A View From the Afternoon

Ok, I lied, I didn't find an apartment. It's in fact a hotel. AND it's within my pricerange. Now where to put the drumset....hm...

Hong Kong, Hong Kong

During the wee hours of Friday night, I stepped outside the bar to get some fresh air and also to spot an arrival of a long-lost friend. A man with fuzzy facial hair in a hooded jacket grazed right past me, walking at a pace just short of running. I did a double take only to realize that he was Josh Harnett. Yeah, who cares. But as shallow as it seems, I enjoy a good celeb sighting every now and then. It authenticates a city don't you think?

Now what?

It's really not that hot over here. I can't wait till October because I believe that will be perfect jeans + T-shirt weather. In a matter of just 1 day since arrival, I managed to:
1. Open a bank account
2. Find an apartment
3. Visit my grandparents
4. Find a girlfriend
5. Meet up with friends

Ok, so no.4 is false, but regardless, I've been pretty successful/productive thus far. It was discouraging at first to see that my budget for apartments could only get me a toilet with a shower head attached to the top of it. Literally. This means I can shit AND take a shower at the same time. If only they sold waterproof newspapers....

But alas, this new apartment looks grand. Further than anticipated, but nicer than beyond my expectations. I give myself a week before I try to find faults in it.

Now here's the problem. I've been too productive. What I anticipated to take a week to do is all done in a matter of 12 hours from arrival. And I'm now learning to relax. Nope, they didn't have the latest Naomi Klein book, and my self-help book on positive psychology is beginning to sound redundant. God forbid I'll be left with my own thoughts. Help!

T minus 24 hours

In 24 hours I'm boarding a plane to Hong Kong. Nope, still hasn't hit me yet.

A trip to Waterloo yesterday reaffirmed my hatred for small towns. I think because individuals there are so uncultured, and homogeneous that they feel threatened by everything (i.e. minorities). Like they have to be rude and condescending to make up for their lack of knowledge of the world. They will try to justify their insignificant existence in their shitty town by putting up a facade of rudeness to feel dominant.

Funny in university I used to feel threatened by these people. Going back now, a little more mature, makes me realize how pathetic they all are. I used to buy into their establishment of status through physical appearance or pseudo-gangster mannerisms. What was I thinking...