I have kept a clear record of my days so far but my sense of time is fading away.
I woke up in the morning, early as usual, but turned on the computer in the bed. I had a coffee, then a shower, then had my egg in milk as usual. I wrote a letter to some friends and mailed that. Later I sat downstair with Dero and Lisa for a cup of tea, and figured out how and when to move tomorrow with Trevor.
It was 7C but the RealFeel Temp was 0C. OMFG. I told Wendy and she asked if I got enough clothes. "Still have enough clothes to change and match everyday, not yet get bored.' Spoiled Central girl.
Around 2pm I saw Paul sitting and smoking right in front of the bombed church. It was a very very funny scene like some villain in Batman, long gold hair, small eyes, plain white face, in total black clothes and boots. As if waiting to kill Batman. He must be living a better life if he attend any Batman or Spiderman casting.
We went to the supermarket and bought some food and wine and walked home. He asked me to pick up whatever I wanted, so I bought 2 packs of rocky road. That reminds me of certain things in Hong Kong.
Memory is sometimes like a waterfall that it washes almost everything away; but sometimes it has a life of itself, and you just can't take control over it. Too many things happening in less than 20 days here and memory of the 20 years behind me seems to be the only thing I can rely upon.
If I had to go by myself, I would still probably get lost.
He made me coffee and sandwiches, and we watched the Blake Runner.
About 5 he went out for a football game and I finished the film myself. I climbed up on his chair and grabbed Murakami's Norwegian Wood, started reading.
We chatted till 9 and he walked me back to Trevor's place. His lunatic expression still makes him very much like a villain in comic books but also makes me laugh a lot. It seems warmer tonight and we saw stars all over the skies.
He may come on Mon with the wood panels. That'd be nice.
I haven't been in such pure relationship with a male I must say. Even when he says whenever I feel fed-up or depressed in my new house, I can always come to his, I know he didn't mean to eat me alive. And seems anytime he's off he'll be okay to help me for anything.
Hell, a lot better than all you jerks in Hong Kong.
So I decide to invite him over to my new place (for the wood panels) and make dinner for him on Monday.
Temperature is now 5C while the RealFeel Temp is 2C. I must say before I come here, I must have over-terrified by the numbers. Actually I wear almost no differently when I was in Hong Kong and in here, but sometimes I can still feel hot enough that I can sweat.
And I think rocky road can really makes me happy, I can make some by myself once I get settled. I miss the Hong Kong food a lot so I guess I will really take up cooking.
I am moving tomorrow.
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