With AC long gone, I'm sadly reminded of what I'm missing having someone around. I sulked for most of Monday, feeling sorry for myself yet enjoying a beautiful day in Wan Chai. The void was filled (I use the passive tense to make it seems as though I had nothing to do with it) with such disgusting junk food, I'm too embarrassed to even write it down, but after a horrible stomach ache that whole night I was cured.
Forcing myself to be positive, I quickly found myself back to my old pattern and reunited with the other things I enjoy when enjoying an evening alone. I'm already halfway through the latest 'Boure' book (I sure love non-academic reading) and I only picked it up yesterday! I'm caught up in all my other blog reads and responded to emails that had been there for weeks (sorry).
Tonight, I didn't leave the office until 8:30 and wasn't hungry when I got home. I found myself in my usual position, lying in bed propped up on a pillow with my head up against the window's edge. The way my little alley is structured, you can hear everything so clearly at night. There's the obvious sounds you'd expect like the traffic, the shouting, the prostitutes (I can almost say "oh no you diiiiiiuuuuhnnnt!" in Cantonese). Then there are the more subtle sounds that I just live for. The squeak of sneakers on the basketball court - they can almost sound like a flock of birds when the game gets really intense. The low, sad groan of the trolley cars making their way down Johnston Avenue - it sounds exactly like MUNI back home. The little kids, out way past any American concept of a bedtime, begging their parents for a kiwi juice from a street vendor. Endless conversations in a language I will never understand.
And the smells - I just don't get it sometimes. I swear I smell baked garlic bread. Right now, it's pizza I swear it. I'm sure if I went downstairs it would turn out to be deep fried pigeon beaks, but somehow when it gets up to the 5th floor it's heaven. Maybe I'm just used to the smell of cooking organs. I was practically raised on hot dogs, maybe I"m just coming back to my roots.
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"deep fried pigeon beaks" tasty! You crack me up. Sorry AC had to leave. No worries, you'll be home soon.
Hey Justin have you heard the song "hide and seek" by Imogen Heap. For some reason when I heard it I thought my Brother would like this. Check it out. Love ya, Tyson
ooooh. I bet I know where you went to eat!!! Remember trans fats aren't banned there.
Its cool cuz now I read your blog and understand what you're talking about LOL - you can't have as much fun as we did that last night!! I mean, c'mon a Pet Shop Boy stalking!! woohoo!
Tater misses you - and we can try out the skype tonight so get ready!!!
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