So let see, I left the states in October 2004 for the reason of running away from my future. Of which I am no longer running (just flat out denied) but still have been living out of ever changing luggage since. 2004 finale was spent with a danny-lax-loaned black Northface hiking backpack, joey pack included. It was stationed in Singapore, but collected dust in Vietnam, Malaysia and luckily missed out on a Thai tsunami. The pack epitomized a globe trekking westerner and continued to represent me finely into the first three quarters of 2005 where I became more of a resident tourist in my Taipei weight loss campaign. We endured a few more trips like the M.I.(n).L.F. Cambodia tour, multiple sh*t brick and urine tours to HK, bottomless pageant girl Macau tour, and fight-w-mom China tour before being returned to its owner, who by then was irritatingly nagging for it. He got it back with a meal at Koi. Jews! Hahaha. no Danny I very grateful. Thank you.
September to December in NY had me living out of an old duffel bag I found in my room that I stationed in Franks room while rekindling my acquaintance with he couch that will christened? It was quite the handy bag due to its size, as it welcomed my sneakers, tshirts and aer/marquee/kunjip/ile into johns trunk?attire. Those were some crazy days and marked the start of my makeshift days. I think when returned to Asia late Dec. I continued to use the black duffel. By then the bag was getting torn up, strap clinging for dear life, yet I still managed to squeeze out a few more months of heavy use before moving onto another loaned, well traversed Oakley backpack. Dual straps gave more comfort but it wasn mine and I was constantly shuffling for a new pack when the owner needed it back. I think I even tried going with a vintage Gucci carry on-esque bag, but even with international hetero-leeway, I wasn willing to use that on a daily basis, especially after he locker room incident?
Kimbo to the rescue. Currently using a Red northface. Commonly known as the pdpsi pledge pack. ept instead of bricks in my bag, I carry toiletries and a change of clothing. It definitely doesn hold enough clothes for a heavy sweating machine, but i somehow made due @ chomos with 1.5 sets of clothes lasting 5 days. Uhhhis post is getting boring. Even if u knew me, u might have trouble finding parallels in the above paragraphs because what started out a potential interesting parallel turned into a muggy mess. I don know what I talking about anymore.
One day I going to get this one LV carry-on. Apparently genes not only determine physical traits, but actual purchases as well. I think three of us have one, to match the LV passport holder of course.
Dumplings and Kelly Clarkson
So I did a lot of walking today and happened to walk by this...Trekked to Mong Kok for my plane ticket. Finally bought a sim card, a bit late knowing my TW phone bill for may is probably gonna be 10000NT. Blegh. For all u new readers that like seeing pictures of new places, scenery, etc. I no longer a tourist, sorry. I don have the urge to be posing next to statues or trekking to see Buddha. If you feel youe missed out on my picture-frenzied posts, just scroll back and read but you might have to request pictures because I didn start using flickr until 2005. Here and there Il still take pictures of food that I haven had, things I haven seen, but overall youe only going to get a steady flow of debaucher-ous stupidity. Which is how we do.
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bookmarked and printed. i'm now on my way of being the next best thing since nick lachey.
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