Sorry I'm behind on the blogging front; the last few days have been crazier than I could have imagined. Saturday brought with it severe jetlag after my 10 hour flight back to Sydney and a $112 cab fare that made me cry TEARS. OF. SADNESS. But it's so good to be back home, and I take comfort in knowing that I need no longer squat over a hole whenever nature calls. My aching thighs are most thankful.

Some things I got up to in Taiwan in one annoyingly run-on sentence: watched the new year's fireworks from the hotel rooftop, searched for Jay Chou but to no avail (I still have a heavy heart ), got lost in a night market, ate my weight in almond Pocky, learnt a whole bunch of Hokkien profanities (including 'horse fucker', among other things), climbed the world's tallest skyscraper (Taipei 101), and spent an exorbitant amount of money on make-up because Asian models are cute and can sell anything. Even lipstick templates.

As expected, selecting, resizing, editing and uploading everything will be an extremely daunting task, so please be a little forgiving in the next few weeks as I try to stay on top of things!

In the meantime, I have something to confess: I have never eaten ribs in my life (Dude, I'm Asian. I only eat rice and stir fried noodles. And discounted honey chicken during happy hour). That is until my first experience at Ribs and Rumps for a friend's birthday. And - holy crap you guys - I am never turning back.

Let's not talk about the twenty minute walk to the restaurant from the carpark, or the fact that I got mushroom sauce all over my face, or how we mistakenly attempted to get into SOME STRANGER'S CAR (same colour, same model... uhh different car). Instead, let's talk about how delicious the ribs were. Sooo good. Ribs, I am at your mercy.

Also, let’s play a game. It’s called “Spot My Belly Because I Didn't Realise My Shirt Was See-through But Hopefully I Don't Look Like A Tramp." And if I do? Don't tell me. I'm happy being oblivious.

Not pictured:
- Shirley's crotch
- Andy's crotch
- My crotch

You can thank me later.

Listening to: Shut Up Woman, Get On My Horse!