There is just so so much I love about this city. Even in the rain. The rained out rush hour is just like how I feel right now. Bit sad, bit soaked, rushing through trying to get somewhere ahead, just not stopping where I think I should.
Taiwan is my bones; New Zealand is my flesh. The World is - ahem - my oyster served in lemon juice, shredded red onions, and a dash of kaitaia fire and vodka, or what ever else that suites my budget at the time.
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