China's food (or something really bad) has finally taken me down. The little bug is stronger than the French one.

This is the soup that assassinated my bowels.
I flew from LA to Dublin on Sept. 20th, 2007 on a one-way ticket. I've passed through Dublin and Kilkenny in Ireland, Edinburgh and Glasgow in Scotland, Paris, London, Brussels and Bruges, Amsterdam, and then Cinque Terre and Rome in Italy. I then spent 3 weeks in China and toured the Philippine Islands in search of my roots. Vietnam, Cambodia, Australia and Palau came next, then a whirlwind tour of New York and a quick stop to San Francisco. I arrived at home on June 10th, 2008.
2 comments:
ew. that's what you get when you eat food that looks like that and comes in a plastic/paper cup nonetheless. it's like asking for a new ass hole. literally.
:) hurry up n come home so i can have someone to eat food with me.
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