the woman behind the sparkle


…and a mile-long to-do list, but I’M NOT HOMELESS. My roommate seems to be a really nice person and handled my mom like a champ when my mom decided to walk in and watch the skype conversation while she was brushing her teeth (“Oh my God, Kylee. That looks like the apartment I had in the Philippines.”).

This whole thing is giving my mom intense Philippines flashbacks. I think I’ve heard more stories about postgrad!Mom in the past week than I have ever been able to pry out of her, like, my whole life.

Future roommate is writing me up an English contract and giving us all of her passport information so HOPEFULLY this works out.


At least, I have 4 places lined up for viewing when I get into the country. Here’s to hoping I line up a few more! Two of them are through agencies, but one of them is through a real person, so I’m hoping this works out well.

Now, I just need to get that residence permit. I have 30 days to do so, though, so that’s good.


That TV Tropes/MBTI Meme That's Been Floating Around...

I was tagged by both recycledstars and bethanyactually, and I love the theory behind Myers-Briggs, so yay! Very fun. Let’s do this.

Rules: Find out what characters share the same personality type as you here and list the characters that you find relevant below. Then tag five friends and let them know you tagged them.

ENFP (Champion)

ENFPs like to change things for the better, and have contagious enthusiasm, but no patience for crossing I’s and dotting T’s. They are good at anticipating others’ needs, but crave attention and recognition.

Fun fact! They had all of us take this test in high school, and I tested as an ENTP/ENTJ (they had me basically in the middle as far as the last letter. Then, out of curiosity and because I had felt that my life had just changed direction so drastically, I had myself tested again after my dad died, about a year and a half later, and I was a straight ENFP. I felt a lot more at home with that personality description, anyway.

Wow. And that was really personal. Hello, personal life.

I always knew about some of these, like Lorelai and Maria Von Trapp (and Pinkie Pie…who is pretty much a dead ringer for me…I’m a combination of her and Twilight Sparkle), but some of these surprise me (Eliot Spencer from Leverage was on here, but I highly doubt Eliot’s an ENFP.) I notice that ENFP’s are often cast as like childish or random side characters, so it’s probably not a coincidence that Lorelai Gilmore is my most favorite fictional character of all time. She was crazy and expressive, but she made her situation work for her, she could command a room, and she was taken seriously. She played up those qualities as her strengths, which was nice, because up until that point in my life, I had labeled those parts of myself as “bad” and things I should repress.

The vast majority of my close friends are also ENFP’s. Granted, I was a theater/music kid (fun fact #2: I actually worked as a madrigal singer at the Renaissance Festival for 2 years instead of doing normal high school stuff like going to homecoming and not spending 3-10 hours in rehearsal 5-7 days out of the week XD), and there are PLENTY of us hopping around that area.

Tags: amiortheotherscrazy, lovejustlied, riverflight, claudiablacks, sharipep, echelon-in-wonderland, sadademort

Hopefully y’all haven’t done it already! Haha. As usual, only do this if you want. If you don’t know your Myers-Briggs type, there’s a good, easy test here.

My friend's brother took me out!

Really, he’s my sorority little’s older brother, but I’ve only talked to him on Facebook for a couple of weeks before I met him. Those conversations went something like this.

Me: Hey, I’m your sister’s friend!

Him: Oh hey.


Him: Um…okay.

And most of the stuff he told me was stuff I already knew but WHO CARES? NEW FRIENDS. ARE. EVERYTHING.

Him: Hey, I’m going to be in your neighborhood tonight! Want to meet up and have a beer or two or seven?

Me: Seven.

Him: Oh, that was a joke.

Me: One must never joke about alcohol.

Basically, he’s awesome.

He bought me dinner! And beers (INCLUDING SAN MIGUEL BECAUSE MY PINOY PRIDE IS LARGE AND BEAUTIFUL)! And took me on a tour of nightlife!Beijing! And is into scifi and his favorite Avenger is Captain America (a perfectly respectable choice) and has been here for four months and has been eating KFC and McDonald’s and hasn’t gone to many sites. And I was like WELL BUDDY YOUR LIFE’S ABOUT TO CHANGE BECAUSE YOU’VE MET ME AND BETWEEN THE TWO OF US WE ARE GOING TO HAVE ADVENTURES INTO THE BEAUTIFUL WORLD OF SIGHTSEEING AND CHINESE FOOD.

I have mad respect for him, though, because he was one of those guys who kind of just dropped himself into the middle of China with no job and no plan and kind of figured it out from there. He’s like an American Eagle hipster dream.


And this is the latest I’ve stayed up since I’ve been in Beijing so I feel like I’m about to die but it was worth it!

Also I kind of missed the sound of English.

I drove up to Austin to visit my sister before I leave for China.

High Points:

- Hung out with my sister (whom I refer to online as Potato)—I got to take her to class IT WAS SO CUTE

- Got my Texas driving wings (my first long-ish road trip driving)

- Settled things with two of my dad’s sisters (the animosity runs DEEP on that side of the family

- My cousin and two childhood friends came up with me, and the rides up and back were amazing because my friends know the most ridiculous car games ever

- Everyone I met in Austin thinking my two childhood friends were a couple because they are BASICALLY THE MOST MARRIED NON-MARRIED PEOPLE I HAVE EVER MET. And it has been this way ever since we met. We met when we were 7.

- Got my sister’s visa paperwork in order

- $2 basket of wings for dinner!

- Such shopping! Much fun.

Low Points

- 2.5-hour traffic standstill on the way up (my cousin and I basically got out of the car, walked up to the accident, relayed everything the firefighters were saying to the cars in front of us, and then organized an evacuation plan for some of the cars that were stuck in line—so hopefully we did some good?)

- Talking with my dad’s side of the family is always hard

Great Points

- Cute Boy Who I Have Liked Forever Who Likes Me Back But Can’t Be with Me Because I Keep Doing Things Like Leaving the State and Leaving the Country for Years on End (with a side of We Didn’t Tell Each Other How We Felt for the LONGEST EFFING TIME) was there and had free time so we got to hang out (but not too much because we already had a huge group up there). When I left, I apologized for not kissing him like I usually do (we’re not together—like, we date other people—idk, it’s just something we do because it makes sense) because, like, idk. Our friends don’t really get this weird in-between place we’re in.

Him: I figured.

Me: You figured?

Him: Well, I hoped.

I’m not saying I happy danced at that text message, but there was a little bit of flailing involved.

I apparently spoke too soon when I wrote to you last week, because about an hour after I posted, I got a call into the office on Tuesday. The rest of the week went pretty weird after that, because …

So, for those of you who don’t know (and I’ve been waiting to make sure I can actually make this blog a commitment before I started bothering Tumblr even more than I already do with all of my loquacious frivolity), I have a work-abroad blog called Dearest Potato. It’s your pretty standard work-abroad blog, written in the style of letters to my little sister (this embarrasses her to no end—she can deal with it), whom I affectionately have called Potato since like…the beginning of time. Expect posts on journalism, race/gender/sexuality (this is me we’re talking about), culture, my feeble attempts to cook, Kylee’s First Real Winter, the hilarity that ensues when I try to learn a second language, and later on, some audience participation (I’m gonna let y’all vote on when I go eat my first scorpion! Woohoo!).

Also pictures. All the pictures.

So yeah, go take a gander.