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Name: Chex
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 7/20/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: Sleeping, shopping, travelling, visiting some cool museums, and just plain hanging out =D
Expertise: Crystallography
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
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Member Since:
3/27/2003
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| Do you guys ever get that feeling? Where you've known about something for a long time and realize that it could bother you, but really it doesn't, so you forget about it. Then one day you wake up and BAM the feelings you subconsciously suppressed come alive...
This is no joke. It's no secret that I've always had a handful (fine dozen, but not more than that!) of white hairs. I mean always, like I remember then from when I was 5. I thought it was cool then because I was little yet I had white hairs. When I got a bit older, lets say high school age, I said whatevers to white hairs because I was 16 and obviously not old so having white hairs... eh no big deal.  I even remember one time in high school some of my friends sat me down to count and pull out all my white hairs. The old saying, "Pull one out and 2 more will grow in its place" didn't even phase me. (BTW that is how I found out I have about a dozen white hairs)
Fast forward to today. This morning I woke up like any other morning... brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on lotion, then I brushed my hair. I put it half up so it wouldn't be in my way as I was studying. I took one last look in the mirror before leaving the bathroom and then I saw it. A shiny super long thick wavy strand of white hair staring back at me in the mirror!  AHHHH my heart stopped for a second. I isolated the cause of my angina and pulled it out. It was better than Nitroglycerin. As I breathed a sigh of relief, I fingered through my hair just to straighten it out. And then I saw ANOTHER! I rapidly scanned for more and it was true... there were more!!! 
Now I ask you why did I freak out? They've always been there, and I've always known they were there. I blame it on being 25! Seeing the white hairs reaffirmed my fears of getting old...I think turning 25 has been the worst thing ever.  I thought if I left the country, my 25th birthday wouldn't count but 25 is evil and vengeful ...slowly poisoning my youthful spirit. Damn it! Teeter tottering on this hill is painful. I can't wait to turn 26 already!
For now though, what color do you think I should dye my hair? 
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| Happy 1st date anniversary Anh Vin!  YAY I win again! Hehehehehe.... Three years ago today Vin took me on what I deem as the Best First Date EVER. By the way I think the WORST First Date EVER is a movie date. How are you suppose to get to know someone by sitting in silence for 2.5 hours? If he had taken me to the movies on our first date, I dunno if I would have given him a second date hahaha... good thing you didn't listen to Linh dear  Anyway things started out on a good foot... No he did not have me at hello and there were no songs that played in my head. He just got points for being ontime.  A guy should never make a girl wait! (Okay fine, I gave him a few more points for being pretty tall and kinda cute) So after he picked me up, we headed to Thai town for dinner. This was the first time I was set up on a date so I was kinda nervous. Car rides can be great times for good conversations but they can also be filled with awkward silence. Thankfully we just had good conversations. At the restaurant, I let him order because one, he's Thai and two, well I really had no idea what to order. I don't remember what we ate, only that we had Larb. Why you ask? Because it was the first time I had Larb, and I kept thinking where the heck's the "R"? (If you dont know, it sounds like Labb). Dinner turned out to be really yummy, but I was a bit nervous so I didn't eat much. Booo....I hate it when girls don't eat on dates, but I couldnt help it! I usually have no problem out eating most guys but that day was different. Maybe I didn't want him to think I was a monster, an eating machine? Anyway when the bill came I sincerely offered to pay, but he refused and told me I could get dessert later or get it next time (which was nice because it made me not feel so bad about him paying for dinner, and of course he gets points for paying for dinner). After dinner we went over the Comedy Club. It was my first time at a comedy club .  The comedians were hilarious and I had a great time! The rest of the details of our date have gotten kind of blurred over the years, but I do remember the important things. I remember that we had good conversations, that I laughed and smiled a lot (even before the comedy club), and after talking to him I thought he was a great guy who was grounded and cared a lot about his family. I still have the Mrs. Field's free cookie coupon he gave me that night. I also remember thinking what a gentleman he was... opening doors, gaving me his jacket when I was cold, walking me to my door, and not trying anything funny. It was an all around good night.  What more could a girl ask for? Good company, good food, lots of laughs... Thanks dear, for the BEST First Date EVER! 
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| After returning from Europe a lot of things just aren't the same anymore... the coffee here tastes watered down, our French bread just isn't as crispy on the outside or soft and flaky on the inside, we have no useful subways, there's no where to take that after dinner stroll to, beer isn't the same after having been to U Flecku, and the gelatto here is NOTHING like it is in Europe. On the flip side... Cokes don't cost a fortune, I don't have to pay for water at restaurants, drinks are served ICE cold WITH ice and not European cold which is a term we came up for the lukewarm drinks that Europeans believe are cold, public bathrooms are FREE, ketchup at McDonalds is FREE, I can drive to where ever the heck I want to, and most of all I'm back with the ones I love... my family, Vin, and all of my friends.  In the end this summer was amazing and I will definitely be back in Europe one day but for now its good to be home.
Well as they say, the journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step... 8 countries in 6 weeks is a lot of ground to cover. We'll see how far this xanga post can take us 
Our journey started in London...
And of course, we all began the journey on our best behavior. But we soon found out that Julia can be a little scary in the morning....
Okay really scary... hehehe...
but we still love her.  (And no Julia did not force me to write that... Please don't eat us Goolia  )
First up was Big Ben. My first thought was "That's Big Ben?!" Disappointment #1: Big Ben turned out to be not so BIG afterall...booooo....
The London Bridge doesn't fall down...
And we couldn't break into the Buckingham Palace to see Prince William 
Oh Prince William where art thou.....
Julia and I waited and waited but soon realized our dreams of meeting Prince William would forever remain a dream.
So we gathered ourselves along with our crushed dreams and broken hearts... we had to keep on going for Becca and Marc!
"Oh geeze...are you for real?!"
But to be fair London wasn't a complete disappointment. There were some BIG surprises
Big enough to make any man feel small....
All in all, London is a nice but COLD city with a great subway. The
Tube definitely rocks! There I also had my first hostel experience which wasn't as bad as I imagined it. Sadly London wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be though it turned out to be VERY VERY EXPENSIVE. So we left London for Amsterdam.... but not before a little monkeying around of course 
To be continued....
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But before getting to the good juicy stuff you all want to hear about and the photos you are all dying to see, I must tell you that....
Since when do you have to pick up ALL of your luggage for a connecting flight?! Don't they have people and cars to move it from one plane to the next?! The sucky part was I couldn't just go back and pick it up, I needed an escort. They told me to go wait by the blue clock and someone will come and escort me in... by the blue clock. 
How much more random can you be? When the guy finally shows up 15 mins later, he takes his sweet time walking. I attempt to politely inform him that I have a connecting flight to catch and hope that we could hurry a little. He then walks a bit slower and explains the airport proceedure to me and what to do next time so I won't run into a similar problem 
My pictures are on a friends laptop, once I get them I'll put up a pretty picture post. 
