as my mom is already making me feel guilty about the house....(and again that's another story). What I am going to say to that is: Do things for yourself, know that you will love it. Screwing your kids over is alright as long as you're not screwing yourself over.

So I am going back to New York. I was in Sayreville....for a day and a half. Where was I all this summer?

So you've all heard about the Europe Trip? Good, that's over with. I had the North Carolina trip. What is ridiculous about that one is, although I didn't stay in North Carolina most of the time, it was still a trip.

I taught animation for 6 weeks at the All-Arts and Sciences Camp, a part of the Division of Continual Learning at University of North Carolina at Greensboro. I got the job through a friend at Pratt. I wasn't expecting much of anything, didn't really know what I was getting myself into.

I met a whole bunch of people, found some major differences in lifestyles and personalities and attitudes amongst kids of different regions. I found a new passion for animation. I discovered another Long Island-like community. Overall, the experience was enlightening.

What am I saying? It was one of the most awesome consecutive 6 weeks I have ever had! I love the All-Arts and Sciences Camp, and I want everyone I love to work with me next summer. It is just that awesome. I really can't describe everything in detail because almost everything is in code, and its all one big inside joke. I'm just a little sad that to have to go back to Pratt I have to leave the camp.

To end this, I am back in NYC mode. I am looking for a job, internship, whatever. I have a full schedule at Pratt, and I am looking to fill my nights with some money-making profession (now don't be dirty here). If you know of a waitressing, no experience-necessary-willing-to-train bartending, or nightlife photographer job, totally get me the details and get me in on this. I will love you for life, and you know it.

I'm out of North Carolina, but my journal is still in London. It's probably hanging on to dear life for me to finish my saga.

So, on the fourth leg of my entry we talk about London. London is like New York. Only there are more monuments and less skyscrapers. There is a queen and a palace, but really they should take cue from the Prague castles. I came into London by bus and ferry. The driver sped into the city, leaving us the passengers stranded at Victoria Station at 4am, two hours early than ETA.

By now I was used to being a bum so I waited around the station and slept in the freezing cold for a while. Contrary to the way of the rest of Europe, London doesn't see summer. Period.

Waiting in the train station was alright, because I found their free newspaper, and it had a coupon for free cake. This was the hightlight of my day, since earlier that morning, at 3am, I had traded all my euro for 8 pounds. I basically had money for a tube ticket to the airport and maybe some leftover for lunch. Okay, one day in London doesn't sound so bad anymore.

At this point of the trip, my money worries were over, since I booked the hostel online with a credit card and paid with that. In London I met Austrailians. I had a very nice conversation with a man who was working at the hostel and staying and eating there for free. It seems it is a great deal, to stay there and work nights, using your days for another job.

What else can I say about London except all the movies are true, and go there more than once and for more than a day. I went to a ton of free museums, oooohed and ahhhed at the art, then saw the monuments, crossed London Bridge. In all I say that one does not need the tube to hit all the major sites in London. You just need to have good walking legs.

I think that my next trip to Europe will definitely be back to Berlin, and I may stay there for at least a month.



p.s. When I finally got home, I found the 50 euro that I had stashed in one of my socks so it wouldn't get stolen......

So I lied and I didn't update for almost 3 weeks now... something caught me, and its called North Carolina. But before I get into that, let me finish my Euro Trip reminisce.

After Copenhagen, on the train to Amsterdam I got off at the wrong station and had to wait at the train station, bitterly freezing for three hours with other people. I got to Amsterdam at 11am, couldn't find the storage lockers, walked around Amsterdam with my suitcase and backpack for 8 hours until my train to Frankfurt left. Amsterdam is nice, chocked full of tourists, full of coffeehouses, full of expensive but cheap wares, full of "professional" women...and that was the red light district.

The Amsterdam coffeehouses are famous for their house joints. Unfortunately I didn't get to taste one, as I had no money to spend like that. But I did have a fungi experience on the train, which is a story to ask me about, since some people reading this might not appreciate. I went to the flea market and got a present for Jessie, something for which Amsterdam is famous for. All in all, it was a good time. I'll return someday, and make do like the locals and walk around smirking at the tourists with a joint in hand.

I stopped over in Frankfurt briefly before I went to Paris. What can I say, Frankfurt is nice, it's one of the few cities in Europe that has skyscrapers. On train from Frankfurt to Paris I was in a compartment with a 40ish Korean man and a 19 year old German girl. The man was on the last legs of his journey, having traveled around for two months already. The girl was in Paris to be an au pair (is it me or is that a stereotype?), meeting her family for the first time. It was an interesting ride, and I got the viewpoints of Bush and USA from both sides of the world, asian and western. Apparently they both agree that they do not like Bush, though the German girl had a misconception of the American youth as overly religious and Christian in general...

So in Paris, everything was expensive, housing was so-so, hostel mates were awesome. First night out, a black-hair Scottish girl, an Englishman, an North Carolinian from William and Mary, and me all went to the Eiffel Tower in hopes of scaling it. Unfortunately they closed down the top because it was windy, and we ended up sitting on the lawn, drinking wine and talking. Interesting topics in politics, society in general, college students, and youth in general came up. On the second day, I met a girl from California, who grew up in Maine, and was studying in Sweden for the last six months, but denied being American everywhere we went. We went to the Louvre, saw the Arc de Triomph, conversed with some French students from the Sorbonne, and visited Sacre Coeur, the highest point in Paris. The next day I did some more sightseeing by myself, met some Hong Kong students at the hostel, talked with them about Hong Kong, ABC, etc, in Cantonese.

The next day was beach and Nice. It was a horrible time getting a train ticket, since I was an idiot and decided to go to Nice on a Saturday morning. I got there in one piece, though, but the hostel tried to overcharge me. The first day wasn't that great; it was cloudy and cold. I went to the beach and sat to think, but it wasn't worth going into the water. I did meet an older Italian man, and we conversed in Italian. He invited me to his house for dinner, and we had Napolanese pizza with calamari and mussels and squid, etc, on top. He made me dinner too. I will continue to say this...that the Italians are the most generous and friendliest Europeans I've met. The next day I worked the topless tan. (do like the locals...)

From Nice it was an overnight train to Paris, then another night bus to London. We took the ferry, and it was interesting, to say the least. London was as London does. It's like any big city....

So I came home last night around 11pm, and landed at 10:30pm. Amazingly I had just gotten on the plane in London at 8pm. There are 7 bonus hours of my life. I used them to watch "Melinda & Melinda" and "The Ring Two" on the plane.

Going backwards now, I must continue where I left off last, which was in Prague. I stayed two nights in Prague, and left by car. It's similar to hitchhiking, except its through an agency and "everyone does it". So I called up the carpooling agency for Berlin (rideshare). They supplied me with the phone number of this guy who was driving to Berlin and wanted passengers along for the ride. Since they sell "petrol" by the liter, and the average price right now is 2 euro to the liter, gas costs around $5 a gallon for Europeans. And to think we complain about our $2 gas. So in view of this cost, Europeans who do venture out on road trips try to find passengers who do not want to pay for the expensive train and bus online through message boards or through a rideshare agency.

The drive was uneventful, the driver being a late twenties office worker employed by the European headquarters of Toshiba in Czech. Other passengers included a sweet elderly old woman who used to be a filmmaker-animator, and who used to work with after effects too! Another nondescript middle aged woman, and a man of early thirties who is traveling around Europe.

The ride was uneventful, nothing like the bus ride to Prague from Vienna. Back in Vienna I ran in 14 minutes from my hostel to the bus station (15 min away), chased the bus, got teh driver to stop for me, bought a ticket and fled on the bus. Though I was safe, it was not so at customs check for another passenger. A group of Austrian teens were on vacation, but one of them seems to have forgotten his passport, or brought wrong identificaltion. We crossed the Austrian border, but they detained him in Czech (about 10 miles from the Austrian border). They made him ride his bike back to Austria. It was quite hilarious, at least that's what his friends thought, trying to get a picture of this illegal immigrant on deportation.

So Prague was all touristy and Art Nouveau, and I really didn't get to meet any localities until the car ride to Berlin. The driver was very nice, he drove me to my hostel. I planned on staying in Berlin for only one night because I wanted to save money on night trains. I found out, to my chagrin, that Berlin is absolutely not for one-nighters.

For a city whose citizens had been living, not even a generation ago under the name of the state and communisim, they are definitely not communist by nature. Actually, it seems that their view of what their recent history has been like is one of tongue-in-cheek amusement. There were various adverts for walking tours: "See Berlin as it was like in the 'good old days'!", "Experience communisim at its most gruesome!", "Learn about the history of Berlin, and see how the tragedies of the 20th century came to be!" Those were only the day tours. At night are the bar-hopping tours and beergardens. So what I gathered from this was, "Learn as much as you can about our city, then lose those neat brain cells you acquired with the water of our people."

Berlin definitely had a lot going on, and I will try to go back there. Berlin is a growing city. The border between the western and eastern part is mostly bare, and being the center of the government, is opportune for major developments. The govenment buildings that are currently being erected are amongst the work of the most creative/budding design minds in the world. I was amazed by the buildings, and feel that this city is something to be reckoned with. Plus, the people in it are quite nice. They are also clean. The streets are nice and CLEAN!

The urban design in Berlin amazed me, and even exceeded my expectations of the city. I think its design opportunities far exceeds Copenhagen, where I went next.

Oddly enough, illegal travelers were with me every where I went. On the night train to Copenhagen, in the couchette with me was also a family of four, with two young children. At the border, before boarding the ferry, they were questioned by authorities. The father claimed to be from Germany, but there was something wrong with the situation, really. On the door to the compartment, we had to write our names and nationality and ages for the conducter. There were only two languages, english and german. The father didn't know what to write, and watched me carefully as I wrote down my information. So midway through the night they took the family away, and by the time we were on the ferry from Germany to Malmo, Sweden, I felt as if the gestapo had done their nightly round, and by some miracle of the US decree, I was spared from permanent residency in Germany. Or maybe the family was fleeing from their country, intransit through Germany, they almost made it...

So I arrived in Copenhagen around 8am, and was greeted by COLD! It was freezing there, I think their clock is still set to February! Nothing was open, especially the tourist office, which has sparse hours off season (June is off season??). Nonetheless, the only people around were the tourists, roving packs of elderly Japanese people. With baseball caps and small flags. I really had no itinerary for Copenhagen, seeing as I was only going to be here for a few hours. I decided not to change money, sparing myself of actually spending anything here. Unfortunately the storage lockers at the train station did not accept euros, as I had hoped, which lead to me wandering around with a suitcase and a backpack.

Then again, since I had no itinerary anything, I only wanted to see one thing, and that was the little mermaid of which Copenhagen is famous for. I had wanted to see the little statue since I had first read HC Andersen tales. After being pointed in the right direction I made my way across the city, found another tourist office, information about the city, etc. I wandered around the city for hours then got on my night train to Amsterdam.

There really isn't much to say about Copenhagen except that its a city of bikes and cold. Although Amsterdam may be the European capital of bikes by sheer volume, there were definitely more people on bikes than walking in Copenhagen. The people of Denmark are extremely environmentally concious; it said so on the tourism brocheres. The city has a freebike system. On the public bike racks all over the city there are bikes on meters and by putting in 20 kr you can ride the bike for however long, and get the money back when you return the bike a meter. Its a wonderful system, really, but the bikes are really decrepit, some are in need of repair.

Overall I wasn't really impressed with Copenhagen. It seemed to me to be an old, established city. There is nothing more going on there, and everything is pretty much settled. As for design...it seems to be a bunch of people making really expensive furniture and hoping that the luxurating tourists will buy them. Copenhagen is really expensive, and there were few hostel backpackers like myself. Most of the tourists were from tour groups, on cruise trips, or just plain have money. Everything costs money, even a street fair costs money, then when you get inside the fair, everything inside also costs money. After being in Berlin with tons of freebies and free tours and such, Copenhagen was a bit of a let down. Oh yeah, I have never seen more baby carriages in my LIFE! Its probably a nice place to settle down and have kids and then on the weekends drive them around in baby carriages and feed the ducks.

Tomorrow I will end this saga of my trip with the third and last entry, detailing my adventures in Amsterdam (plus getting there), Paris, Frankfurt, Nice, and London!

Hi...

I§m in Prague right now in an internet cafe with a bunch of other online gamers. I am using a czech keyboard, which has all these weird symbols, and I don§t know what. There are apparently more uses for all the symbols on the keyboard in other countries than we have in the United States. This is crazy, but the Viennese keyboards were just as weird.

I have spent two and a half weeks in Europe. I really shouldn§t be wasting my money by going on the internet like this, but that is unavoidable. I still have two more weeks to go here, and I have yet to visit Northern and some of Western Europe.

I was in the south, in Italy and Spain for the most part of the last weeks. There are so many people in every city, it is crazy. There is one thing that I§ve noticed, though. In every city there is a chinese restuarant. All the Chinese, whether they§re tourists or residents speak Mandarin. When I come back to New York, I will have to learn mandarin for real.

So far every place was great except for Italy. It is by far the dirtiest country ever. There was only one exception, and that was Venice, but while in Rome, I saw a mother and daughter walking their dog, while the mother watches as the daughter lets the dog pee in the middle of the sidewalk. Not even to the side of the road, mind you!

I gave up speaking the language of the country after Italy. There they said that my proununciation was good, but my grammer was bad. There§s really nothing more to say to that, since I did learn Italian in an American school.

Of everywhere so far, the cleanest city is Barcelona. The cheapest city for food is Budapest, and the cheapest city for shopping is Vienna. I saw my second ballet, but the first I can remember---in Vienna, for 3,50 euro, which is about $5. It was really wonderful, a ballet version of Romeo and Juliet, at the State Opera House. It really puts anything I§ve seen in New York to shame, although truth be told, I§ve not seen any ballet in New York City.

Tonight I will walk around Prague some more. There are insane amounts of people everywhere. Since the cities are so small, everyone tends to group towards the tourist attractions, and towards §old towns§. The night scenary here is especially beautiful.

Things here in Europe were going alright, until I was in Rome, I had my wallet with ATM cards stolen at the Vatican. It really put a bummer on me in Rome and Italy. Now I§m traveling on a limited budget, and choosing where to live carefully. One good thing about that is maybe my entire trip will only cost me around 1200 dollars, minus travel expenses.

Tomorrow I will go to Berlin by car, located with an agency other travelers told me about. I have had such good luck with places and small savings on expenses by talking to other travelers. Otherwise I would have to spend around 50 euro, or around 75 dollars to go to Berlin.

Oh, and I saw the new Star Wars in Budapest. A student movie ticket costs 950 HUF, which is around 4 dollars. Everything is cheaper in Budapest, but the city isn§t all that interesting. There are alot of places to walk to, though, and I spent hours walking everywhere.

The most culture I§ve experienced so far was Korean culture. In every city I§ve met Koreans, and in Rome I stayed in a Korean Bed and Breakfast. If only I didn§t like the city so much, I would go back to that place to stay there. They were extremely nice to me, and fed me until I was full. All the travelers there would go out at night, and it was like a huge family, or a close group of classmates. Although they didn§t look it, everyone was older than me, with the closest in age to me was 22. They also taught me a few words of Korean.

I will be back in NYC on June 15th, coming back from London. Then on the 17th, I will go to North Carolina for work for 6 weeks. I will be back in NYC-Brooklyn on August 10, but otherwise I may be in New Jersey at the new house. I don§t think I will be back in Long Island any longer, which is a little bit sad, but unavoidable.

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you cannot beat the spicy and sweetness.

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Send me stuff, I encourage it. Don't spam, I discourage it.

Proposed name for alternate identity: Folding Pegasus (what'd ya think?)
[actually, can't change it, i've decided, anyway.]

So, yeah, send me stuff, write me. I'm getting too much spam in my other email anyway.

Sometimes with LOVE,
Fiona

Current Mood: indifferent

Painter Kid


Which Art School Kid Are You?
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Yeah, I REALLY wanted animation kid too. Viscom kid would also be nice. Yey for computers.
I took it twice. Got the same answer.
Maybe I will change my major. It is my true calling, as ordain by quizilla.


Join my group "friends united cause kameras suck" on thefacebook.com

End of transmission...no more posts, jah!

I'm quitting livejournal, xanga, myspace.

I really need a good outing buddy...

Seeking:
Fun-loving person willing to go out to random venues/bars/clubs/shows, or sometimes just wander around in Brooklyn/Manhattan/Queens at nights. Willing to go anywhere. May spend money. Willing to kick back and relax, or stand up and cut a rug.

Love,
Fiona

I love my classes...
They're all awesome.

I think I'm going to get out of the partying thing and do my work this year. I will definitely make some great animations. I'm not going to be unsure of myself and I will become a perfectionist. You can't animate unless you're a professionist.

I want Scott McCloud to be my history teacher.

My goals:
Finish my INC
Get AWESOME grades
Be an RA
Build a portfolio
Love Pratt.

Uhhhh...

Visiting Will last night.
Convo came up that his hair looks better shorter.
Would only buzz his head if I did it.
(Some sort of dare, maybe? DO NOT dare Fiona about buzzing her head.)

So now Will and I are both hairless.
Schoneck has lamest reactions.
We decide that we will never try to drag a surprise out of him.

Should I even post up pictures, or can you all remember what I look like the last time?

Anyone going over to Italy any time soon?
I want this computer case...

There is something inexplicable about packaging that makes me want to sigh.

Today I found a Seabiscuit Collectors' Edition DVD in the back room. It was covered in red pleather in a slip case, and comes with a mini-film book and framed film frame. The actual DVDs are encased in a fold-out case and comes with a bookmark. The packaging was superb, and it was gorgeous. I was very tempted to buy the DVD, even though I didn't like the movie THAT much.

I am obsessed with DVD collections and collectors' edition dvds. I don't know why. I know they cost more, and it just aren't efficient. Am I that dumb that I fall so easily into a studio's marketing ploys? I don't think so. But I do think I have an unhealthy obsession with sets and collections.

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I am sick.

Ha. No, I'm really not, but it gives me something to look forward to, and to strive for. Although....I've recently made myself renounce connection with material things. What that means is although I can't get them, I will not falter from not having those things.

Current Mood: enthralled

I need canary yellow sweaters and blouses. Also, I need blouses with high collars and frills. Slight mutton sleeves.

Also Peter Pan blouses. In all collars.

*DETERMINED*

my boyfriend HAS to look like Jude Law

*DETERMINED*

There was a guy in Blockbuster who looks like JUDE LAW! *swooons* He was with an older woman who may be his mother or lover. Since she didn't look like him, I'd assume lover....*sigh*

Top Movie Guys (no order)
Edward Norton
(because of American History X, Keeping the Faith, Fight Club)
Jude Law
(because of The Talented Mr. Ripley, Road to Perdition)
Ewan McGregor
(because of Down with Love, Moulin Rouge, Trainspotting

Right now, Jude Law is at the top for hunkiest, then Ewan McGregor, then Edward Norton. Let's see what new films they come out with to make me fall in love with them again!