Hong Kong, Hong Kong.

Sorry for the lack of posts as of late. As you know, I'm in Hong Kong, and it's 100000 degrees outside, which makes typing really difficult.

So far, I realized that in only one generation, the difference between me and my aunts and uncles are very different. Try two generations. It's like speaking to people from outer space. I love them, but their constant badgering, and degradation just to solidify status is starting to take a toll on my patience. For instance, there is no such thing as creative suggestion, it's either you are with it, or you're a fucking idiot. I'm referring to learning the language, manners, or culture. They assume I speak English and jerk off the rest of the day. Time is so limited, it's hard to take up everything. For god sakes, I'm trying... please don't hit me over the head with it!

I met my aunt though, and all is well. It's like going to a cottage house with a family that gets it. Like I'm treated as a real adult! Wow! Thanks Wendy if you're reading this, and keep your head up.

My grandfather is also growing on me. He asked me why I don't have a girlfriend. He says meeting them is so easy there should be no problem. I had a response, but I just didn't know how to say "commitment" and "slut" in Cantonese.