On Holiday
On Wednesday, I’m hopping on a plane and taking a week and a half trip to Hong Kong and Tokyo. Nothing work-related, just a personal vacation with my friends Ank and Belinda, in another attempt to cross off more items on my “places I want to visit before I die” list. (If you’re in the area, drop me a line at ernie at this domain address.)
To be honest, I’ve been so preoccupied with life stuff that it still hasn’t really hit me yet that in less than 48 hours, I’ll be on a airplane crossing the Pacific. Given my luck, I will probably be sitting in economy class between a family of eight: seven of those eight family members will probably be two year olds, and if I’m lucky, they’ll be throwing temper tantrums or crapping in their pants or slurping on the soup noodles they brought from home or a combination of them all. Also, I’m visiting in the middle of typhoon season. LOVE IT.
I’m going to be visiting some aunts and cousins on my mother’s side of the family, relatives I’ve never met before now. My mom has given me bottles of multi-vitamins to give to them, which seems to be the universal gift of what someone from America gives to family members in Asia. I’m not sure what to really expect, or what they’re expecting, if anything at all - I imagine them waiting at a train station or a restaurant or wherever we’re going to meet and expecting to meet some 6′3″ Harvard grad that enjoys studying medicine and playing concertos as a hobby and then being disappointed that they come across me: a short, tubby, hella loud, sometimes hyper awkward American with a bad Mandarin accent and an awkward haircut.
Holy shit, I hope this doesn’t turn out to be a fucked up version of the last chapter from the Joy Luck Club.
Oh yeah, I’ll also be visiting Tokyo, where I hope to find Pochacco postcards, anime tentacle porn, or anime tentacle Pochacco porn.
My mind is scattered and I’ve been so focused on work, side projects and adjusting to life in San Francisco that I’m looking forward to this trip - where I can just concentrate on what’s in front of me, whether it’s the Hong Kong skyline, shopping for a bunch of pirated DVDs perfectly legal entertainment-based media or even reading a book on the flight there. (That being said, if a two year old kid pukes on me on the plane, heads will roll.)
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