or one day, or six weeks, or however long...
a few things i've learned in the past few days, covering a few areas of life and spirituality and food:
:: i lack discipline
:: i'm too optimistic
:: snicker's candy bars are a whole heck-of-a-lot harder to ration over the course of a week than are clif bars
:: saying that you'll learn a language by buying the books and cd's is quite different than actually learning the language
:: hot chocolate mix (with tiny marshmallows) + instant coffee + raw sugar = "mocha"
:: i'm afraid of weapons, but i'm not sure why
:: it is possible to still feel like you have dirt on your body even after a really hot shower
:: the world and life keeps clicking along even when you go to a new place and you wish it'd just stop and wait for you to come back
:: never, ever give your underware to the cleaning lady to be washed, unless you want everyone else to see it in living room later
:: assuming honesty is a dangerous dance
:: hair dryers can catch fire, especially when they start smoking
:: it takes more effort to live in a developing country
:: somehow i miss places i've never been. or have i confused missing with longing?
:: soaking clothes in hot, soapy water works for me (see seventh bullet point...)
Tuesday, March 27
"let stand for one hour to coagulate"
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I don't think about where my underwear gets hung. It causes undue anxiety.
I'm glad you've learned the underwear rule already. I figured that out within a week in China.
Since everyone else is commenting on underwear, so will I. Here's the trick, hang it under a towel or pillowcase, or maybe even a blouse. That's the trick here, cuz it's balcony for everything.
u.s. small appliances + asian electrical outlets = fire
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