glibberish.

Ever since I got to HK I take care of my dirty clothes via weekly trips to a professional laundromat, and so escaped for the time being the great responsibility of washing these treasures myself. That was Kowloon and this is now.

Owing more to the frightful thought that I would have to regularly lug a big bag of laundry and walk five minutes to the nearest cleaner, I have decided to finally “get my lazy ass off” and learn The Arcane Art. Of course, being the parasite that I am, I tried to leech the Internet for helpful suggestions. I found some good ones, but this is the best by far:

Image courtesy of mopo.ca

Speaking of mom, my folks have been in town for the past four days. By virtue of being class-free, yesterday took the opportunity to allow me to show them around, particularly some aspects of my current lifestyle. (Now they are sure that I actually do what I claim to have been doing.) They got to go to my current place of residence, my school, and one of the staple HK shopping places: Mongkok. I wouldn’t need to elaborate; suffice to say the tour was rather comprehensive.

Maybe except for one thing: In Mongkok I took them to a hotpot place called Little Sheep. Months ago, when I went there for the first time with my classmates, I promised myself I’d take my dad there as I was sure he would enjoy it. (I think he did.)

They are due to fly back later today. It’s great to see them again – as always, the fact that I miss my folks is tangibly reaffirmed by their presence. And, the reversal of me as host and they as guests has proved quite enjoyable.

I also haven’t realized until now that at this point I know my way around HK, not just geographically but in a metaphorical way: the culture, the people, the language (er, to a teeny extent). I am not saying that I am as good as a HK local – for that what I know so far is not nearly enough. I am simply saying that the novelty of being in a foreign country has worn off, and that I am starting to like (and dislike) this place for what it actually is and not from stuff made out of fantasy.

I am tourist… No More!

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