I spend my time walking
so much that now the polluted air just seems like a mist
a mist to walk through
Somedays I feel like I'm walking a neverending road through candyland.
egg tarts, mango drinks, coconut milk with sago, pineapple buns, and custard rolls, shaved ice with condensed milk and sugar beans, sour fruit candy.
By the end my skin feels stained by sugar.
I realized while riding in a taxi yesterday that people in hong kong must think I sound very rude - my lack of vocab makes me sound like a toddler (although to be honest a toddler could probably outspeak me) Things have improved a lot, now that i've stopped calling cab drivers "SiuJe (Miss!)" (In my defense, I thought it meant Excuse me) but still.. translated with what i understand. a cab conversation goes like:
driver: "chinesechinesechinese go asdfawerasdv where?"
driver: "asdfwaerawvasg traffic. lots cars. aweravawebserf way?"
driver: "awgasdvawer asdfasdf"
me: "yes." smile.
me: "yes. faster."
and the words of Buffy:
"Lots of people lose themselves in love. It's no shame. They write songs about it. The hitch is, you can't stay lost. Sooner or later, you have to get back to yourself."
"And if you can't?"
"If you can't... Well, love becomes your master, and you're just its dog."