Time to get busy again.

It's Saturday night. Spent it doing my assignment (isn't it supposed to be easy?!) and went to the gym. I really like going to the gym nowadays by the way. Just for anyone's info.

Well I thought I could get a nice late dinner at a nearby restaurant (Coco's) and I then saw an uncle selling street food. It was a rare scene because street food practically no longer exists in Hong Kong because of its infamous unhygienic preparation and low-class presentation. So imagine my excitement when I saw it! It was 鸡蛋仔 by the way, just like waffles made into shape of balls. It wasn't that nice, I've tried better. But still the sight of an authentic street food stall excited me and that excitement sort of boosted the taste. And compensated for the expensive price too. What can I say, I am unknowingly becoming a fan of Hong Kong street food! With that said, probably not gonna try it anymore.

Feeling lucky, I went for my late dinner. And there I was, in the restaurant, sitting by myself on a slightly large table, thinking that I must appreciate this quiet, slow moment before my schedule seriously becomes hectic on Monday. The white rice even tasted especially nice and delicious to me. WHITE RICE. Then, huge crowd of people started coming in and they needed a larger table to accommodate them. So the waitress asked if I could shift to another smaller table. (When I first reached, none of the smaller tables was available) So I said okay. But I was thinking in my heart, what does a guy have to do here in Hong Kong to enjoy his dinner quietly and peacefully. Then, another group of people came and they had to sit right in front of me to wait for my table. Well of course, I could have ignored them and continued with my meal. But the pressure is still there. The pressure of the local Hong Kong atmosphere. The pressure of speed. And busyness. Unbearable. And right that exact moment, I can still recall right now, I no longer felt any taste from the white rice.

Hong Kong life, they say.