signed up to Blogger two days ago and just now figured out how to post a picture! I never thought of myself as computer illiterate but I have been defeated by the world of blogging. I never quite understand why people blog, I mean it is like opening up your diary to the rest of the world to read and to comment on, isn't it? But sometimes when I'm bored and Googling aimlessly, I'd come across some really funny blogs wondering how come I don't have one, I have some interesting stories to share and I certainly have a lot to say, as Jez would vouch for that, so I should have a blog and by god I will and I do!
But most people have some kind of a theme and I don't really have a theme..the challenge is I actually write in this blog of mine. So we will see...
I don't know why I didn't keep track of the events of the last 3 1/2 years, it was life changing and scary and unknown and I pretty sure there's a book in there somewhere. After packing up whatever's left after I sold everything I owned in the last 12 years being in the States, I bought a one way ticket back to where I was born, Taiwan. I don't know why I went back, all I know was I needed a change, I needed to get away from California, from the bad memories collected from living in San Francisco, from all the fights, from the dramatic events surrounded my "FBI wanted" then boyfriend, from it all..so I went home, the only place I knew that will always accept me, or so I thought..
And Taiwan was nothing I expected, I wasn't going home, I was a tourist! I didn't know where I was going, had no friends, had no sense of direction, couldn't figure out left or right, couldn't even cross the street, I mean the light says "pedestrian walk", why are all these mopeds charging towards me at record speed??
I couldn't figure out...I couldn't figure out why I was two sizes bigger than everyone else when I was a healthy size 6 in America, I am now an obese size 6 in Taiwan. I wore shorts and tank tops because it's hot and I like to be tanned, but Taiwanese girls wear long sleeve shirts and pants and walk around with an umbrella so they can keep their ghastly white complexion. And I couldn't figure out why does everyone talk to each other like they're screaming at each other? And I'm fluent in Mandarin and I still feel like people are shouting!
But not all was bad, the food, the food is amazing, there's no food like Taiwanese food..
But 8 months was all i could handle. After living away from home since i was 19, moving back home and living with parents was a new experience, and not a good one. So I looked for a way out and London was it. Out of the blue this "fashion school", Istituto Marangoni, came calling out of nowhere. The catalogue looked amazing (now I know it's all smokes and mirrors but oh well..) and I wanted to travel to Europe, London was on the top of the list but it's not a bad start, so 2005, with no place to live, no friends, no relatives, no clue how the Underground system worked, I landed at Heathrow at 4am and said to myself "what the hell are you doing"?
And that was two years ago....and this is the most important year, my last year in school, as one of the oldest student in school. This summer my internship with Inca Production has to help me figure out what it is that I want to do...if not buyer, or PR, or advertising, or designer, what the hell it is that I want to do...so third year, important year...crucial..scary..
okay, written enough, nap time...although it is sunny in London today, we don't get a lot of those here...
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