Life is like a bumper car...

I get random cheesy messages from my cell phone provider on a daily basis.  Often times the saying are relatively lame, but I thought this one was fun, so I translated for you guys.  I guess the purpose of these text messages are to pass on to others or to cheer you up.  So, for your enjoyment, here it is:

Life is like a bumper car
If you bump into the right direction, 
you will shine for life
If you bump into the right environment, 
you will live comfortably for life
If you bump into the right timing, 
you will be in luck for life
If you bump into the right hobby, 
you will feel fulfilled for life
If you bump into the right lover, 
you will feel happy for life
 
Where is your bumper car right now?

I have to say, I have been in a good bumper car ride most of my life, and I thank you all for being in some part of this ride.

Glen came in via First Class last night.  He had a lot of frequent flyer miles that he could use, lucky guy.  As I was waiting for him at the exit, I saw a lot of well dressed Japanese business men coming out.  And then there was white trash Glen, in his jeans and 30L backpack, which was tagged "Priority."  I could only imagine the horror in the flight attendants' minds when they saw this white dude sitting in First Class among the elite, well dressed Japanese.  He couldn't stop talking about how nice the JAL lounge in Japan's airport was.  They even had a shower at the lounge.  When we realized hours later that I had no hot water in my apartment due to some building malfunction, he told me again how much he missed the JAL lounge. 

He brought me a jar of Nutella, which I begged for.  Apparently TSA didn't think that Nutella was solid enough and forced him to walk out of security and check in his backpack.  The other thing that I asked for was Dunking Donuts Coffee, which he brought over despite calling me white trash (and telling me that DD has a special place in his heart as well.)  Even more local, he brought over a bar of Taza dark chocolate, from our very own Somerville.  Thank you Glen!

You sound like are making a lot of effort to speak in English, Glen said as we walked out of the airport terminal.
I have been thinking and speaking in Chinese for weeks, it's only natural, I replied with an over-pronounced NPR effort.
I have been writing English a lot, but have not been speaking it much at all.  My accent is changing, and that if I don't think hard, then I will sound more Chinese when I speak in English, I told Glen.

Within a couple of minutes, I was back to my old self.  This morning, I didn't even have to think about what is coming out of my mouth.  I couldn't stop talking.

So don't worry guys, you will still understand my Engrish when I come back ;)