Forcing myself to live vigorously before leaving, I ended up with a full calendar and a debt piling up like work on my desk. Hong Kong. Pains. Not to mention, the momentous occasion for my naturally sentimental soul: the peeling away of my old skin. In the same manner that we followed skinning the walls bare from photographs and memories when we left the apartment with weeping, I wanted to cry, but didn’t have the chance to because of other plans – Death Cab, Dashboard, the new Town – more restaurants to try and squander currency on (I’m reading Everything is Illuminated – my excuse for the language used). Take into consideration that I am also mourning turning a year older, not a bit wiser and standing exactly where I was a year prior. Now, I can no longer use being young (foolish and weak) as an excuse for being a letdown. Which strangely also excuses me from not having blogged about Death Cab, Dashboard, a few more things about Hong Kong, turning a year older, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Banapple, or whatever reason I have for not having enough time to write or blog.
To make up for it, how about an update? Was fasting yesterday (it was a Friday - no meat), and for breakfast, I had:
|gift from Ken|