They sat on the curb, their knees knocking against one another, their bellies warm from fried food. O licked her fingers. She reached over and poked Q on his cheek.
Q shot her a glance as he shoved a few pieces of fried sweet potato and onion into his mouth. He chewed slowly, then, “So, are you ready to go?”
O shook her head. “Definitely not, we just got here.”
Recently, in a kind of spur of the moment thing, I booked a trip with a friend to visit Kuala Lumpur and Penang. I’m trying to visit different countries in Asia and get a bit more out of my comfort zone (more than I already am anyway) for the time being, which means, more trips abroad (I’m thinking Taiwan and Hong Kong early next year).
This is the first time I’ve visited a country in Southeast Asia (more on that later), and while we did the whole shopping/spas/massages on certain days, I didn’t really find them camera worthy (I mean, a mall in America is pretty much the same as a mall anywhere else).
Warning: This is a satirical piece. The author does not condone any of this behavior or practices. This was merely written as kind of a
I felt strange. Not really a tourist or visitor, but feeling like one in my own city. Connected, but not necessarily, and really only just in the occasional situation, and occasional environment. I felt a bit fragmented like I had been unraveled and was desperately trying to piece myself back together, yet I was always missing a few bits, and I found that they were much more important than I originally thought they were. I spent much of my time in America wandering, both mentally and physically. Much of my days passed at the backs of coffee shops alone or wandering through bookstores trailing my fingers along shelves, yet buying nothing.
Language is an incredibly irritating thing. As a writer, I dedicate too much of my time to trying to find the right words. I’m constantly overthinking the placement of adjectives, verbs, and whatever else because I want to perfectly encapsulate a scene for my audience. I want to be able to present what’s in my head as accurately as possible – describe a feeling, create something tangible from the intangible, make someone else somewhere else in the world empathize, and understand.
Some of these things can apply to other Asian countries, but of course, I’ve only ever lived in South Korea, so this is specific to my own experience. Most of these are things that I have yet to see any other article or blog mention, and I tried to highlight at least a few really important things to keep in mind, especially because most of these can affect your health.
This is by no means a complete list, but just some of the foods I’ve seen the most often when I’m out (and busy stuffing
It’s Wednesday morning; pouring outside – currently, has been, and will be the rest of the day. Despite this, I’m feeling oddly refreshed, a telling
A couple of weeks ago, I decided that I was going to be an adult. A real adult this time, like the kinds you see
“Something’s wrong,” he whispered, laying the bird down on the table. It slid out of his palms, its head bending backwards so the nape of
