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Greetings from taipei! Kim and I are waiting for our lasttt transfer to vn. No more flying pleaseeee! The things we have to deal with on this flight. China airline, you suck. Our adventure has only begun but there is so much that we’ve encountered already. Kim is curled up in a ball next to me right now. Hungry, cold, and on a college budget , we didn’t bother getting a hotel for our 10 hours layover. The result was two Asian girls with two backpacks looking like preggers roaming the airport for food, Internet, and a place to crash. We ended up sleeping in a Jewish prayer room. Good enough! Will update more from the mother land !

It’s puzzling how two complete strangers can become so close within a short span of time.  and it’s odd when i try reasoning in my head the friendship we have.  i like reading your stories. i know you like telling them because you say no when i ask you, but you always end up telling me anyways. I feel like a kid on nights where a deep conversation arise and you start spamming me with your stories. for someone who’s so successful and living such a comfortable higher middle class life, you’re not at all who you seem to be.  I like how you’re so willing to share to me that old part of your life. How do you open up so easily? because every time i try it feels like i’m letting you know way more than you should about me.  I always wonder, why do you talk to me? but i like to think that you like good conversations and someone to tell all your stories to. maybe that’s why you keep talking to me, because i don’t mind listening.