Lost in translation (but the noodles are great)

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The apartment search is still going strong, but I am starting to feel the desperation sneaking into the routine of craigslist-ing and hallway noticeboard-searching. My mac, my iPhone, chocolate milk and 1-2-3 noodles are my best friends at the moment while battling the rental market in Honolulu (or more specifically; Waikiki). We are a thousand desperate (European) hounds battling over the same piece of meat (i.e. apartments), but it will eventually have to end in success. Defeat is after all not an option.

Took some time off to go partying with a couple of Norwegians and Danes last night at Moose’s, which is the hang-out place for “all you Scandinavian people” according to a Cali-guy I met a couple of days ago. Loads of people, loads of dancing, and drinks for about $1 per cup. Can’t say I’m complaining.

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