Walking down the ol' Newark Ave in JC and stumble into one of the endless 99 cent stores in my sweats and tshirt. I'm at the register paying for my banana chips (soo good)...a guy shoots me a puzzled look and asks: You study in Hong Kong?! I look back, slightly confused, and then remember I'm wearing a shirt with the name of HKUST written in Chinese dow…
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