Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Fairy tales are more than true:

not because they tell us that dragons exist,

but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

- G.K. Chesterton

(after 7 hours of hiking. boohyaaaa.)

(HAHA. my favorite poster I have found in a school here.)

After 10 hours on this bus, I feel like we're practically family.

(red carpet-nepali style. not kidding.)

ps, anna I totally stole the quote from yo facebook. but we're sisters so i can do those sorta crimes. love you.



Sunday, October 23, 2011

sick < paris hilton

Gah sometimes (all the time) I have so many possible blog posts floating around in my head (21st century kid much?) and it gets overwhelming so I just end up not posting at all.

Then I just end up with all these crazy thoughts bouncing around in my head, and I'm convinced that one day i'll just go crazy and start screaming all these blog posts. can you imagine? hahahah.
(I secretly hope this happens on a public bus).

So here I am, trying to avoid that hilarious and embarrassing fate. I have given into the blog.

I know you probably think I'm crazy to say this, but for some reason, I really am not a big fan of being sick.
...Okay, that's pretty mellow.
I hate being sick.

So the fact that I was vomiting up my guts for 2 straight days in a random Nepali village in the middle of nowhere, with a doctor trying to stick me with an IV, was really kind of lame. I think the worst part of it was that all there is in these villages to eat is rice. I mean, you've got some variety including bananas, spinach, pumpkin, bamboo, buffallo's milk etc...
the main dish is rice. And after throwing up rice for a few hours, it just does NOT look appetizing. I could have sworn of rice for the next twenty years and had no second thoughts.
(okay except for warm rice pudding. that's my boyfriend and i love him)

Thank the heavens, I am all better now! After the doc gave me some hard core drugs (literally I felt better in 10 minutes) I was back to swinging from vines with Tarzan.

Today I am so excited. Let me tell you why (you probably don't care but it's myyyy bloooog!)

1. Bishnu arrives from the US. well he should have already arrived but his plane was delayed a couple hours. i could have called that. Helllloooo, india airlines!


3. I am going to the tailors to pick up all my new clothes! tradish nepali clothes, skirts for church, shirts...Everything! booooooyah.

4. I get to dream about our girl's night(Nepali style)me and some girls in the branch are having tomorrow (candy+pizza+chick flick+boy talk) holla atcha gurrrrl

5. I decided i'm going to eat my fastbreak candy bar today. that should be top of the list.

6. now im just making up random stuff. this list has been dead for a while now...

Ta ta to my millions of loyal followers. keep stalking me and i'll keep stalking you.

my inspirational thought to leave you with today(this is for you, cami):

"One of my heroes has always been Barbie. She may not do anything, but she always looks amazing doing it."

-Paris Hilton

we are lucky to have her insightful soul here on earth.



Thursday, October 13, 2011

भारत ब्लॉग नंबर दो

ps, whoever can translate the title wins a trip to India with me. all expenses paid by you.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011


I feel you tug on me sleeve. Looking down, I see your dead eyes and moving hands cupped like a bowl.

"paisa, paisa."

I can't help but look into your eyes. Where do you come from, little one? Do you have a mother that loves you like my mother loves me?

I ask myself why it's you and not me. I know you ask yourself the same thing.
I don't have an answer.

I'm sorry I ignore you. I'm sorry I don't give you rupees. But I know it won't help you. Because it does not go to you anyways.

I wish I could take you away from it all. I would give you the bed I sleep in and the clothes I have.

When you start to follow me around everywhere with your little sister on your hip, I become more and more frustrated. Sometimes with you, but mostly with life.

It's seems unfair.

Please forgive me.

Because I don't know the answer to that impossible question.

India is a place that surrounds you and suffocates you in every way. I feel so small, surrounded by the masses of people. I feel so blessed, surrounded by the poor and disfigured beggars. I feel exhausted, surrounded by constant chaos.

I feel responsible when I am suffocated by your constant pleas, little girl. Please remember me. Not for the rupees I didn't give, but for the prayer that I silently offered for you.

I'll be thinking of you, little one.