Asiafication

Ok,
So today I'm out shopping with my awesome friend Leti.
I've been in the market for a phone charm for awhile.
I live in Asia, and frankly they are really useful for finding your phone in your bag.
So I mention this and we decide to go to this accessory shopping area next week. We are browsing our local book shop and there is a toy section. We are looking through it and discover a ton of Studio Ghibli merchandise. I was in HEAVEN.
I found TWO phone charms! one of Totoro and one of Ponyo! HAAAAM!! Ship SHAPE!


I also bought a Totoro backpack...which is AWESOME!!

which compliments my already rad Pokemon folder that I bought in Tokyo:

The pies de resistance however...is this AMAZINGLY ridiculous phone charm that Leti found and after finding told me, "if you use this backpack everyday and this phone charm I will pay you!"

you own up to THOSE words Leti!!
Because this phone charm is Kick-A!!
It has count them 8, that's right 8 photos of Choi SiWon on it!! That's right, I have laminate cards of Choi SiWon the K-Pop star extraordinaire. I can look at the Super Junior hottie whenever I use my phone!
My phone ring is also the K-Pop megahit Lucifer by SHINee.
What am I missing besides an Asian boyfriend?

Coming Home

So last night my plane arrived in Hong Kong.
I was supposed to stay the night at the airport Marriott, but my Mom accidentally made the reservation at the Novotel, and I didn't have anyway of contacting her, or knowing that so I rushed to get the last coach to the HuangGang port border.
I started coughing as my lungs inhaled the polluted south China air.
As I entered China I had to haul my Christmas present laden luggage across a pedestrian bridge, with gypsy cab drivers and "luggage helpers" bothering me, pulling on my clothes and luggage. I finally make it to the taxi queue and turn around as I see a kid trying to nick something out of my hand bag.
I get in the taxi, tell the driver where to go. I doze off, wake up - not at the right place, give the driver directions to my house, street by street.
Get home, and can't sleep.
But I go to class the next day. I feel right at home...it's hard to believe that 30hrs prior I was in Salt Lake.
I go to lunch with Jade and Letizia, I have the Xin Jiang(Uighur) hand pulled noodles with spicy beef and potatoes that I was craving the whole time I was in America. So, so good.
I go home, and go upstairs to the Ho's(family in our Branch) I play around with their awesome kids awhile, planned Christmas dinner with Elsa. Returned home for an hour nap that lasted almost 5hours.
I woke up to my Dad watching some movie in the living room.
Now I'm awake, thinking that I'm home from home now...such a weird sensation.
I loved being back and seeing everyone, it felt natural and right. But it was the strangest feeling, that it wasn't home anymore, even though it was full of people I love and miss. My home is far away in another place now.
Maybe it's because I've moved so much.
Maybe it's destiny.
But at least for right now, I'm home.