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Days 5-10: Murder podcasts, how long is 20 minutes really, fish sperm clouds.


I did not wake up today thinking this would be the day I’d have to teach my fourth graders what sperm kinda is, alas, that was today.

thirty-great


https://open.spotify.com/episode/7vJ2A1Bbc9DurnLp7rQNWR?si=lqQuMNSETdCoZAV9e5GpRg start to finish - a wild and wonderful ride. Each year for my bday I like to answer these same set of questions to help me measure my moments. Last week had two good friends' bdays, my own with... Continue Reading →

In the heavy of: fish, knee, HK, Auntie Life, love


in which I am possibly a cursed spinster.

trying to first date again


. . . and then one of you suggests you meet up. For a date. In person in real life face to face and well. This was the whole point in the first place, right? RIGHT?!!@

the end of the (dating) world


Hi, my name is Rachel, and I have seen the end of Tinder. Gather round, young ones, and I shall tell you my tale of woe.  sorry, but who wouldn't want to date a landshark?! I’ve often used this blog... Continue Reading →

2021 – Thanks for being in it.


we love a fancy dress! It’s a crisp 65 F in Hong Kong. Locals are in puffy jackets, boots, scarves. The sidewalk carts roasting chestnuts over an open fire (a phenomenon which, before I moved here and witnessed in the... Continue Reading →

Rachel and the Case of the Shattered Glass Ceiling


I give you: The Case of the Shattered Glass Ceiling.

*cue MUSIC! Intense MUSIC!*

Mold. Insides. -appiness. Fish.


literally crying of happiness to leave the hotel at midnight, come what may. You know how when little kids lose it, they go limp noodle, swing their arms around like they're boneless, and look up at the sky and just... Continue Reading →

Big Q, Round 2


Last summer, the two weeks quarantine upon arrival were in my apartment, which was hard for a laundry list of reasons, but I gotta hand it to the HK gov’t - they know how to make things much, MUCH harder! Luckily (I guess), after a year of going nowhere, even with the mandated hotel quarantine, I was desperate to get home so I took the plunge. In a way, I was almost looking forward to the adventure of returning to Hong Kong and trying out the new system. If nothing else, some character building and a good story, right?

*inside voices*


I took myself out on a date.* “We” (me and my many opinions, appetites, fictional lives, etc.) went down to the promenade where I normally go at night to run and make weird faces while my lungs try to draw... Continue Reading →

re: a heckin’ good time


We saw dolphins in the surf on the second night, and I sprinted into the ocean to try and make friends (if I recall correctly, I did an Ace Ventura impression. It did not work but by golly, I felt alive). I shivered on the walk back to the dining commons, made two trips to the pasta bar, and then by silent, mutual consent, the group decided running was hard and pasta was good, and sporadic dolphin chasing missions were more fun and probably counted as cardio.

to tugboats


Press play. Simply to see something different than the 150 square feet of studio I call home, I booked a hotel. I wanted to soak in a bubble bath and order room service and wear nothing but a robe for... Continue Reading →

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