I'm pretty sure I smell.
I remember once, maybe in the second week, brushing the hair out of my face and catching a whiff of the sweat on my arm. In an instant I had a pukingly clear revelation: my sweat smelled like China. The aroma was so distinct, yet I cannot pinpoint the exact recipe. It was a mixture of the taste of your local Chinese buffet on $3.99 night and the stale air in a parking lot of a sewage plant with a little hint of green tea.
The problem now is not that my sweat smells like China. The problem is that I no longer recognize that my sweat smells like China. I can't even distinguish the odors anymore. There is no separation between the scent of my clothes and soaps versus the outside world. The food doesn't have that eerie-yet-intriguing taste of Asia anymore. It just tastes like food.
I fear that I have become one of those baby chicks that falls out the nest and absorbs the odor of the outside world and, therefore, is not recognized by her own kind upon her return to the flock.
Mom and Dad, please be warned that when you come to pick me up in Chicago next week... I might smell a little bit different.
XOXO
Monday, August 18, 2008
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You mean you smelled like my neighbors in Williamsburg on the Wabash in all their ethnic aroma goodness? MAN that's pretty awesome. Talk about absorbing Chinese culture!
Miss you and wishing you a safe and fun las week in Olympics Land!
Kels
Guess we will have to send the doggies out. Zoey and Roxy will sniff you down in no time.....with tails a wagging.
A happy group there will be to have you home. Stink or no stink. :+)
Still enjoying the Beijing Olympics 2008. Experiencing the up's and down's....what an emotional ride. No wonder I am so tired..
Keep up the good work....enjoy ......
be safe.
xoxoxoxox
Nanno
I am very familiar with the aroma of the far east. In fact, I grew up there until of course I was selected to play basketball in the U.S. of A. Now a days the only time I get experience that sweet nectar of my roots, is when i head to the co-rec for an arousing game of badminton or table tennis!
There is no way you are moving into the apartment smelling like Yao... I DONT THINK SO! My advise is... Febreeze!
smell or no smell.....you can always come home. you will just have to ride in the back of the truck! xoxoxo momand dad
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