Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
i figured out the other day why i'm immediately drawn to people who speak multiple languages. their world — who they can communicate with, who they can share secrets with, who they can experience life together with — is much bigger, much grander.
imagine all the stories you can hear first hand if you spoke another language. you speak arabic? that's an extra 300 million people who can now hear you out. you speak mandarin? literally, another billion people can now understand you. (!!)
just the thought makes my heart soar.
can you please tell me what you speak?
Friday, May 17, 2013
last weekend i walked past a dude walking his tortoise in sheung wan, (not shek o, not sai kung, not life aquatic) — and it reminded me of my neighbours last year:
yeah... nothing says these will be used as ingredients for guilingao like three tortoises stacked in the corner of your neighbour's rooftop (which you accidentally entered, once, to make this, and another time, to not spill taro ice cream and honey everywhere).
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
i'm standing in the middle of central, in the pouring rain. i don't like umbrellas — i have never enjoyed carrying them, and to be honest, i (82% of the time) love the rain. there is something about hong kong though, perhaps the millions of people tightly condensed between slabs of concrete at the foot of a very polluted china — that makes the rain 18% not so loved.
this time i am drenched. my shirt is probably see through. my hair is hugging my skin like vines down my neck. i send myself into a trance as i stare past the traffic. slowly i feel the pitter-patter weight lifting off my shoulder. for the briefest moment i think: the rain has stopped.
i turn to my right. there is a gentlemen (i'm not sure if he actually is, maybe i should just call him a man). there is a man in a navy pinstripe suit. he looks kind and is trying to appear as less creepy as possible manoeuvring his umbrella over me. i say 'thank you'. then quickly smile in case my words drowned before they reached him. he looks straight ahead (that is kind of creepy). then just as the pedestrian lights turn green he tries handing me the umbrella. 'it's okay' i reply, and resume my pace.
the pitter-patter back on my shoulders, but they feel different now.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
work hard, (work the hardest i ever have – not in a japanese husband way, but a heroine with a destiny to fulfil way – and without sympathy because i'm a modern day protagonist who need no approval).
read often, (ten books + whatever i find while drinking tea).
watch a film a week.
learn another language to fluency; answering a little when asked 'can you speak this language?' is not fluency. let's face it, we all understand un peu le francais.
social interaction: accept it.
meaning: stop shutting people down within the first ten seconds of meeting them.
dance, (even when friends whisper 'i don't know you' as they side-step off the street).
let's rock this bitch.