travels

living in paris

2011-05-16T23:08:00.000-07:00

i hadn't updated in sometime. i was recently reminded that i even had this blog. the month before moving to paris last september had been really crazy. i applied for school at ecole de la chambre syndicale de la couture parisienne. didn't get accepted because the spaces were full(i turned my apps in, in march). then received an email in june, 3 months before school started, stating that a student dropped and that i would be able to start as a sophomore. i had planned a vacation to paris late june- early july. from the time i got back from the vacation to the time i actually started school was about 6-7 weeks. i had no time to figure out life. i had just moved in may. then had to sell all of my stuff that i collected over 7 years of living on my own. i moved again in september into my parents house for two weeks. had to work on getting my visa. got it september 8th, then september 10th 2010 i officially moved to paris. the whole time i was working at my salon, trying to fit as many of my clients in as possible, getting my life sorted, figuring out what i needed to bring with me. ended up being jsut some clothes, and art supplies and materials for designing.

the first month living in paris, i was homeless. i stayed in a hostel the first 2 weeks. that was shit. the first few days it was ok because i didnt have school yet. then when i started school, it was a different story. people party too much. i couldn't sleep. i had to get up at 730am while people were getting back to the room at 5am. after staying there, i started looking for a place to stay. i ended up staying in a studio with someone i found off of a roommate search site. it's sort of like match.com for roommates. he was nice. he was never home. his sleeping hours were the same as my sleeping hours. he slept on the mezanine type bed, i slept on the fold out bed. it wasn't weird as it may sound. kind of like being in the hostel, but with a respectful roommate. i only stayed there till i got my permanent apartment in belleville. i got really lucky with this one. a two bedroom apt without a roommate, a huge kitchen, huge bathroom, and huge balcony. and my rent was cheap.

tired of writing for now. i'll continue about more interesting stuff later.

L'Ecole de la Chambre Syndicale de la Couture Parisienne

2010-07-09T08:50:00.000-07:00

today i met with the dean of the school. i kind of love him. he's like the french tim gunn. eloquent, charming, simple. i needed to drop off some papers for him, and received my documents stating that i am enrolled in the school. i'm official. first payment made, and i'll be all set. it's now on lock.

stuttgart. paris. school.

2010-07-09T01:03:00.000-07:00

i went there last weekend to hang with my cousin. it was alright, but definitely not like paris. it sort of reminded me a bit of copenhagen with less charm. we watched some football(soccer) and ate way too much food. i must have gained 5 pounds in the two days i was there. uff. then back to paris. i've just been trying to get things wrapped up here in paris. filling out my student visa. learning french. meeting with the school. i've gotten a bit done lately. my campus france form is almost finished. i need to go the bank to make a payment to the school.

yesterday was quite a productive day. i had french class all day. went home and put on a cute outfit to meet with the dean of my future fashion school. he was like the french tim gunn. so well put together and eloquent with his words. so much so that i only really understood 60-70% of what he said. i felt so honored to be at l'Ecole de la Chambre Syndicale de la Couture. I couldn't stop smiling. come to find out, they only accept 75 students per year. out of all the applicants, i got accepted. i saw many stacks of student files on the desk. hundreds even. he told me that i stood out and that i seemed really interesting. he also told me that i'm too advanced to start as a freshman and that i would be bored. that sure made me feel good. this means only 2-3 years of school for me. senior year is a special year where you actually have to apply for. the focus on that year is learning how to work with other people in design. learning specific parts of fashion design of your choice. for me, it's either going to be accessories or pret-a-porter. when we got finished with the interview, i walked out with a huge smile. monsieur broca, you really made my day.

after meeting with the dean, i was so late. i had a date with my amazing old friend miho. we met last year at l'ecole perl. she also is a fashion designer. it was amazing hanging out with her. we talked fashion. we talked in french. we went to see a dj set by pony pony run run to meet up with some other friends and had a bottle of wine after. and then home. what a great day and night. my feet hurt.

ysl

2010-06-29T11:08:00.000-07:00

he is amazing! i went to the exhibit today at le petit palais. my oh my was it amazing. he seemed like such a sweet soul, and so creative. he is mainly my inspiration for applying to l'ecole de la chambre syndicale de la couture parisienne. he went there and dropped out. it really worked out for him since christian dior had him take over. there was a part of the exhibit where there was a video of him drawing and audio of an interview that really touched me. pictures of his dog as a puppy, his work desk, and questions being asked to him like, who is your biggest influence? miss chanel. who is your favorite artist? picasso. who is your favorite musician? bach. softly and gently, he answered. i have to admit, when i was at the exhibit, i got a bit sentimental. he's awesome. thanks ysl for being.

quoted from the exhibit,"coco chanel gave women personality, yves saint laurent gave women power".

i'ts been a long time coming.

2010-06-28T16:03:00.000-07:00

I know i haven't posted in a year and a half, so here i am. i'm back in Paris. i love it here. initially this was a vacation that i had planned a few weeks ago, but now it's turned into a workng vacay. i'm studying french here for 3 weeks and will be searching for an apartment. yes an apartment. permanently. i received an email a week and a half ago about how i got accepted into l'ecole de la chambre syndicale de la couture parisienne. only one of the most amazing fashion schools ever. alumni include, yves saint laurent, issey miyake, valentino, etc...you think i'm stoked? you betcha. now to figure life out

men

2009-01-20T22:59:00.000-08:00

one more thing. i'm about to generalize men and their regards to women like myself(in relationships)

anh: i'm sorry i have a bf
italian man: it's ok i have a girlfriend too.
and they will keep trying.

anh: blah blah blah my bf.
danish man: cool blah blah.
they seem to not be on the prowl.

anh: i'm sorry i have a bf.
icelandic man: i have to use the restroom. *immediately walks away*
has no game and neanderthal tactics.

french man: bonsoir? comment ca va?
anh: ca va bien(in american accent)
french man:oh, you speak french so well blah blah. are you alone?
anh: yes, but i have a bf at home.
french man: *continues to be charming until i walk away*
although witty and charming probably has 3 gfs.

coming home

2009-01-20T22:58:00.001-08:00

i figured out a metaphor for impero hotel. polished turd. that's it.
this place is a piece of shit. they tried to charge me extra. took a cold shower. it's 7 and breakfast is not ready yet. i need to catch my flight. fuck this shit. fuck these people. and they are probably taking their time to get breakfast ready because they don't like me. these fucking people piss me off. i'm so happy to be out of that place. i'm usually not hard to please when it comes to hotels. i've stayed in some shitty places, but when the desk people are dicks to me intentionally, its different.

i'm now at the airport. things are going good. i got to the train station 20 minutes before the train left. that is plenty of time. i got to the airport two hours ahead of time. that gave me enough time to get my stamps for tax back, and i ended up with a little extra money in my pocket. yay! i can't wait to get on the plane to sleep. i didn't sleep last night since i stayed up organizing my bags as well as filling out tax forms. i think i may have left my gloves somewhere. i'm not sure. i don't remember seeing them when i was packing. i don't know why i spent so much time packing. everything needs to be washed anyway.

back in rome.

2009-01-19T17:58:00.000-08:00

i got back to rome yesterday in the morning. word to self: do not book flights out of beauvais airport in paris early on a sunday morning. early any morning, rather. the airport is 1 hour away from the city. there are buses that can take you there, but i needed to be at the airport at 8:30am to catch my flight. the first public transport left at 8am. i would have definately misssed my flight. so 125 euros ($162) later and by taxi, i reached my flight on time.

arriving in rome at 10:30am, i got to my hotel(impero) i hate my hotel. don't ever stay at hotel impero. it's in the city center, but on a bad street, and the service here is bullshit. i should have just gotten a room at yes hotel, where me and sara stayed the first time i was here. i arrived at the hotel at 12:30pm. i came to front desk and stand there for about 5 minutes while the staff is eating lunch and yelling at one of the employees to go help me. they told me to come back at 2pm. so i had to do something with myself for 1.5 hours. i asked them, are there any rooms ready. they said no come back at 2. i come back and there is a line of people waiting to check in at the same time. i have to wait 20 minutes for them to get to me. they checked maybe 3 groups of people before me. later i find out there were several rooms open. if they would have just started checking people in sooner this big ass line would not have been there. then once they got to me, they couldn't find my paperwork and told me i did not have a room. the website i booked through sent me a text confirmation, so i showed it to reception. he said,"no that is not ok. you have to have the paper". i think to myself, i am travelling and don't have a fucking printer. he looks through paperwork doesn't find it. 10-15 minutes later he decides to check on their website to see if my info is there. it is. they didn't print the info out. after about 20 minutes i finally get my key. and my luggage is not brought to me. i had to ask them for my luggage.
i get in my room and it's a decent room. the bed is soft, theres a towel warmer in the bathroom, hairdryer, soaps, bodywash, and shampoo. i check if there is internet since the website said there was wireless. the wireless internet doesn't work in my room and i have to pay 5 euros an hour. wtf. then i went shopping. found a pair of brown boots finally! tried them on again the back of the boot is ripped. fuck! cheap ass boots.
after shopping i tried going to open colonna, which is a very well known restaurant here, but it is closed for a private event. it's the second time i've tried to eat there. no luck. then i go to a traditional roman style restaurant. damn was the food good. i had flat bread, artichoke hearts, mushrooms, proscuitto, and tortellini. the tortellini was a bit heavy on salt but still tasty. then i stayed in, since i'm afraid of italian men. they are just so aggressive. i feel like i cannot go out alone here. ciao bella, oh bellisima, ni hao.

so i woke up at 10 this morning. the hotel serves breakfast till 10. i get down to the breakfast room. it is closed. exactly at 10am. who the fuck does that. this hotel is bullshit. and everytime i come back to the hotel at night, i have to ring the doorbell and wait for the guy working night shift to wake up to open the door for me. wtf.

i did my last little bit of shopping and toured around the ancient ruins in the middle of rome. it's pretty much amazing. it is so weird walking through these ruins and being in the middle of a big city. i finally did some damage here in rome. 4 pairs of shoes and a purse. i also tried to go to another restaurant ao roma. closed mondays. ps. all of the cool restaurants close on mondays. the end. i leave for san diego tommorow. my flight leaves at 10:30am. that means i go to the train station at 7:25am. it.s now 3:37am. i havent packed. thanks for listening to me rant. see you at home!

last night

2009-01-17T04:35:00.000-08:00

last night i did more shopping after le marais, but i didn't seem to find anything i needed from the st germain de pres area. i stopped inside some shops there and tried on a dress at kenzo. it was very cute, on sale, and the service was excellent. the guy who helped me brought me shoes, styled me and even brought me a bag to wear. i ended up looking chic, but looked a lot older when he was done with me. i stopped at galleries lafayette also. omg! everything was on sale. i wish i would have waited to buy a purse, because everything was 50% off. i am debating giong back to buy some chanel boots. i don't know if i should.

after my shopping, i went to eat at a place called chez benoit, which is the oldest traditional french restaurant in paris. these two americans were sat down next to me. i heard their accent and called them out. we ended up having a lot of similar interests. they work for details magazine, and alberto was originally from east county san diego. el cajon to be exact.

we went out for a drink after dinner. alberto wanted to meet up with an old friend. so we waited for his arrival. turns out he is a model for jean paul gaultier and brought one of my favorite supermodels with him...omahyra. she is the tough looking from dominican republic one with tattoos all over. we ended up going to very exclusive bar and then to a club, both of which i never would have found myself. that was a strange and fun night. thanks guys!

i'm glad i didnt go out the night before. it probably would have just made me tired and last night may not have happenned.

shopping.

2009-01-16T07:15:00.000-08:00

i did my damage. and i have no regrets! april 77 and surface to air, i love you.

nightmare.

2009-01-16T02:51:00.001-08:00

last night i was thinking about when i was going to see the catacombs. it gave me nightmares about a house which people had a mass suicide and their organs were cut up into pieces, all over the floor, and i was one of the people who had to clean it up. it was quite disturbing. then after the clean up, the space was turned into a cafe. wierd.

travel time

2009-01-15T12:34:00.001-08:00

yesterday i arrived in london. to get on my train to paris. as i was waiting in londonthis man sat down right next to me. i didn't think anything of him at first, but then this girl came up to him and smiled. she must have known him. he kept saying you her, "what do you want? i don't know you. what are you doing?" then they walked away for a bit. he walked back and sat down and started to talk to himself. i still don't know what was up with that.

then i got on my train to paris. as i arrived in gare du nord, i see a fight break loose. a girl was beating up an old man. i couldn't understand what was going on there either.

then i did a little shopping, had some sushi, grabbed a drink and went to bed.

today i got up at about noon. went to do some shopping. i dunno how i ended up spending 2 hours inside colette. it pretty much is awesome. it's too bad i couldn't afford most of the things there. i ended up getting a dress and some music.
i went to chatelet/les halles and got a pair of boots, skincare products to last me a year, and a new sim card for my phone.

tommorow i will do more marathon shopping. april 77, surface to air, rue du charlot, and most likely st germain de pres. i will also try to fit in le catacombs as well as visiting the school of couture.

leaving reykjavik

2009-01-15T03:44:00.000-08:00

this morning i left reykjavik. now on my way to paris. my eyes hurt. i didn't get to bed until 1am and woke up at 4:25 am. i didn't even party last night. i just went on a tour, went out for dinner, had a drink, and came home to pack up my stuff and to get ready for paris. my room is finally booked. my flight and train also booked. i shuold have gotten my tickets for paris ahead of time. at one point it would only cost me about $90 for reykjavik to paris. because i waited till last minute, it would cost about $600. i am not paying that much for a one way ticket. so i found ways around it. i flew into london. took a train to london city, and took the chunnel into paris. which i cheated the system by saying i was 25 to get a discounted ticket. total travel time from when i woke up. 12 hours. shitty.

yesterday i went to the post office to send some stuff home. hotel leifur erikson did it again. such great service. i asked if they had a box handy. they sure did. i also asked if they could mail out my postcards. they said yes. they also had breakfast ready for me this morning when i came downstairs at 4:45am. breakfast is normally served between 6:30-9:30.

on a tour to gullfoss and geysir. we drove from the european tectonic plates to the north american tectonic plates. that was strange. we also saw a beautiful water fall. then i went to a icelandic restaurant and had raw puffin, whale, and deer pate. i didn't like much of it. puffin was sort of mushroom texture. whale was like steak. and deer pate tasted like old dry pate.

waking up in reykjavik

2009-01-12T17:08:00.000-08:00

it was tough for me to get up this morning at 11am. maybe it's because i was chatting till 3am. maybe it's because i've been used to waking up in the afternoon after staying out way too late. maybe it's because it's been dark until 11:30am. either way i had to get up. i missed breakfast, which ends at 9:30am. i got up, showered, left the hotel at about noon. today i tried my hardest to do some shopping. it's nice that all of the boutiques are on my street, as well an intersecting street. it makes it really hard for me to get lost. anyhow, i walked outside and somehow a swarm of asian tourists wearing their tourist uniforms surrounded me. you know, the puffy parkas, the hiking shoes, the wire rimmed glasses, and all in neutral colors(blue, khaki, white, and sometimes orange). i think to myself,"oh god, i hope no one thinks i'm with them.

first stop was 12 tonar, a local music store with a record label. the guy working was very nice. i asked him about icelandic music so he openned up some shrink wrapped cds for me to listen to and even made me some espresso. icelandic coffee isn't the best. but it was the thought that counts.
then i stopped at a place called fish and chips. you can imagine what i ate. and damn was it good. organic, freshly fished out of the ocean this morning, cod.
i proceeded to go shopping for clothing. some of the stores i tried to visit ended up being shut down. i walked through almost every single boutique in reykjavik. i ended up with a purse and a few scarves. no clothing. i was very suprised since all of the window displays look so cool. i think icelandic clothing is just not my style. a little too crafty looking for me, a bit too nineties, or some things looked like i can make it myself.
so i stopped in another music shop. this one belongs to the former sugar cubes. of course the guy managing had good taste although the store is known to be called "bad taste". i got a few records and the sugar cubes box set on vinyl. i can't wait to get home to listen to my new finds. the guy managing also tipped me off to different cafes with live music. thanks guy!

after shopping, i got hungry again and stopped at this little coffee shop on my street. i met my first gay in iceland. he was the owner of the coffee shop. he was not icelandic, but his husband is. he made me a crepe and a chai tea. both pretty damned good. wifi food and tea. what a perfect combo. and he was soo nice. i think i'll go there tommorow.

i also booked a tour to see aurora borealis. and here i am, stuck with like 20 asian tourists. i felt like such an outcast, even though we are all asian. then some tourists from other countries showed up. i felt normal again. these asian tourists keep blowing my cover. and the booking agents think i'm with them. can't they tell i don't have the tourist uniform on?
so i paid 49 euro to go on this tour. it was a bust. no aurora borealis. i think all the photos of it were photoshopped or maybe someone mad a mistake while developing film.

hotel leifur eriksson

2009-01-11T15:39:00.000-08:00

is the shit!!! i needed strange things such as thread and a needle. they had it. i asked if they had a phone charger...they have many for my phone, and the front desk guy told me that i could have it! free wireless internet. i feel more connected to the world now. and my hotel costed me a whopping $143 for 4 nights in the center of the city. 2 blocks from downtown. wtf?!

relaxing

2009-01-11T14:27:00.000-08:00

reykjavik has been soo chill. i sort of like that this city forces me to slow down. last night i went to see a janis joplin musical. the band was really good. the songs were performed well, but i couldn't understand the monologue. i had seats in the 3rd row, but i was falling asleep, so i left during intermission. i went back to the hotel for a nap. i woke up at about midnight..(havent used any alarm clocks here). got dressed and went out. i'd say i left at about 1:30am. people were just getting out at that time. i went to a place called nasa, which big acts in reykjavik usually play at, such as sigur ros, gus gus, mum. last night it was raver time. i wasn't feeling the music much, but i stayed for a bit anyway. i left at about 4am. people were still driving into town. i wanted to go to the place bjork sometimes shows up to, but it got shut down. oh well. today, i went to the blue lagoon. it was really quite strange. it's a geothermal pool in the middle of volcanic rock. it was a 45 minute drive out there. i wanted to get in for a massage, but they were all booked. so i just floated around in the milky blue water for a few hours. had some food, styled my hair and left. i took a nap, after i got back to the hotel. the northern lights tour was cancelled. it was too overcast and snowing. nothing is open. i'm in the hotel contemplating going out for a small bite.

reykjavik.

2009-01-10T17:21:00.001-08:00

i got to the keflavik airport at 3pm. all sorts of signs for disaster started happening. our flight was delayed. our landing was really hard. i bought a phone charger that doesnt work. the only people in the airport were me and the people on my flight. it's like a ghost town. 4pm i arrive at the hotel. showered, relaxed, no internet. went out for a walk at about 5:30. all of the businesses are closed and there is no one walking around. it is strange. i guess this trip is going to be my relaxing trip. i'm afraid of going to bars here. i may be the only person.

bummer iceland about your economy. i guess i really can see how it's affecting people.

leaving copenhagen.

2009-01-10T17:20:00.000-08:00

it's such a cool city. it's too bad i slept most of my days away. i'm still trying to catch up with sleep, but there just seems to be too much to do. you can pretty much go out any night until the wee hours of the morning. i found a local jazz club, called mojos, to go to. so i'd gone there a few times. i also found another place called lades which had live music almost every night. last night was reggae. as for day time stuff, i went to the staten's museum for kunst, which had a collection of modern and traditional art works. the building was an old danish style, with the inside being ultra modern. i also did a lot of shopping. one jacket, a pair of boots, 2 dresses, 2 tops, a scarf and some fun home stuff. shopping in copenhagen is awesome. simple things with cool details.

i booked my flight to iceland just a few days ago. it ended up being a lot more than i was expecting. i guess i should have booked earlier. i booked my hotel last night. that ended up being a lot less than i was expecting. so it worked out really well. $143 for 4 nights. wtf. in the middle of the city.

today as i was leaving copenhagen to get to the airport, it wasn't too much of a rush. though i seemed to be very unorganized. i didn't do a nice job of packing my stuff. couldn't find my passport. couldn't find a pen. when i got the airport, i got into the wrong line and waited 1/2 an hour. i knocked over a little kid as i ran to the right line. fortunately for me, the kastrup airport in copenhagen is extremely organized. the security line was the most efficient security line ever. they have tray dispensers that rotate they trays for people. they dont make you take off your shoes. the security the was only 5-6 people ahead of me and 3-4 lines. it looks like they open up more lines if it was more crowded.

i went to lades, one last time, the night before until 4am. i somehow became friends with the staff and was helping them out with coat check. a guy came to pickup his coat and it was no where to be found...i hope i didn't hand it to someone else by mistake. i don't think it was me though. i got free drinks all night in return and it was fun. i asked the owner of the bar,"if i move to copenhagen, can i have a job here?" he said no. i don't think he understood that it was a joke.

drinks in copenhagen are typically $10-$15, and they are usually pretty weak. even if it's a beer. everyone pays it with no delay. it's amazing you can end up spend $100 in drinks and not even realize that you did.

now i have to figure out a way to get back to europe mainland. i was checking flights from reykjavik to paris, they are now at $600 for tickets. i should have booked my ticket ahead of time. but i never know what i want to do until i'm here or there. too many restrictions feel like i'm not on vacation. and now i have to pay for it. literally and figuratively.

copenhagen

2009-01-07T07:03:00.000-08:00

it's such a cool city. though as i arrived, i encountered dissapointment. i had a llist of things to do.

copenhagen:
eat potato cakes.
eat at alberto k.
shopping.
lousiana museum.
vega.

my favorite bakery no longer makes potato cakes. alberto k will be closed until jan 11th. i will be gone by then. i thought about leaving early since i couldn't complete half of my list. and then i went for a stroll. i did a bit of shopping, and man danish style is so cool. i got two dresses and a jacket it the matter of 1 hour. there were plenty of home items that i wanted to get also, but i don't think i have the space in my luggage. i may have to just purchase and send it home.

since i didn't go to alberto k, i found this other restaurant called victor's cafe. it was french food, danish style. i ate all of my favorite things. onion soup, a roast duck salad, foie gras, and scallops. it was delish! i sat by the window and saw snow falling for the second time in my life. it was pretty darned cool. then i went an undergruond jazz bar called mojo. that place stays open till 5am. on a tuesday night. from what the locals said, mojo is the most alternative and happening place you can find on a tuesday.

today i will do some laundry at the laundromat cafe. and have some food. fun!

airport

2009-01-06T06:15:00.000-08:00

recap. my trip to rome was cool. my shoes are worn out and it's only been 4 days. i feel like i may need more time there. it's a big city with soo many amazing monuments to see. being there is strange because you are in the city, yet there are archaelogical ruins in the middle of it.
another strange thing is that i was spoken to in french quite often. people didn't know what language to speak to me in. most people spoke to me in italian, of course, then i was approached in french at least 6 times. and then english. i think i threw people off with the way i dress, my height, and my brown hair.

i'm now in the fiumincio airport on my way to copenhagen. i may stay for a few days. i'm not sure how many. i've been on about 4 hours of sleep per night. tonight i will have a room alone, so i think i will sleep better. nap time in the plane. everything closes early in copenhagen so i will nap when the stores close. i'm going to try to check out some jazz clubs.

things i will do in copenhagen.

2009-01-05T16:09:00.001-08:00

eat at radisson sas.
eat potato cakes
lousiana museum.
shopping.
vega.

rome in a nutshell.

2009-01-05T15:27:00.001-08:00

we went out friday till 5am. usually people don't really go out until 1-2am. it was a place called la maison. my wallpaper city guide said it was a place for beautiful people, but somehow i don't believe it. there were lots of older men. it was a sausage fest. i think all clubs in italy are sausage fests.

so sara and i woke saturday at 4. didn't leave the hotel room till 630. i went shopping by the spanish steps. everything was either closed or about to close. bummer.
though i found some cool shops, and i ate at this really delish fusion restaurant in the "spagna" area. i ate a pumpkin potato and bacon soup, and a dish made up of raw ahi tuna, avocado, lime and baby greens, and a cafe latte. it was awesome. if i'm in rome, i will visit this restaurant again.
i came back to the hotel at about 11 and waited for sara to call me. we didn't end up going out till 2am. i got to this place called goa, and sara had not arrived yet. at this point i am afraid. sausage galore. i did not want to get hollered at by another agressive man. so i waited until she got there to go inside. we stayed out till 7am this time. we tried to leave earlier. no taxis. luckily this nice group of italians gave us a ride home. thanks girl with blonde hair who i can't remember your name. she was nice enough to take us to the hotel. but in between we stopped at a late night deli and she tried to take us to an after hours club, which had a man wearing military clothing holding a large gun outside. they were closing so they didn't let us in. thank goodness. i was beat. i still am.

sunday we wake up at 1. somehow we managed to not get out of the hotel room till 3. we went to campo dei fiori. i got a pair of shoes. we pretty much just shopped around and got to bed at around 11:30. i had a hard time falling asleep this time though. i think because i didnt have dinner. my starvation must have woken me up.

today we woke up at 8. somehow managed not to get out of the hotel room till 11:20. today i spent time with myself. i went to the vatican and then to the colliseum. i saw at least 20 dead popes. it was weird. st peter's bassilica is pretty much amazing. marble everything. i saw the cloth that jesus's face was wiped on. jesus is no longer a unicorn in my mind.
the colliseum was cool, but expensive. i spent 12 euros. to get in. i have to admit it was very cool. got back to the hotel around 5pm. rested a little and continued shopping. today i got a pair of shoes, a purse, and a jacket. we tried to eat at open colonna. it is closed colonna on mondays. we then tried to eat at crudo. also closed on mondays. then we went to this other restaurant in the area of campo dei fiori. it was ok. i had proscuitto with buffalo mozzarella, and vegetable soup. the soup was sort of bland and soggy. the proscuitto with mozzarella was really good. tonight i will get ready for my flight tommorow.

rome

2009-01-05T14:34:00.001-08:00

word to self(and everyone reading this)...don't ever fly delta. sara and i flew from san diego to rome with a stop-over in atanta,on delta airlines. they have the jenkiest planes i've ever. on our flight from san to atl, we were seated in the exit row, which had a lot of leg room, but our seats did not recline and were hard as rocks. i'm usually a heavy sleeper on airplanes, but this time around i maybe slept 15 minutes at a time. before taking off the flight attendant came around the exit rows to ask if any of us would help out in case of an emergency. we all said yes. then she proceeded to ask me again. i said "yes". she says to me once more,"will you be willing to help?". I said,"yes". she then says,"I NEED A VERBAL RESPONSE!". I said,"yes" again. she was speaking to me as if i don't speak english. the same flight attendant came around again to pass out snacks and completely skips me. what does she have against me? i think she hates her job.

our flight from atl to rome i was asleep most of the time. but for some reason sara's chair didn't recline. bummer.

we got to the airport at aproximately 830am, but for some reason, we didnt get our bags until about 930. arriving at our hotel at about 11am. check in time was 2, but fortunately our room was ready at 1130. perfect! sara and i went to grab a bite to eat and went back to the room to clean up and put on our faces. then we went shopping. after 2 hours of shopping, sara got a belt and i got a leather jacket. my goal now is to find some brown boots and maybe a purse. italy is the place for leather goods.

so we were both so tired from shopping and flying, we went to grab a bite to eat. back to the hotel room. nap from 7-1030pm. got ready and off to "la maison". we were only intending to stay out for an hour or two, but somehow managed to stay out till 5. we woke up today at 9 for breakfast and i was still drunk. went back to sleep again until 430pm. we got up, showered and didn't leave the room till 630pm. i tried to do some shopping. no luck. all of the stores were closing and the ones that were open were completely crowded with people. my search for brown boots and a purse has failed again.
hunger strikes. i found a cute restaurant called ao. pumpkin potato and bacon soup and raw tuna with avocado for dinner. it was delish. booked my flight for copenhagen. and now we are going out again at 130am.

see you next post.

welcome back to america

2008-01-17T11:22:00.000-08:00

what a wake up call. everything that happened on my trip back to america has pointed me into the opposite direction. first i took a taxi to the charles de gaulle airport. i got the one taxi driver who didn't accept cards. so i had to run into the airport and pull out cash in order to pay him. then he yelled at me for making him wait. then i went back into the airport. whoops wrong terminal. so i had to take a tram to the correct terminal which was a 5 minute tram ride (which wasn't too bad), and a 1/2-3/4 mile walk to the right area. then to collect my tax free, i asked the lady at security where i can do that, she said its past security. went through security and customs, which the customs in france is very very friendly. the guy who helped me told me i was beautiful, which i was very flattered since i had gotten no sleep because of going out till 8am when my flight took off at 12:40pm (i allowed myself just enough time to go back, shower, get my stuff, and get myself to the airport). so after i went through security, i went to the tax refund place. once i got there the girl working told me i needed to go back to customs where i can get my receipts stamped. so i got the run around and had to go back through security, once i got back, the tax free office was closed. so i didn't even receive any cash back. then my plane started boarding, not allowing me to get anything to eat for today. the plane ride wasn't so bad. i had an entire row of seats to myself on a very large plane, but i was surrounded by kids that were very excited about flying. shit.

getting off in houston i had to go through customs again. then as i was picking up my luggage, a customs agent comes over to me and asks to see what was in my bags. asks me all of these questions about what i purchased. maybe it was because i look like trouble compared to all the others at the airport. maybe its because i was the only asian in the airport and the side of my hair is shaved. i told him that my flight was taking off pretty soon, so he proceeds to go through all of my stuff. i was so annoyed, kind of felt violated. he ended up adding all of my receipts and charges me $77 for miscalculating how much stuff i had purchased. he didn't even explain to me what was going on. i asked the other guy who was charging my credit card why i was paying more taxes when i had already paid taxes for my purchases. he told me i need to just sign before any questions are answered. then he tells another guy to explain to me what was going on. these guys were the biggest dicks ever. getting on the plane back to san diego i got into my seat. i have an inflatable pillow that i take with me and i put it on the top of my seat just so i can get settled in, and this guy behind me asks if i can move it. wtf. it wasn't even in his way. and i wasn't even going to keep it there. can somebody just send me back to france? i hate people.

welcome home. what a perfect way to end my trip.

sadness

2008-01-15T02:35:00.000-08:00

today is my last day in europe. i'm going to the musee d orsay. shopping shopping and more shopping. sadness. i prolly will go out again till i have my flight to catch. =(

i do look forward to seeing my friends and family.

guide to losing sleep

2008-01-14T15:51:00.000-08:00

-book your flight for 11am
-go out until 8am
-go back to place of shelter just in time to pack up
-grab taxi at 9am to make it to the airport just in time for flight

guide to sleeping the day away

2008-01-13T08:47:00.001-08:00

refer to instructions from "guide to missing your flight".

-rinse and repeat.
-wake up at 5:30 pm

guide to missing your flight

2008-01-12T22:34:00.000-08:00

-first get kicked out of hotel room
-second book your flight for 6am on a sunday morning
-third stay with grace who parties like a rockstar
-fourth let her convince you to stay another night
-fifth go to multiple bars
-sixth stay out till 7:30am on sunday morning

guide to getting kicked out of hotel rooms

2008-01-12T08:32:00.001-08:00

- wait until last possible minute to book hotel.
-perhaps as you are getting onto the airplane to destination(barcelona).
-take improper count of days staying in said destination.
-hotel was booked for 4 nights.
-travel time in destination was 1/08/08-1/13/08
-go out to multiple bars till 8am on day of check out.
-fall asleep thinking that you don't have to check out.
-recieve call from front desk telling you to leave.
-argue with front desk person, even though he or she is right.
-take count of days booked and realize you are wrong.
-make unbooked night a saturday so all rooms are filled.

thank big baby jesus, that grace is letting me stay with her.

amazing grace

2008-01-10T05:58:00.000-08:00

she is my new bff. jorge introduced us. sort of. grace is jorge´s friend. she lives here in barcelona. he told us to meet. he´s unfortunately not here. amazing grace took me out last night. we ended up going to like 3 bars. stayed out till 5 or 6. i´m finally getting out of the hotel right now and it´s 3 pm. we are going to the mies van der rohe pavillion and posiibly the sagra familia by gaudi. and lunch

chill day

2008-01-09T12:21:00.000-08:00

shopping is pretty good here. not like paris, but pretty good. cost of living is awesome. food cheap. hotel super cheap. metro is cheap. i think i have it figured out now.

macba (museum d`art contemporarian barcelona) was cool. there is a big open space right in front of the macba where a bunch of skaters were doing tricks. allying and grinding and what not. no cops were stopping them... didn´t go to the picasso museum yet. i think that will happen tomorow. the museums here don´t close till 8. shopping closes pretty late too i think. but there is siesta between 2-5 i think. so i´m getting ready to go out. hopefuly i don´t stay out till 5 am. meeting with grace, jorge´s friend.

waking up in barcelona

2008-01-09T03:18:00.000-08:00

last night when i checked in, the front desk guy told me i could not extend my stay in my room until the next morning. i was so afraid that i would have to change locations. i love my room too much. to my surprise this morning, i was able to extend my stay. i even have a double room which is more than enough area for me. i can finally hang up my clothes. that hasnt happenned´on my whole trip. the first duration of my trip i was with 3 to 4 people in a room. then i stayed with some parisians in their home. i´m finally alone with an excessively nice room. it´s sort of strange. sometimes unmotivating to leave because i enjoy the space and i know no one in barcelona

barcelona

2008-01-08T16:53:00.000-08:00

so i finally have left paris. i went hunt for french clothes yesterday though. i got a super cute shirt from surface to air, a necklace from collette, and some jil sander shoes. the shoes are sooooo hot (6 inch heels).

got to barcelona a few hours ago. thanks mom for teling me to take spanish in high school. some people speak english but not too well. even the guy working the desk at the hotel, we can barely communicate. fortunately i understand him, i think he understands me. the hotel i´m staying at is pretty sweet. its the nicest place i´ve stayed at in europe ever. and it was not too expensive. i have a huge room with a black granite floor, free internet, a sweet bathroom, a blowdryer, and they even have little gift bags in the bathroom with a shower cap, toothbrush, toothpaste, a brush, a comb, a sponge for showering, and house slippers. wtf. a whopping 83 euro a night. right in the center of town.

went to eat at this super cute diner called flash flash. it is owned by a famous spanish photographer, has a bunch of stencilled pieces of a girl and a camera. the food was good, but quite heavy like most spanish food. i am going to explore some more. prolly going to the picasso museum tomorow and maybe the modern art museum. and perhaps shopping too. people wander the streets till like 3 in the morning here. and it´s only tuesday.

party time

2008-01-08T16:04:00.000-08:00

I want to move here to Paris. The people are so fashionable here and quite welcoming. I met a group of Parisians who have been showing me around. Shopping is amazing and food is so delish. Pastries and baguettes galore. Kronenbourg beer too

so since i´ve been here in europe, we have been going out just about every night. i needed a break so here it is. the parisians party like theres no tomorow. first we start with dinner and wine. then go to the pub. then to clubs. then to the "after". then drink at their homes. how is it 10 am already?

j´taime

2008-01-07T12:06:00.001-08:00

yesterday when i was on the metro, i experience romance second hand. walking through the tunnels i saw some chalk writing on the floor. j´taime marta. turned around a corner i saw a big heart above the name marta. walked up some steps, and i saw a girl taking a picture of another chalk writing on the floor of j´taime marta. then me and my parisian buddies got on our train. she soon followed. we passed a few stops, the girl taking the photo jumps out of the train, runs and hugs a guy waiting at the stop. they both enter the train. i didn´t understand a lot of what they were saying, so i ask my french buddies if that was marta. and of course it was. what a sweet bf. he made a trail for her to find him. j´taime means i love you in french.

london? not so much

2008-01-06T04:33:00.000-08:00

i was supposed to go to london today. booked the wrong ticket. went to the train station. tickets became way too expensive (230 euro one way), so i guess i'm going to barcelona instead.

nye 2008

2008-01-01T17:48:00.000-08:00

so i went to the eiffel tower for nye. it was mad chaos. we left the hotel at 10 and by 11:30pm we were rushing to get there. massive people on the streets, the metro, we couldn´t even get on at some points. so we walked, or ran rather. so we got there right before midnight. people were screaming, dancing, drinking on the streets. no one says anything to you if you have alchohol here. then trying to get home was chaos too. no trains. no taxis. walking. walking. walking. pub till 5 found a taxi, he tried to rip us off (40 euros for a short ride) and then we took the metro when they openned back up.

nye in paris

2007-12-30T06:30:00.000-08:00

paris flight leaves in 5 hours. i havent packed. sleepy. tired. hungry. i just want to be there.

miami

2007-06-21T11:01:00.000-07:00

it's a whole different universe. its kinda like LA but with lots of italians and cubans, but with a lot of pastel colored buildings. shopping is wierd. theres a lot of bling. imagine forever 21 hoochie style, but with screen prints on top of screen prints on top of rhinestones on top of embroidery. i somehow managed to find a few cool spots. thanks superfuture and univ. stopped by univ, arrive, base, dwr, and base annex. got a dress at arrive, a dress at base annex and a few little notebooks and crap. i love base annex.

for my birthday i hung out with a few hairdressers at a place called pawn shop. its the shizzy. its an old pawn shop converted into a bar. lounge areas were made from an airstream, an old bus, and an airplane. good music, good drinks. if i ever come back to miami thats where you'll find me. we also went to a love hate which is owned by the guy who started miami ink. funk and soul all night. fun times.

it was cool. i even went to the beach here. nice water.

pre birthday

2007-06-16T18:17:00.000-07:00

so i got here to miami 1am. i was supposed to get here at 8:40pm. i somehow missed my flight. well, it was at 11:15am, i got to the airport at 10:50am. i thought my flight was at noon. had to catch the next flight...it was delayed. then this morning at 9 am started my certification. the written part wasnt so bad, the lecture really made me nervous. thank god its over. now i'm getting ready for dinner, and later i will celebrate my birthday with a bunch of strange hairdressers. 8 hours and 45 min till i'm 25. but here it is 5 hours and 45 min.

waiting

2007-04-30T15:32:00.000-07:00

i'm at the newark airport. its very close to nyc, but it would take 45 minutes to get there and 45 minutes to get back. i had a lay over of 4 hours and 45 minutes. if i went to nyc i would have to carry my bag, only be able to visit for an hour then get back. it wouldnt be worth it. and i might miss my flight. so i have been here for a total of 2 hours. i have two more to go. sucks. then i get home at 8:30. i dont want to work.

last bulletin from europe

2007-04-30T09:01:00.000-07:00

i'm actually leaving now. that last post has been waiting since yesterday. i havent had internet this last time in berlin. bummer. i'm still going on no sleep. i went to a club last night called 25. it was interesting. it was inside of a little shack in mitte. the doorway has no sign. it just says 25. the club openned up friday and will not be closing until tuesday. amazing. it was super fun. i felt homeless there. they even had trashcans lit with fire. me and my german friends met a girl at 25. she invited us back to her place. i stayed there till 6 am. i had to leave at that time because i had my plane to catch at 9 am. they tried convice me to stay in germany forever. i wanted to, but i have major commitments..like running my salon.

i forgot my dramamine. fuck. i hope i dont throw up all over the place. hopefully the stewardesses have something for me.

berlin again

2007-04-29T17:00:00.000-07:00

back in berlin. finally got here at 4pm yesterday. bummer. i took an early flight so that i could have time in the day to do other things. well at least i got to do a little shopping. bought some skincare products. they have caudalie here and its so much less than in america. and then a got a shirt. had some dinner, went back to the flat i'm staying at and took a nap. woke up at 10:30 went out again. got to watergate at 1:30am. it was the raverest place ever. it was really nice inside. cool led lighting on the ceiling. cheap drinks. awesome. did'nt leave there until 6am. so much fun. germans really love their techno. it was bright outside when i got back. today i went to the schmerz pain exhibit again at the hamburger bahnhof. i'm glad i did because there were some things that i missed the last time. tomorow i am heading back home. sadness. i sort of miss home though. i think asian food in america is so much better than the asian food here. first thing i'm going to do is go to pho saigon. i have not had vietnamese food in a month.

bristol

2007-04-26T11:03:00.000-07:00

this morning, i jumped on the coach to get to bristol...well i missed my coach. had to buy another ticket, finally got here at 12.30pm. went shopping today with tommy in bristol. he has work. i'm here at work with him. and i think we are going out tonight. i have no idea where. yesterday i went to the tate modern, met alexa there. had dinner then did her hair along with her roomate paulina. tommy got his hair cut first, in the morning. tomorow i'm heading back to london. i'm coming back to san diego in just a few days. bummer. be back monday.

london

2007-04-24T14:17:00.000-07:00

longest walk ever. alexa who i'm staying with lives about 2/3 mile from the train station. it was an hour on the train, then another 1/2 hour on the tube. i'm glad i'm in a country where the native language is english. less complications, i can communicate with people again. met a brilliant artist today, and i've only been here for two hours. amazingly i remembered how to get to alexa's house without a map. i'm awesome with trains.

milans trains ended so early. taxis where no where to be found. at late hours. today i think i will go shopping. and i'm going to see the bravery tonight. tomorow i think i will go to the tate modern. i love london. fun!

leaving milan

2007-04-24T09:54:00.000-07:00

last night was the worst night ever. i got locked out of my nice flat, had to wait for the manager to get the keys, waited two hours, had to move to a hotel, waited another hour for a cab, didnt go out. and i didn't sleep last night because of anxiety. now i'm stuck at the airport becasue my flight was delayed. at least i had a hair dryer at the hotel. havent had one for over a week. my hair looks damn good, but my face is haggared. i hate italian men. they are sleazy. worst than men in amsterdam. i do like gelato and cannoli. oh and i got a tastey treat at the airport of nutella with something or other. i have eaten it yet. i think peter would appreciate it.

now i'm heading to london. i love london. i think i'll have a better time there. i shouldn't complain though. i had good times in milan for the most part. it just sucks when your last day went to shits. shopping was awesome. spent too much. salone del mobile was awesome. inspiring. duomo was incredible. i decided i can't eat italian food for a while. got sick of it. pasta everyday, or pizza, or lasagne. i can never get sick of the coffee or cheese though.

slept last night

2007-04-22T19:06:00.000-07:00

and i woke up before noon. actually at 10 am. it was nice. i went to salone del mobile again. finished up. it was awesome. then i went shopping. there was some sort of riot today at duomo (the giant cathedral). i wasnt sure what was going on, but i found out later italy won a futbol game. crazy folks. now i will do a little more shopping

this morning

2007-04-21T17:26:00.000-07:00

i have not slept. its now 5:30 pm. i went out last night to a discotheque called gasoline. stayed there till i think 5am. then hung out with some local italians. they barely knew english. i know no italian. we drove around for hours. i guess that what italians here do. they have cars which is something i didnt expect. it was hilarious trying to comunicate. they could have abducted me and i wouldn't even have known. jk. elize beto and i cant remember the other ones name were really nice. i think. then i went to salone del mobile. couldnt handle it anymore. too tired. bedtime.

leaving stockholm

2007-04-19T16:33:00.000-07:00

i'm sitting at the airport right now in stockholm. i had no idea it would take an hour and a half to get to this airport. i'm headed to milan. right now its 4.40pm and i dont get to milan till 8pm. bahhh humbug! it'll be a total of 9 hours travel time. damnit. yesterday i went shopping and went to this strange gallery. the artist put drywall on the floor and sledge hammered it. she also had multiple questionares for construction workers all over the walls. i was pissed. she's one of those, lets see what i can get away with and call it art. hated it. but the shopping was good. then i made friends with a bunch of people who were staying on the boat house. wierd that i stayed on a boat house. it was sort a hostel situation, but for some wierd reason i did not have to share the room. i had four beds to myself. and an amazing view. so i went to dinner with one buddy. he talks way too much. canadian. i think he just liked to hear his own voice. i tried to go to this bar debase. i guess its really hip with the underground. they closed when i got there. the canadian. damn him. so on the way back i saw eva who was staying on the same floor, and she was headed out to a bar. so i went along with her.... soooooooo much fun. we tried going to several different places, but few are open past 12 on weekdays. stayed out till 3am. didnt really sleep. now i'm at the airport waiting. i'll miss stockholm. swedish people are wierd. and they are really big on self service.

scissor sisters

2007-04-18T12:03:00.000-07:00

such a fun show. lots of sequins, glitter, old people and young dancing. the dj who openned for them played old 90's raver songs. loved it. beer is disgusting. i remember why i don't drink it.

stockholm

2007-04-17T09:36:00.000-07:00

so i arrived in stockholm yesterday. it has been quite an interesting experience. my cab driver was the oldest slowest moving driver on earth. he must have been 180 years old. i did a little shopping. didn't buy much. i tried on a j lindedberg dress that was like 3200 sek which equals 400 usd. it made me look like i was 12. then i went to the ice bar. its completely made of ice. it was freezing. got back to the houseboat slept from 11pm all the way till 1pm. i guess i was catching up for lost time. today i went to the moderna museet. amazing. these northern euro museums are the shit. why don't we have stuff like this in san diego? in every room i was taking notes. so inspiring. tonight i am going to see the scissor sisters. they are playing at some place called the globen annex. i dont think i will stay out too late tonight.

sundays in copenhagen

2007-04-16T00:48:00.000-07:00

are for relaxing. nothing is open. i cannot shop. museums are open. went to the danish design center. it was ok. i went to christiana. its the "free town". meaning you can smoke and buy marijuana there. the people who live there used their squatters rights and started making homes out of an abandoned millitary defense center. so they pretty much pay no rent. they're a bunch of hippies. i definately felt like an outsider there. it was wierd. cool to see it though. liberal peeps. they had a big sign that said "NO HARD DRUGS".

i'm leaving tomorow bummer. i wanted to do so much more shopping. i love copenhagen. i'll miss it. oh well, time to go to stockholm. i've never been there, but i hear its awesome.

illums bolighus

2007-04-14T19:38:00.000-07:00

so i spent my day at illums bolighus ...its the most amazing place ever. i want to furnish my entire house with all things from there. scand design. i was like a kid in a candy store. picking up items is like a guessing game. you never know what it is because the design is functional yet beautful..doesn't look like your typical plastic made american utensil or office product. i want one of each. maybe they can just ship the store back home for me.

the furniture, kitchen items, textiles, dishes...everything was perfect.

oh yeah, i had coffee and pastries from my favorite little conditoori (bakery). the hans christian anderson bakery. the most amazing eclairs ever. spayde, when are you going to learn the recipe so that he can recreate it for me?

shit

2007-04-14T13:40:00.000-07:00

i keep on waking up way too late. its almost 2 again. partied last night, well i didnt leave the hotel till 1:30am. got back at 8:30am. i was invited to some fancy party tonight by some twin danish boys. guess i'll do it all over again. now... i think i'll do some more shopping.

copenhagen

2007-04-13T22:00:00.000-07:00

i just arrived in denmark today, well 8 hours ago. i remember why i love this city. everything about it. the shopping is awesome. the people are nice. the food is good. and quirky funny things, like, there is a pub called rosie mcgee's....there motto is, "probably the best beer in town". so, it may be the best, but they're not so sure. ha! oh and girls ride their bikes dolled up in heels, dresses, tights, whatever. they are so stylish. and the department store illums bolighus is amazing.

anyway two dresses, one top, and a fanny pack later, the stores start closing around 7. i watched a guy juggle torches along with an axe. his english was poor and his jokes were worst. i love it. and the boys are quite handsome here. that makes copenhagen that much better. well, since everything but the bars are closed, i'm going to give Vega a shot again. i had a lot of fun the last time i went there. then tomorow i'm taking a trip to the Louisiana, which is an amazing museum for contemporary arts. beautiful. and maybe more shopping after. i will have to look up some places. i dont remember the names of streets they are on.

living it up

2007-04-13T06:16:00.000-07:00

ok so i went to 3 bars tonight. paris clubs stay open till the sun comes up. i saw charles baptiste at truskel, went to le paris paris, went to another bar, back to le paris paris (leparisparis.com) and now its 6am. i have a flight to catch in 4 hours. when will i get sleep? maybe tomorow.

oh yeah went shopping with peter. bought 2 pairs of shoes and a dress. peter didnt come out because he was feeling sick.

the louvre

2007-04-12T01:35:00.000-07:00

Boring! the structure is quite beautiful. napoleans apartment is beautiful, the rest of it however is mundane. all of the art is old works of old masters. i guess i'm not really into that. sculptures, italian art, renaissance era, religious works, mona lisa, blah blah. we've all seen it before. i'm glad i saw the building though.

oh, but i did get to see peter. he happenned to be here also for some sneaker tour that he's a part of. i'm going to his show tomorow, and possibly see some french punk music. and do lots of shopping.

Paris...

2007-04-10T18:09:00.000-07:00

not as magical as one would think...then again i just got here and havent explored too much yet. i'm probably just whining because i spent 1.5 hours in the train.

changed my mind

2007-04-10T01:51:00.000-07:00

Paris is gorgeous. better at night i think. i went to the eiffel tower today. i didnt think i would get entirely excited about it, but it is a massive structure, amazing is was built so long ago. i even went to the top and spent some time up there. beautiful view. i wish i had some one to share it with. =(

smooth sailing

2007-04-08T19:50:00.000-07:00

i woke up late today...230pm german time. i went to the Hamburger Bahnhof. they do not have hamburgers there. just art. lots of it. warhol, litchensen, jeffrey boons, amazing shit. shmerz pain was the main exhibit. all things pain, medical tools, forceps, medical deformities, it was awesome. to the moon was another exhibit..it was multi media, i can explain it but it will take me an hour to type it out, so i won't. check out http://www.hamburgerbahnhof.de/ if you are interested. i think i may make a trip back to this musdeum tomorow. it was amazing.

damnit

2007-04-08T14:54:00.000-07:00

i wanted to get up by noon...its now almost 3

sorry i lied.

2007-04-07T22:27:00.000-07:00

didn't get my phone stolen. the club found it. i'm going to pick it up right now. damn drunk people misleading me to think that a black man stole it. fucken nazis

disaster continues

2007-04-07T15:18:00.000-07:00

i was so trashed that some one stole my cellphone and i didnt know it. at least i had fun. watching germans get down to crunk was the most hilarious thing ever. i laughed out loud...by myself

just got back

2007-04-07T06:00:00.000-07:00

people in berlin party till the morning and afternoon. crazy germans. i just got back and its 6am

disasterous day in berlin

2007-04-06T20:30:00.000-07:00

tried to go to vitra design museum. they moved it.
tried to go to hamburger bahnof. it closed 10 minutes after i got there.
forgot some pills at home. tried to get them at the pharmacy. they woudn't let me. had to go to the hospital to get a prescription. couldn't find it. took a cab to the hospital that was five blocks away. cant understand anything. had to go back to the pharmacy.

got back to the hotel and it was already 930. that was my day. i've had better ones. now i'm going to party it up. hopefully no disaster happens.

at least i had a good dinner...and i know where i want to shop tomorow. oh yeah i wanted to go shopping today, but all of the stores were closed by the time i was done figuring out my day.

i just arrive in berlin

2007-04-06T11:30:00.000-07:00

why are all of the signs in german? i don't understand anything and i need to kill time.

i'm leaving in 3.5 hours

2007-04-04T02:29:00.000-07:00

and i havent even packed yet. crazy bitch!