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For Christmas of 2005, I went to Hong Kong. And never told anyone how my trip was. This was not because I've been keeping secrets, but because I am the world's most forgetful person. (Not the most. But I'm pretty much up there with intending to do things and not getting around to them. See also, 'thesis'.)
I do have notes, though, in my wee moleskine notebook right after the two pages with Molson labels that say "I saw you looking at me looking at you" and "me love you long time". So at long (long, long) last, here are my notes from my Hong Kong trip.
( 12/23/05: We're not going to have enough road to get up to 88. )
And that's it! The next thing I have is a page of random linguistic silliness, and then the notes from my Dublin trip last summer, which I did post in a timely manner. :-)
I do have notes, though, in my wee moleskine notebook right after the two pages with Molson labels that say "I saw you looking at me looking at you" and "me love you long time". So at long (long, long) last, here are my notes from my Hong Kong trip.
( 12/23/05: We're not going to have enough road to get up to 88. )
And that's it! The next thing I have is a page of random linguistic silliness, and then the notes from my Dublin trip last summer, which I did post in a timely manner. :-)
