I'll Never Break Your Heart

Moment of the day: Ming and Liz singing their little hearts out to Backstreet Boys and even harmonizing, singing the "improv" lines and "mmm"s. Priceless.

Well we're still not done with the doc, but Ming Ming got so much done today. She rocks at this editing thing. I suck at it. I keep messing things up. After work and going over to school, we treated ourselves to Thai food. It was quite yummy.

It saddens me that tomorrow will be my last Saturday at Portobello. Ming Ming and I are finally going to do our Asian tourists act tomorrow, I think. Since everyone assumes we're Japanese tourists, might as well have fun with it. I'm expecting lots of foberrific pictures - I probably won't post those online.

(oh my gosh I can't even type right now - the Backstreet Boys sing-a-long is hilarious)

Anywho, things I want to do this weekend:
- buy bone china for my mommy and her friends
- finish the National Gallery - I have one wing left! Saved the best for last!
- eat Indian food
- take one last trip to Tate Modern and sit in front of "my Pollock" for a couple of hours (perhaps try to take a picture of it - risk getting kicked out)
- go to Westminster Abbey for service and listen to the boys choir
- hmm, can't think of anything else, any suggestions?
- perhaps just enjoy London
- try to get some color, so I don't look as sickly when I go back home. I'm as pale as a ghost.

tired

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Delirium

- "Grace, there's only so much you can pick!" - Nancy on me picking my cigarette but scab.
Good news: what I thought was a scar is a scab, so now that I've picked at it, I just have a bald spot on my arm.

- "It should actually be quite miserable by Thursday." - weather forecaster on the weather in London. I can't believe she said this with a smile and cheery tone.

- "I'm so over it!" - all of us on our journalism projects.

Soul Food

I went to Maurizio Pollini's Chopin concert Sunday. I truly nearly cried tears of joy. I can't believe I was there, so close. *sigh* Pollini was flippin' brilliant. He played with such expressivness. That hall was not big enough for the emotions of that man. He would look up to the sky at times and take these deep breaths as if he were inhaling the notes that were exuding from the open grand piano before him. As he was playing, I could hear him breathing deeply and see him closing his eyes so tightly at times hunched over the keys. He would use his right foot to push the pedal and his left foot would shuffle back and forth, sometimes pressing so hard to the ground that he would slightly rise from the seat. I liked how he hummed and mumbled as he played - it was neat how I could hear him singing along to what he was playing. He basically took my breath away. I was mesmerized for three hours. At the end, he received a standing-o and played FOUR encores. It was amazing - especially the last two pieces - he was so just there! He played with such intensity and precision.

Well, I could go on and on... but I'll just leave it at that. What can I say? I heart Chopin and now I heart Pollini. He seemed like such a nice, modest man.

Grey

I have a feeling this is going to be a song I will be obsessed with:

The sky is grey
The sand is grey
And the ocean is grey

And i feel right at home
In this stunning monochrome
Alone in my way

I smoke and i drink
And every time i blink
I have a tiny dream

But as bad as i am
I'm proud of the fact
That i'm worse than I seem

What kind of paradise am I looking for?
I've got everything i want and still I want more
Maybe some tiny shiny key
Will wash up on the shore

You walk through my walls
Like a ghost on tv
You penetrate me

And my little pink heart
Is on its little brown raft
Floating out to sea

And what can i say
But I'm wired this way
And you're wired to me

And what can i do
But wallow in you
Unintentionally
What kind of paradise am I looking for?
I've got everything I want and still I want more
Maybe some tiny shiny key
Will wash up on the shore

Regretfully
I guess I've only got three
Simple things to say:
Why me?
Why this now?
Why this way?
With overtones ringing
And undertows pulling away
Under a sky that is grey
On sand that is grey
By an ocean that's grey

What kind of paradise am i looking for?
I've got everything I want
And still I want more
Maybe some tiny shiny key
Will wash up on the shore

Food

Foods I will eat as soon as I get back:
1. King Taco burrito
2. Ggo-lee-gom-tang
3. Good sushi
4. Shik-do-rak
5. In-N-Out Cheeseburger w/o meat
6. basically most Korean food
7. Smoothie!!!
8. Fruits and Vegetables (they're so expensive here - all I basically eat here are carbs.. LOTS of bread/pasta)
9. Tofu, lots of it.

Foods I will miss when I get back:
1. CRUMPETS! Oh, my love.
2. Chicken sandwich from the Kebab place across the street
3. nutella (I know we have it in the States, but I like leaving it as a Europe thing - for some reason, I only eat it obsessively when I'm in Europe)
4. yummy teas

Random Thoughts

1. So I'm super jealous of Ming because she finally got to eat one of the sandwiches we make at work. I have still not eaten a Gazzano's sandwich. I must confess that I have actually had to really stop myself THREE times from just biting into one of the sandwiches I've made. Ming says we can call it the "Grace special" - a Gazzano's sandwich with a nice bite mark. Can you believe I make 8 dollar sandwiches? Can you believe people buy 8 dollar sandwiches for lunch? Then have a 3 dollar latte. By the way, I learned how to use the espresso machine today. It was so much fun. I can't wait to own one of my own.

Working at Gazzano's makes me use my left hand more. I like it. I feel much more efficient.

2. Something is so wrong when Ming and I are sitting right in front of each other and IMing, while she's talking through the internet with a friend back home. Hi Will!

3. I hate dreams that involve airplanes, airports, traveling, etc. They bite.

4. I like dreams about people who make me happy.

5. But who is she?!

6. Good grief.

Speed of Sound

how long before I get in
before it starts, before I begin
how long before we decide
before I know what it feels like
where do, where do I go
if you never tried then you'll never know
how long do I have to climb
up on this side of this mountain of mine

look up, I look up at night
planets are moving at the speed of light
come up, up in the trees
every chance that you get
is a chance you seize
how long I can stand
with my head stuck under the sand
I start before I can stop
before I say things that I made up

and all that noise, all that sound
all these pieces that I have found
and the earth is gone flying at the speed of sound
to show how it all began
birds come flying from the underground
if you could see it then you'd understand

ideas that you'll never find
all the inventors could never design
all the buildings that you put up
Japan and China were all lit up
the first sign that I couldn't read
all the land that I couldn't see
somethings you have to believe
but others are puzzles, puzzling me

and all that noise, all that sound
all those pieces that I have found
and the earth is gone flying at the speed of sound
to show how it all began
birds come flying from the underground
if you could see it then you'd understand

all those signs I knew what they meant
somethings you can't invent
something... something...

words go flying at the speed of sound
to show how it all began
birds came flying from the underground
if you could see it then you'd understand
oh, when you see it then you'll understand

i heart coldplay.

Lab Rat

Good grief. My brain feels tired. I spent four hours of my day transcribing a 20-minute interview verbatim - it's physically draining to listen so intently for four hours, rewinding, relistening, etc. Plus, I've had way too much stimulation the last 24 hours. I feel like a lab rat - those poor things.

We had an interview this morning with a health official. She was super nice and quite helpful. She cycles 5 miles to an underground station, then rides the train to work to be environmentally sound. She rocks my world.

Then on the way home, Ming and I took a cab (my first time) to get some thoughts about the new green tax (it's a 20p = 40 cents surcharge to every cab fare that goes towards making taxis more environmentally friendly). First, we tried to ask this guy if we could interview him on the way home and he said no, drove off. So we decided we just had to wing it. We got in a cab, pretended like we were American tourists, which isn't very hard to do.

Ming: So, I heard that you guys are starting this green tax thing? Have they started that yet?
Cab driver: Oh yeah, they started that this month.
(He proceeds to go on and rant about how useless it is)
Ming and I chime in every so often with our American-ness: What? 20p? That's like 40 cents! What's the government doing? Wow, it's gonna take a lot of 20p's to fix the environment.

Meanwhile, I'm taping the entire thing. He didn't say anything because he probably assumed I was taping anything and everything because I'm an American tourist. So he dropped us off near our flat, but didn't know exactly where our little street was, so he offered to show us a map, but we said we would just ask around. So yeah, I feel that it's a bit unethical; but I shall share the truth with you all - my friends who will not judge me (minus you, yes you).

I have to get this project done! It's really stressing me out - can't sleep, no appetite, the usual symptoms of stress. It's all good though - we'll get this baby done by next week then it's relaxin' and finishing up my museums 'til I go home.

I practiced packing and everything fits. The only issue is carrying my ginormous bag that I've replaced my suitcase with. It's basically a huge shopping bag. Hmmm... gotta think about how I'm going to manage that.

*Sigh*

Today was a nice day. Just a simple nice day. I started out the day reading Proverbs, which is well, full of proverbs. Today, it was all about understanding and how with understanding comes wisdom.

Then, I worked on the doc for a little bit. Ming came back from Paris and we caught up on things. It's nice to have her back. :) We went to the South Bank Centre along the River Thames. She got tickets for the Chopin concert next Sunday, so now she can be my date. We spent a majority of our time browsing the outdoor bookstore along the Thames. It's quite a sight - a bunch of books on tables outside. It was a glorious sight. Oh, don't you worry - of course, I took pictures.

By the way, there were other people taking photos as well. They would take random pictures of people looking through the books and such. I thought it was neat. Then, I caught one man taking pictures of me. So I thought later on, I wonder how those pictures turned out. I wonder what he thinks as he looks at those photos - photos of strangers. Quite a mystery to me.

We came back, ate dinner, talked, did pilates (more laughed than actually exercise). We decided that we both needed to catch up in our journals. So we put the kettle on, made our cups o'tea, I turned on the Chopin and we journaled. It was nice to slouch, sink into the couch, sip my brown rice/green tea, while listening to Chopin and writing in my journal. The entry was quite random, sad at times, sappy, thoughtless and thoughtful at the same time. Ok, now I'm not making sense so that's my cue to sign out.

Off to go practice packing.

Yay!

"Just got paid, Friday night
Party hoppin', feelin right"

*wink, wink* Mon.

However, rather than 'party hoppin', I shall be doing some script writing. Hey, at least we got some interviews - one with a health official and another with a professor. The government official rejected me because it's election time here and things are a bit crazy. Boo. Oh well, I am still thankful for the two other ones.

Gazzano's

I started working downstairs at the deli that's below our flat. It's a cute place where they sell fresh bread, cheese, basil, etc. In the back is a sit-down place and a sandwich deli (that's where I'm based). Gazzano's is a family run place (I'm sure you can tell by the name that it's Italian).

Today was training day so I learned how to make the sandwiches and clean the place the way Joe wants it to be cleaned. He's a funny fella; quite a charming guy. But when it comes to cleaning, he's super anal. It cracks me up. Joe talked it up most of the day talking about girls, places he's visited, etc. It didn't even feel like work and the hours went by so quickly. Plus, I learned how to make yummy fancy sandwiches with ingredients I can't pronounce.

Hopefully, I can learn how to make all the coffee things soon because the espresso machine is absolutely beautiful. I've wanted my own espresso machine ever since my love affair with coffee began. I stare at the machine in awe.

I think I'm going to like working there. :)

It bites.

It's going to scar. Me with a cigarette butt burn on my arm. What the mother crazy?!

By the way, why do some people do it on purpose? Burn themselves with their cigarette butts? It hurts. I don't think it looks pretty.

Just Dandy

The evening first began with our ginormous and fancy feast that Ming cooked for our flat. It was fun watching and being her little helper around the kitchen. The meal was absolutely delicious.

We had some interesting conversation after dinner. We really went into detail in our discussion about amusement parks. It was a delightful evening.

But oh, it didn’t end there. So around 10, Ming wants to go out. So we decide to go to this place in Covent Garden that’s supposed to be really neat. Mandy and Sandy. Those were our aliases for the night. Mandy = me. Sandy = Ming. The place was quite neat – the vibe was more mellow than a regular club and the crowd was young because it was student night. Plus, the music was great at first. Then, it turned into the regular Euro-techno-crap. But then, it turned back around to hip-hop. Oh, but it wouldn’t be a club in London without some ‘Footloose’ and Earth, Wind and Fire. It’s amazing how everyone knows the lyrics to the cheesiest songs ever.

The night continues with Ming and I, I mean Sandy and I having a spectacular time just dancing. Various creepy guys approached us and we kept having to save each other (I’ll get back to them later). I just don’t enjoy dancing with guys. I’m more of a dance-by-myself kinda gal – maybe it’s the personal bubble space thing, I don’t know.

(‘Ow’ moment of the day: This girl smoking a cigarette burned my arm with her cigarette butt. It still hurts and is red. I hope it doesn’t scar. That would bite.)

Anywho, Ming had been eyeing this fellow throughout the night, so finally towards the end, I just went up to him and said, “Hey, give my friend a dance, yeah?” That simple. And Ming was a happy camper for the next half-hour or so. I proceeded to dance by myself which I didn’t mind at all because like I said, I like that. But then, the two creepy guys I had been avoiding the entire night approached me at the same time. On top of that, another creepy guy joined the crowd. I was sort of getting scared and feeling trapped.

Scenarios

Creepy guy #1: (starts dancing towards me) Dance, yeah?
Mandy: No, thank you.
CG#1: Aww, come on.
Mandy: I don’t think so.
CG#1: (grabs my arm) Come on, I know you want to.
Mandy: Mmmmm. NO. (ignores CG#1)

CG#2: (tries to hold my hand – this is a big NO NO… it’s the hand for goodness sake! That’s personal!!!)
Mandy: (pulls away quickly - I wanted to yell at him, "OH NO, YOU DIDN'T!!!")
CG#2: Come on, just hold my hand.
Mandy: No thanks (ignores.)

CG#3: (just keeps trying to dance with me)
Mandy: (just ignores)

So finally after the creepy men one by one were out of the scene, I met a guy who watched the scenario with CG#3. He thought we were together. So we both just laughed about it.. Then, the Latin/salsa music comes on (I totally thought of you Ames). And it was so much fun just dancing. It’s so hard to first, find a guy who can dance, second, find a guy who can dance to Latin music. So we had a great time; he respected my personal bubble space and it was strictly just dancing and spinning. He was quite a gentleman and just so much fun.

Towards the end, I was tired, so we sat down and had a conversation about where we were from, etc. He was born in Ethiopia, but raised in London. Finally, I asked him what his name was (it’s strange how that was one of the last things we talked about) – his name was Solomon. I should have given him my real name, but by this time, ‘Mandy’ was just rolling off my tongue. After I told him my alias, he just smiled and said, “That’s nice. I wanted to know. It’s nice to know” So I asked, “Why didn’t you just ask?” He says, “I didn’t want to. It’s nicer this way.” It was quite sweet, one of those cheesy movie moments.

Overall, a dandy evening.

Busy Bee

Busy busy busy. But it feels good. I think I'm much more effective when I'm busy; it feels good. I'm feeling a wee stressed, but I'll deal. As long as I get to escape to my art galleries every once in a while, I'll be fine and dandy.

I bought my Chopin tickets today!!! I'm uber excited about it. I've been looking forward to this concert since a while ago when I learned that the South Bank Centre was having an International Piano Series. Jules and I went to one when she was here. But this... it's CHOPIN!!! Sorry that I keep yelling, but it makes me really happy and giddy. I got a platform ticket, which means I get to sit where the orchestra normally sits in the pit. I'm literally going to be about 3 feet away from the pianist, Maurizio Pollini (Evelyn's mom who is a pianist says he's one of her favorites - she saw him perform about 30 years ago). And guess what? The ticket was only five pounds (10 dollars) because it's a discount price for people between 15 and 25. *Sigh* I can't wait...

Well, 'til then... it's time for some serious work. Time to go off and be a busy bee. bzzzzzzz. :)

Smiley moment of the day: "You're so nice Grace." Nancy said I was nice. It really made my day. I don't really consider myself a "nice" girl. You know, you have your "cute" girls, "pretty" girls, "nice" girls, "smart" girls. I thought I probably would squeeze into the "smart" girl category, but secretly, I always longed to be that "nice" girl, so I try. Laura is my role model in the nice category. So when Nancy said she would describe me as "nice" to people who didn't know me, it made me smile. Thanks Nance.

The Royal Wedding

Prince Charles and Camilla's wedding is a big deal here. Everyone looks quite nice, especially the women with their fancy hats. It's all so colorful. The conclusion is that no one really wears colors in daily life; they save it for these special occasions where they burst out in their uber bright colors. It's fun to see the wide shots - it looks like a mosaic. I like how the women wear pretty hats; I wish we did that in the States. It's really so much more fun.

Wills and Harry are looking dashing as usual; however, Wills is looking a bit frazzled and we notice that he's balding (already), poor guy. Harry on the other hand is really coming into his own, quite a handsome fella.

Flying Solo

Amsterdam was quite an adventure. It all began at 12:00 a.m. Thursday. My flight was at 6:30, but I found that there wasn't a bus that came by for me to get to the airport by 4, so I had to catch the midnight bus, which meant I arrived at the airport around 1-something. It was a bit eerie with absolutely no one walking around in the airport. I took about an hour to walk around and explore the airport. I walked upstairs and found a whole bunch of people sleeping. They were all stretched out on the benches, sleeping there, as if it was their bedrooms. It was quite a sight (of course, I took pictures - I'm not a stalker Andy! It's just funny. I can't help it. Thinking in pictures is a disease).

Then, I slept for a couple of hours and went to go check in. I get to the front of the line. Then, my nightmare comes into fruition: I forgot my passport. (FYI in case you didn't know, you probably do know: Before I came to London and while I've been here, the recurring nightmare is that I forget to pack, miss my flight - generally leading me to anxiety and stress) For the first couple of minutes, I was in denial, "What? You mean I can't go?" "Really?" The guy was really nice; he felt bad for me. So, I had to transfer my flight to a later time. I wanted to just give up and go sometime next week, but that involved more money (which is bad).

I took the train to the bus station, took the bus home, missed the bus stop, got off on the next one, ran to the flat, took the lift, ran to my first drawer, got my passport, quickly paced to the door, slipped on a piece of paper near Evelyn's bed, fell hard on my knees, quietly whispered a painful "Ow", got up, ran out the door, caught another bus, took a train to the airport, had a latte, then waited to check in.

I was supposed to meet up with Nancy and Ming in front of the van Gogh museum at 11, but being that my flight was at 10:25, that wasn't going to work out. So after I contacted them (with the help of Paul - thanks pal), I was on the plane to Amsterdam... finally.

I was flying solo for the day.

After I arrived, I got on the tram to the van Gogh museum. As soon as I got on, I asked a random man if this tram went to the museum and he kindly answered, "yes". I felt a sense of lightness - once I got to van Gogh, I would be fine. The nice man said he would let me know when my stop was because he was getting off there too. We had a wonderful conversation about where we're from, Europe, and art. He was an artist! He paints everything from detailed miniatures to portraits to huge frescoes. He described a painting he did on a wooden floor that was a rusted blue; he painted Japanese goldfish on it. It sounded uber neat. After our 20-minute ride to the museum, we got off and parted ways. We shook hands as we parted ways; it was a nice warm handshake. We never even introduced ourselves.

The van Gogh museum. I was in an entirely different dimension while I was in there. The chaotic happenings of the morning and the anxiety of being a new unknown place all left my body, as my eyes could only follow the thick, intense strokes of van Gogh. It was simply brilliant. Every time I see van Gogh's works in person, I just grow to appreciate him more and more. He rocks my world. I wish I could have been his friend. The van Gosh museum is my favorite museum. Ever. Well, so far in my life.

After the van Gogh and feeling absolutely happy, I decided to just walk around, get lost and explore. The city of Amsterdam was so quaint and picturesque (those Dutch painters definitely had plenty of beauty around to be inspired by). A random guy asked me if I knew what time it was. I told him I didn't know and walked on by. He turned around and told me that I had a thick American accent and asked me what I was doing in Amsterdam. Of course, he asks me where I'm 'originally' from because I'm not white. Then, he corrects himself and asks, 'or where are your parents from?' That was new. His name was Jonathan. He was born and raised in Amsterdam, but his parents are from Israel. So he asks me what my plans are and I tell him that I just want to walk around and explore. He said he would walk me over to some pretty canals, so I got a little walking tour. It was nice. He explained buildings, eating places and other Amsterdam things to me. Once we got to the canals, we parted ways. Quite a nice fella.

After walking around, I went over to the national museum - Rijksmuseum. It houses Rembrandt's, Vermeer's, Hals, etc. It was quite a contrast from the van Gogh. Those Dutch painters and their precision. It's amazing to see such smooth brush strokes that are barely visible. Whenever I look at the still life paintings, I want to hold my breath because everything just looks frozen in time. I had a grand time. Oh! I saw 'The Night Watch' and it totally reminded me of AP Art History and Mr. LaPorte. It was way bigger than I expected and breathtaking.

Then I found a park, sat down, talked to God, thought, wrote in my journal, walked over to the canals, had some juice and banana nut bread and thought some more. Being alone the entire day was nice. Although I would have enjoyed experiencing Amsterdam with Nancy and Ming, the day turned out to be a God-and-me day, which was spiritually refreshing. The day was about letting go and letting God do His thing. Most everything was out of my control once I forgot my passport and had no map in Amsterdam. But he led me through the day. I read one of the little devotional things my mommy sent me and was reminded once again that the only one I can truly rely on is Him 'cause I do a fine job forgetting and messing things up when I try to control everything. Overall, Amsterdam was a physically draining yet spiritually filling experience.

Flying solo is fun, but soaring with God means I can fly higher.

Airport Adventures

In Amsterdam, the airport person who checks passports, kept looking down at my passport and looking up at me about FIVE times before he stamped me in. That happened again when I was coming home. He made me nervous about me being me. It's strange; I don't think I look that different from my passport photo. Come on now - I've looked the same since I was five.

The airport in Gatwick, London was crazy. It was a mini-mall with stores, restaurants, and even casinos.

I particularly enjoyed the intercom announcements at both London and Amsterdam:
- "Please do not leave any luggage unattended. It could get stolen. If found, please reclaim it immediately as it could get DESTROYED." It was just so funny to hear a nice monotone lady voice saying all these things in a British accent then getting a little passionate with the word 'destroyed'.
- "(First & Last Name), you are delaying the flight. Please board immediately at gate..." The lady has an annoyed tone in this announcement.

No Hidden Cameras Please

No more finals + the whole flat to myself = blasting the music and having my own dance party as I prepare dinner. :)

Woohoo!

One more final to go...

Television studies wasn't that bad, but it wore me out. It was strange how I could physically feel my brain feeling lighter after the exam. Truly. So, the t.v. studies freed up just enough room for me to cram cram cram for my Performing Arts in London final. After the second question (of five), I just got tired. But now, my brain feels completely free!!! That is until I fill it up with more stuff for my Historic London final tomorrow.

I wish my brain was big and I had a good memory so I could fit more stuff in there. It's such a waste at times. I mean I try to be an efficient person, but hey, this whole no-room-in-brain-no-memory thing is really a downer on my plan.

Anywho, off to studying (or rather, off to organizing my photos, playing free cell and spider solitaire, and pursuing any other distraction I can find before actually studying).

Things that we think about when we're supposed to study for finals

So, (her royal highness Princess) Ming, (Queen) Nancy and (Prime Minister) I have decided to create a perfect socialist country. We were going to call it a communist country, but the word 'communist' has such negative connotations. Ming still thinks we should call it communist, "I like communism!" However, I think socialist fits better. We're still thinking about those titles though because it would make it unequal for us to have those titles. We just like the idea of those things; I like the idea of prime ministers.

Ming wants a crown, but Nancy said she can't have a fancy one because our country is not about diamonds. It's all about equality, peace, happiness and all other things that give you that nice warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Ming might get kicked out of our country because she's really persistent about this diamond thing. Perhaps Nancy can convince her that she can have one of those pretty laurels that the Greeks used to wear.

Ming: It better be pretty!!!
Nancy: It'll be nice.
Ming: Can I have a new one everyday?
Nancy: Yeah, if YOU make it everyday.
Ming: Can I have a "friend" to make it for me?
Nancy: Ming, we're not about slavery in our country. You're gonna get kicked out if you keep thinking like that.

** Constitution to come later. We're going to let the idea marinate in our minds first before the brilliance surfaces. We're open to any ideas (especially a name) for this country.

Boo for "Nothing"!

and "never mind; it's not that important - don't worry about it."

I do worry about it! It's the whole 'when someone says not to do something', you want to do it even more.

It was nice talking to you though. :)

Dear Jules

Jules is gone. :( 'Twas so nice while she was here - so comfortable. We did so much stuff and it was flippin' brilliant.

Highlights:
* going to see shows.
* taking pictures, then realizing that we look stupid when we take pictures together. Buildings are more photogenic than we are together. It's alright though; I think we have a couple of decent ones Jules. :)
* going to Abbey Road. I was quite jazzed and excited. I ACTUALLY got to walk on the zebra walk where they took the photo for the album cover. How neato is that?!
* eating Indian food and talking about everything.
* comfortable silences on the tube.

Thanks for visiting Jules. Oh, and the roomies thought you were the best guest and they TRULY appreciate the slabs of chocolate. We've already started to consume.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Went to go see Mary Poppins; it was brilliantly British and the sets were awesome.

* A couple of more Nancy-Ming moments:

Nancy: Happy April Fool's Day!
Ming: YOU'RE the fool!
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Nancy: Your paper is all non-sensical
Ming: Your face is all non-sensical!
Nancy: Yo MAMA's face is all non-sensical!

They are supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.