Beard Update

Well there it is. The end result of my beard growing adventure. I’m planning on chopping it all off on Monday and rolling with just a mustache for a day. Sure it will look silly, but it’s something that needs to be done. Perhaps I’ll take a picture of that.

Also, this weekend my dad is going to play drums at my aunt’s fundraiser. Woot!

Beard Update

Here’s a update on the beard status. Oddly enough I’m wearing the same shirt that I was wearing for the last picture.

I think it’s coming along quite nicely. Not much to say about it. Still itches, Jules still doesn’t like it, and it still makes me look cool. ;)

Anti-aging

It’s kind of funny, because this week I have been told by various people- bank teller, fellow students, and even a couple of random Thailand tourists to name a few- that I look really young. As in I look like a high school or college student, and not the getting-near-26 that I am. Which is fine, really, but I’ve never garnered this much comment before. I’m either regressing at an alarming rate or I’m just having more new human social interaction than I’ve had in years. Ah, the mysteries of life.

My Shirt of The Day (it’s good to have kiwi aunt uncles with a good sense of humor):

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This Past Week

The result of my wall painting efforts. Wall 1:

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Heading out to see the Hong Kong Children’s Orchestra:

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Some highlights for the night:

Funny Item #1:

My old Chinese Choir teacher, Sister Teresa, was at the concert (retired from SF back to Portland last year).

Sister Teresa: How’s your Sai Lo? (at this point her inflection sounded like Child. As in MY child)

Me: Um, beg your pardon??? (My friend Chi also looked at her weirdly, because he heard the same thing)

Sister Teresa: You have a Sai Lo, right?

At this point she uses a slightly different inflection (read: correct), eyes Chi, and then it clicks. She was actually saying Sai Lo. Little Brother. Different Emphasis.

Me: Oh, that’s just a family friend. My brother is older than me.

Funny Item #2:

I was talking to Chi, and was telling him that my grandmother didn’t really get or fully appreciate music (she likens music to sawing and noise; Ngee Ngee Ngaw Ngaw, if you will). And he looked over at my grandmother, sitting at the edge of her seat, staring intently ahead. “See, she appreciates music. Look how interested she is”. And at that point, my grandmother suddenly burst out with, “That guy is REALLY bald on the back of his head!!”. Ah, so that’s what she was looking at. Music, what music?

At a bakery for some bahn mi

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