testify to love

I'm in a nice little bag packers inn here in Kyoto. It's so nice and clean and homely. Tomorrow we're going to walk the whole stretch of Philosopher's Road, so that I'll finally become smart.

I remember Sam and I went to eat some Scholar's Bak Kut Teh before we got back our A Levels results. He came back with 3As. He stole my As. But anyway, back to my adventure here.

We arrived in HongKong yesterday. My Fat Uncle assumed that I knew HK inside out and asked me to meet him at IFC building in Hong Kong. I'm like "Huh?? ISC? I can't hear you.." And he was like "Ya.. ya... (hai gum la)bye bye." Anyhow, we did end up in IFC which was just above HongKong station. The first thing he told Dawn and I was that he ordered a huge lobster from his friend for dinner. (OOPS, Dawn can't eat seafood..) So he called his buddies to join us for dinner so that we could finish the lobster.

He brought us to WanChai's most famous pineapple bun, chicken pie and egg tart place for tea. Dawn loved the chicken pie. Then we went to his friend's fresh seafood store to collect. Then home. Then he made me go bathe immediately (at 5pm!!! those who know me should know that's just ridiculous). He went downstairs to buy slippers for us because he said my feet were dirty. He's so funny I tell you. He calls his cigarettes "char siew bao". So when I nag at him to not smoke he says he's not smoking, he's eating.

I was like lying down going to sleep then he said "if you not sleepy, don't have to sleep one.. I'm not like your grandfather, whole day ask people to sleep early. My place is a free society. You're free to do what you want." (In cantonese of course.) Which reminds me, he couldn't really communicate with Dawn. It was so funny. He said he knew English "HALO, how are you my friend.... Prada, Gucci, LV.."

This morning Dawn and I had to go downstairs to take the bus A10 to the airport. We were going into the lift and he came out of his flat in his super unglam clothes and said "don't trust your sense of direction.. wait, you don't even have any sense of direction. sure get lost one." He walked us down to the bus stop, which was seriously just downstairs outside the lifts. I totally would not have gotten lost. This is love. And this is also why I'm not gonna tell him that his cigarette smoke was freaking suffocating me to death when I was trying to sleep, and that I'm probably gonna live a few months less because of that.