Mi Piace Tanto l'Italia!

So, last night as I was stuffing my poor fried brain with last minute info on Amelogenin and Streptococcus mutans, my mom called from Italy and said, in Thai, "I was in Verona yesterday and took a picture of Romeo and Juliet's balcony like I promised I would. But I'm in Venice now. I took a gondola ride like in that Casanova movie you forced me to watch at the cinema, and they got a guy to play a violin and everything; too bad your dad isn't here (aww!). Oh, and I'm going to Milan the day after tomorrow. Do you want anything?"

:D!!!

Oh, happy day!

Talk about music to my ears.

Still, as much as I covet those lovely Italian handbags, I have to say they tend to lose their glamour and appeal very quickly here in Thailand, especially since everyone and their mother can get scarily perfect replicas of them from Siam Square or Jatujak for about a tenth of their original price.

But with that in mind, I must say that I'm only human. And as much as I like to harp on those khun yings and their LV/Gucci/Fendi monogrammed bags, I still love me some designerware. In other words, I want this SO VERY BADLY. I know it's not Italian, but they have to have it in Milan, because hello, this is MILAN we're talking about here.

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Anyway, Italian bags aside, I had a very weird moment last week. Seriously. This ranks way up there with my encounter with Mr. Handlebar Mustasche, as you will soon see...

[While walking out of Kinokuniya at Paragon, a guy in a NYU shirt comes up from behind me]
NYU GUY: Excuse me, do I know you?
ME: [too engrossed with sending Goi a text message to notice that said question was being directed at me]
NYU GUY: Excuse me?
ME: [still too engrossed]
NYU GUY: [tapping me on the shoulder]
ME: [looking up, surprised as hell]
NYU GUY: Hi. Sorry, but do I know you from somewhere?
ME: Um, I don't think so.
NYU GUY: [frowning] Yeah, I do...I swear I've seen you before somewhere.
ME: [taking a step back, slightly skeeved] No, really. I'm pretty sure I've never seen you before in my entire life.
NYU GUY: [brow furrowed, clearly certain he's seen me before] No, wait. Now I remember! You have that blog!
ME: [Still in a daze, thanks to my Embryology final] Huh?
NYU GUY: Yeah, your blog -- brain farts, or something?
ME: [turning about a million shades of red] Oh. THAT.

Anyway, NYU Guy turned out to be Riley, a grad student at NYU who's currently trekking through Thailand, Asia, and in his words, "as far as his wallet will allow him." He found my blog while googling for Thai blogs in preparation for his trip, and said that he only meant to read a few entries, but ended up reading everything even though he doesn't give one fig about hot phantoms, British boy bands, or medical dorkiness...which I thought was very nice of him, all things considered. He said I should blog more often, and I totally intend to, now that finals are finally coming to a close.

Speaking of which, thank you, Finals, it's all because of you that my biological clock is now officially screwed. One week of getting 2-3 hours of sleep/night will do that to you. I mean, look at me -- it's 4:49 in the am and here I am hitting up blogger. Oh, the sadness!

Currently Playing: I Don't Feel Like Dancing by the Scissor Sisters. Justin might have brought SexyBack, but the Sisters have totally brought DiscoBack. It's like sitting in a time warp; their stuff seriously reminds me of the old 70's disco songs my dad used to play on our old record player when I was a kid, except better, even. I mean, their stuff is so ridiculously catchy, it's not even funny. So with that said, I dare you to listen to this song and NOT dance. Go on, I dare you!