The Cost of Sharing
I learned this exchange rate from my Creative Writing class at Pocketful of Kids:
One large hot shot or chicken nugget is equivalent to a french fry. The bigger the nugget, the more french fries it costs.
Geek High
Continued from Mii As Ancient Geek
I was in Indonesia from 2000-2002 because of my Mom’s job. I finished high school there, and I made fast friends on campus with my interest in Harry Potter and a Neon Genesis Evangelion keychain on my schoolbag. One of my schoolmates mentions Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, who would later be staples of my sister’s reading list.
I carried a blueberry iMac around campus, earning the nickname “Macgirl”. I also started blogging on pitas to stay in contact with my friends back in Manila.
I practiced Bahasa Indonesia by way of reading VCD subtitles. I collected a few choice Japanese comics in Indonesian, and I often poked through Kinokuniya and Maruzen bookstores. I also got MTV Taiwan on cable, and was able to follow the Japanese Billboard charts.
I got my first taste of Asian horror through the Japanese classic,
The Ring. For weeks after my first viewing, I swore Sadako followed me in the mirrors and glass panels around the house.
In my last year of high school, I spent Saturday afternoons in a gaming cafe with my school friends, learning headshots and dodging bullets on Counterstrike. Later on I’d treat Warcraft III as SimCity. I also started watching Meteor Garden, which was awful in so many ways but I grew to love it.
For the first time in my life, I was able to freely geek in real life and make connections from it.