SURF started, life has become a mix of procrastination and guilt about procrastinating. I guess it is probably I have got back my control over my emotions, that’s why I haven’t wrote a post for so long. Or may it’s because I have just too much work to do. Oh well.
Home: Home has never sound that sweet before. It’s been 10 months since I last stepped on Hong Kong soil. Ling is at home already. These 7 weeks is going to be so long. I’ve never realized that home is that important, so important that I would really change the time of flight the midnight the day SURF ends. “Tech sweet tech” may be true, but “home sweet home” remains the ultimate truth. I think it is time for me to make a list of must-dos once I get back to Hong Kong. Glad that I would be back in Hong Kong on a Sunday morning. Sunday, family day. Miss you, Ling, mom and dad.
July 4 weekend – Korean BBQ: To be frank, I got really full at like the 5th plate. But some people (cough, Jarvis, cough) really eat so much and still ordered 5 more rounds. Guess sitting at a table without eating is awkward, I just ended up eating too much. This is the first time when I overeat so much that I could barely stand up.
July 4 weekend – Nina’s house: That was a really quirky experience. Being so far away from home, suddenly hearing Cantonese or even speaking Cantonese felt so weird. Not to say when people would actually know the high school I came from. And somehow, they even played the movie “Echoes of the Rainbow”. All I could say was, “That movie was filmed in my high school, based on my high school. I was still wearing that uniform this day a year ago.” If an inconsistency in time can be called as an anachronism, I wonder if there is a word for this inconsistency in the environment / place / I-don’t-know-what-it-was.
Cheesecake making: So I underestimated the temperature of a boiling strawberry jelly solution. It was supposed to be two layers, not like one layer with intense strawberry flavor! Oh well, the Jacobian fridge got owned the second time. On the bright side, at least it would smell better than it used to be now. The strawberry flavor can’t be worse than bad meat smell. Glad that the cake still turned out good. “Happy birthday, Julia!”
Some more feelings and emo crap: I realize that there are certain things that could be done in a wrong way but were done, for good. Looking back, I sometimes do wonder whether that decision was made correctly or not, wonder what would have happened if I did it the other way. But looking backwards, I guess it was all done for good. Cutting the crap here.
Also, I feel good.