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Being the last cast-member selected, I have to admit is a little befuddling.  When I first received the news that I was the newest cast-member I was more than ecstatic, but after the initial shock wore off I had a million thoughts stampeding through my head. “Where is Thailand? I’ve got to get immunizations. Where am I going to come up with some money?” And to top off all of the excitement, my computer decides to go on the fritz. So who else to call but my lovely grandmother. I ended up having to borrow $500.00 from my grandmother to buy a new computer. Needless to say I am stressing out! It looks like someone is going to have to work the streets in Thailand. NOT!

I’ve always been pretty adamant about not stealing anything, and that used to include MP3′s, bootlegged DVDs, and books. Well, it seems that the whole of Vietnam is pretty keen on photocopying and burning discs, so I succumbed to the desire to get whole books for about $2-$3 each. At home, most of these would probably cost about $15, and I proudly spent that cash to support the authors that I love. Now, I’m supporting families with cheap photocopied book purchases in the local stores of Saigon. Sorry all of my beloved authors, your words have touched me, but my being broke as all hell has gotten the better of me in Vietnam!

On the other hand, you get what you pay for. There are quite a few pages that you can’t read because of paper jams placing multiple copies on one page, other pages that have been folded over to hide that the paper was cut wrong, and even misspellings on some of the covers.

Ah the page that sticks an extra inch out of the binding....

Now that's some hot page on page action.

Book selection à la Jen Cheng and Serene Hayes

Well ladies and gentlemen, remember that $400 mark that I wasn’t supposed to pass in personal spending? It’s been passed. Guess what else? Remember that job I was supposed to have? Yeah, I don’t have that either… I am having a pretty horrible week or so in Saigon. Despite the awesomeness of Ratatat (which unfortunately dragged me further into a financial abyss), money is not flowing in, only out. I’ve been rejected from just about every reputable English school here, so I have to now go to try to find the most reputable of the unreputable schools in Ho Chi Minh.

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Kris, Jen, and I went to our first ever European football game last night to support our local team Beşiktaş J.K.

To get in, you need to get patted down a couple times to make sure that you’re not smuggling in any booze, weapons, or oh yeah, change. So after I managed to lose about 15 lira because I didn’t know this little rule, Kris got her hidden water bottle taken away, and Jen got a very very thorough patdown. And I’m pissed, and I mean really pissed, that I lost so much damn money, but I at least understood the reasoning behind it.

But wait, about 20 minutes into the game what do I see? A FLARE. And oh wait, not only one flare, but two flares! So I can’t bring in my change which was supposed to be my dinner money for the evening, but homies off to the side can smuggle in flares? I hope they had to go through a whole lot of discomfort to get those damn things in, if you catch my drift.