Guess what time it is?

That’s right. It’s not yet 8 am, and I’m up. Not because I didn’t sleep. Oh, no, I slept alright. I had passed out at 2, 3 am. I remember waking up because I was so cramped on my bed. My computers had taken up all my bed space, you see? So, I decided that enough was enough, and moved my laptop, keyboard, and mouse off my bed. Then I discovered that my laptop left a hot spot on my bed, so I turned on the AC. Thank God for the UGA. After a couple of minutes, it was the perfect temperature. So I turned the AC off, and proceeded to sleep until now.

When I woke up, I had a screaming headache. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I hadn’t been sleeping regularly for the past couple of days. Or has it been weeks? I’m not sure anymore. I was tempted to take some “magic pills” (known as Advil to the rest of the world) but now the headache seems to have gone. Oh well. Maybe another time.

There’s supposed to be a job fair today, but honestly, I don’t care. I mean, it would be nice to get a nice job and all, but I’m not graduating until… whenever. After that, I plan on going straight to grad school. The only job I would want would be one for the summer. According to Sharon, they’re not even hiring for the summer, it’s mainly for the Fall. I don’t have anything to wear, and my resume is over two pages, when printed out. I should set up a more printer friendly version. Right now, my resume is only in HTML format. I would like to have it in multiple formats, if possible. I know that there are ways of writing documents in one, centralized format, and then converting them into a whole bunch of other formats, but that’s not that important to me right now.

I’ve got lots of projects due lately. I’m growing thinner. I don’t eat right. The only time I actually eat correctly is when I “order stuff by mail” (known as delivery to the rest of the world). Domino’s and sushi. Otherwise, it’s Ritz crackers for me. Of course, I drink lots of tea. LOTS. I don’t think that that counteracts the fact that I don’t eat much at all, though. Just one big binge meal a day. Last night, I got smart. I ordered two pies, with buffalo wings. Normally, Sharon and I eat one large pie and buffalo wings, no problem. The twisty bread, we usually just toss off to Jason and/or Eric. This time, I’ve got a pie left, which I can eat myself! You see, I don’t like twisty bread very much. The only reason I order it is because it comes as a deal. In retrospect, it’s not really that much of a deal, considering I order something I don’t eat.

Before I forget the dream, I should type it out here. Ah, fuck, I forgot it. It was an interesting dream. It involved my dad lecturing my brother, and then I was defending him, and he came to the conclusion that, in order for my brother to do work or something, I, too, should do some work. So, I guess my brotherly love has screwed me over. At least in dreamland.

I had another dream, which was much more interesting. I still remember it today, even though it happened a couple of days ago. I was dreaming that I was sleeping. I woke up, in the dream, and I was kind of choking on something. I bend over, coughing whatever was falling down my throat. It turns out to be my front teeth. I have two of my front teeth in my hands. There was one still stuck in my throat, and I pick it out. So, that makes three. I go to the mirror, and I grin. I see that I have five missing teeth. I’m assuming that I had swallowed two.

Hong Kong was fun. I don’t know why I never wrote an entry about it. I keep thinking, “I really should write one, before I forget all the details,” but I never did. I hope I still remember most of what happened.

The first couple of days of Hong Kong were pretty boring. I went to Hong Kong, we (my brother and I) discovered that it was very humid and sticky there. Our activities consisted of visiting our two different grandmas, and watching a lot of Chinese movies. I hadn’t watched Chinese movies in so long. I had forgotten how awesome then were. So, for the AM hours, I basically had woken up to watch TV until noon or so, when we went to lunch with my uncle and/or my aunt.

When we met up with our cousins, things got a lot more interesting. At first, they accompanied us to go sight-seeing, but that was pretty boring. I learned that my dad likes to walk all around. That’s about it, though. He just walks and walks and walks. (Sorry if this entry is completely disorganized, I’m trying to remember all the observations I had while I was in HK.) He never actually stops and smells the roses, as they say. So, when we went hiking up a mountain, he just kind of sped his way all the way to the top. It was odd. It would probably have been much more fun if we actually talked along the way. I mean, we talked a bit, but it would have been nice if, the six of us (me, my brother, my dad, my cousin and her sister, and my cousin’s son) had been just chatting along the way, pointing out stuff that we saw to each other.

The same thing happened at the mall. We were walking around for a bit, maybe one or two stores. My dad then announces that it was nice seeing my cousin (from my mom’s side), and that we should get going. It was approximately 2 pm at the time. I was pretty upset. I wanted to walk around some more, but my dad, as usual, wanted to just get it over with. It’s as though he just wanted to say to everybody that he had went shopping with us, and that’s about it. Anyway, I told him that I wanted to see some other stuff, so we asked my cousin if she knew of any other places, so we walked into another mall nearby. I spotted a store that seemed promising, but by the time I had noticed, my dad had already zoomed up the escalator. I was so confused. I thought that I was the one who wanted to go see stuff, and hence, I would be the one leading the way. Or possibily even my cousin, since she was the one who knew where everything was.

I couldn’t really do anything, except follow him. I mean, I couldn’t let my father just get carried away by the escalator, while I just look at computer stuff. So I followed him up the escalator. We looked around the second floor a bit, but there wasn’t really much to see. Once again, he asks if we’re done. I said, well, there was a store downstairs that I wanted to see, but you just zoomed right up here. He asks, why didn’t you say anything? I said, because you just zoomed right up here!

So we go back down. The store was a disappointment, much like all the other stores. I don’t even know why I wasted my time in Hong Kong, looking at stores. I mean, it’s not like I was going to buy anything. I have this fear of buying stuff from the stores in Hong Kong, because I can’t test it the moment I get home. It’s not like I can get a refund or an exchange if it turned out to be a dud, once I tested it out when I got home. However, I think that I’m just sick of computer stuff in general. I mean, buying computer stuff. I’m not interested in the fastest computers, or the most powerful computers, or whatever, anymore. It’s not like my Celeron 400 laptop isn’t serving me well right now. This is one of the reasons I don’t like going to computer shows. What is there for me there? Computer parts? I buy them whenever I need them at almost the same prices. I lost that money I save when I pay the admission fee, anyway. Computer software? I only recently started using Windows again. What’s the point?

Anyway, Hong Kong. We ate a lot of delicious food there. It’s nice to have so much Chinese food. It’s funny, my cousins kept assuming that my brother and I would want to eat fast food. I don’t know about my brother, but I wasn’t about to go to Hong Kong to eat McDonald’s. I insisted on eating Chinese food every day. My cousin’s son, however, wanted McDonald’s. It was interesting. They had rice in McDonald’s. I guess it’s nothing compared to the McDonald’s in Korea, according to Sharon. Oh well.

I had brought my camcorder to Hong Kong. I took lots of pictures, and made a video of this one dinner I had with the whole family. There were approximately 17 people there that night. It was a fun night. We had so much sushi that I didn’t want to eat it for a couple of weeks after I got back. Can you imagine that? Me not want to eat sushi? Blasphemy!

I have lots of pictures from Hong Kong. I’m so glad that Irene bought me the 64 megabyte stick. Contrary to what I thought at the time, 64 megabytes was really enough. (I had wanted a 128 megabyte stick at the time.) It’s enough for me to take over nine hundred low quality pictures, which were pretty good anyway. The extra quality was really unnecessary. I took a lot of pictures of everywhere, but the most pictures had to be taken at my cousin’s university. By the way, I have a ton of cousins. When I say, “my cousin,” I am referring to one of at least ten, on my dad’s side alone. Just keep that in mind.

My cousin’s university is approximately the same size as Stony Brook, although I must say that it’s more similar to Syracuse. Because Hong Kong is so small and mountainous, instead of walking across campus, we took escalators. Just think of it as a typical university (Stony Brook) but the roads are all rotated 90 degrees. To go from one building to another, we literally just take escalators up and down, ten floors at a time. They have everything we have, except it’s nicely condensed into one small plot of land. Well, they don’t have a stadium, but that’s just a waste of money, in my opinion. Not really an academic necessity. Everything was new, too. It was nice. I wouldn’t mind going there. They had such a nice ocean view. I say ocean view, but there’s a plot of land across from the water. I’m assuming that that’s China.

When we got to the beach along side the university, my uncles and my dad were reminiscing about how they had swam from China to Hong Kong. They were trying to see exactly which point they had come from, and where they had landed in Hong Kong. Yeah, my dad illegally immigrated to Hong Kong. But now he’s officially American. We gave them some time to themselves.

Towards the end of our trip, my cousin had had enough of my dad. They decided that they were going to show us how Hong Kong really is. It’s apparently not just mountains and temples. They took my underaged brother and me to a bar. We drank a bit, but it was really nothing. I guess they didn’t know how much my brother and I could drink. It was interesting, at least. That night happened to be a bad night, though. Nobody was around. It was very empty. Maybe next time.

Our last day was spent going to a temple in some old village. It was interesting. People had metal plating outside their houses, which were above water. Apparently, it was to keep the wood from corroding. It was very hot that day, but I was the only one who didn’t sweat much. I guess that’s what happens when you’re naturally dehydrated. Everyone else was sweating like a pig. They had a lot of interesting sights there. I wish I had brought my camcorder that day.

When we went shopping with my cousins, they bought my brother a pair of sneakers. Mind you, my brother had his own money, which my dad had give him, so he could go shopping. I was disappointed in him, because I thought that he could buy his own sneakers. I then got a taste of my own medicine when they tricked me and bought me a pair of sneakers that I was trying on. Those bastards!

I got closer to my brother this summer. It was nice. I hadn’t spent a lot of time with him, ever since I went to high school. I missed spending time with him. I hope that school doesn’t pull us apart again.

Wow, it’s very nice to write again. I should do so more often.