
I have officially left California. Right now, I am chillin' in the Detroit airport rockin' the wireless internet and waiting for my flight to New York La Guardia (pronounced LaGwaaahhhdia). It was kind of weird to leave. When I was packing, I kept thinking about what I could not bear to be without for the next X number of years, which was pretty much EVERYTHING. But after I took into account that Hong Kong is hot as hell, I quickly eliminated a bunch of sweatpants and sweatshirts. There are still a bunch of CD's and DVD's that I wanted to bring, but I guess I'll have to pick up my Ramones CD next time.
So on my last night, the characters were Lance, Cliff, and Arnie. We cruised to Duplex in SF to meet Daisy for her birthday party. Fortunately for us, she had a really hot black friend and a really cute sister. Unfortunately for us, we quickly became "shy Asians". Maybe in Hong Kong, the "shy Asian" disease will be overlooked because everyone will be a shy Asian. But then, all

the Brit and Aussie dudes are going to come in and take our lunch money. Conclusion - it is never money to be a shy Asian. Just yell out "yeah son!" and start balling like you got 10 inches. (probably a direct quote from my friend Nathan who is rockin' out with his cockin' out in Buenos Aires)
Every time I am at the airport, which is quite often actually, I buy a copy of the Economist. I have no idea why. Maybe it's because I want to feel like an intellectual world traveler and that I need to be up to date with all the economic and political dealings of every freaking country in the world. What ends up happening though, is I read all the parts about the U.S. and maybe Asia and I skip all the stuff about the random "curreny deflation in Sudan" or whatever the f*ck else they have in there. I also like the fold the magazine in half length-wise, because then I feel like I've really dug into it and it's all wrinkled. When in actuality, the wrinkledness is forced and not due to any extensive reading I've done. What a poser I am. Even though I realize all of this, I continue to buy the Economist, because there is always this small small chance (like Dumb and Dumber 1 in a million small) that I will start to enjoy reading the random "recession in Laos" articles and it will begin a lifetime of worldliness. It's like that moment when you realize you enjoy drinking beer, like truly truly enjoy. I'm still waiting for that moment with the Economist.

Lastly, here is a picture of my really really cool cousin from Hong Kong. His name is Piu Yip and he is 14 years old. It's funny, because he is ridiculously tall and resembles Everett when Everett was younger. Right now, he's in LA with his uncle on the other side, but in September, he'll be back in Hong Kong, where the two of us will ball it up hard.
Oh wait, one more thing. I signed on an apartment in Hong Kong finally. It's the one with the view! Yes, the one I thought I had lost - it is now mine. Yeah son!