After a week--long trip to the seventh level of Buddhist hell (the hell of the torture of the Knife-like Eyes and the Hissing Tongues) I ended up back in Hong Kong, doing OK, learning some Cantonese, with a new coworker who is the Man.
He fed me some pot which must have been bred in Space or something, then took me to a bar to meet some friends. We rolled dice, drank some beer, I had numerous fleeting revelations about Chaos and Soccer, and Chance and the Fate of Mankind, that rolled out of my ear and onto the beer and piss stained floor.
To think that this was the same bar that four years ago I wandered into at four in the morning, without even a watch, wondering what time of day it was I was so lost.
The long road home and then the boss watching some cheap American serial.
He fed me some pot which must have been bred in Space or something, then took me to a bar to meet some friends. We rolled dice, drank some beer, I had numerous fleeting revelations about Chaos and Soccer, and Chance and the Fate of Mankind, that rolled out of my ear and onto the beer and piss stained floor.
To think that this was the same bar that four years ago I wandered into at four in the morning, without even a watch, wondering what time of day it was I was so lost.
The long road home and then the boss watching some cheap American serial.
My view on insomnia is somewhat atypical. Honestly, I kind of enjoy it, but I've also dealt with it most of my life. And I am more of a night person, so it doesn't bother me to be awake. But on the same note, over the last few years I have gone from having several friends with insomnia (or that at least stayed up all hours of the night) to none at all, and it has become much more solitary. Which isn't necessarily bad, but it isn't exactly ideal either.
Speaking of learning, what are your thoughts on the differences between learning Cantonese over Mandarin? I have personal reasons in picking up Mandarin, but it couldn't hurt me to consider going further.