09.6.7

I'm tired. :(
Sleep schedule for the day:
1:00 AM Sleep
2:30 AM Wake, Sleep
4:00 AM Wake, Sleep
5:30 AM Wake
Urgh. It was rather taxing to wake up after 1.5-hour sleep segments. (True story: I woke at 2:30 and went to check the time on the light-up source closest to me, which happened to be a PSP on the table next to the couch. And so I turned it on to check the time since I was too lazy to get up. And after seeing the time, I put it to sleep mode. At this exact time, my dad walks in to use the bathroom on his way to the bathroom. Since it was dark and since I had just turned the light off of the screen, all I saw was a dark figure coming towards me. I panicked. I was like, "DSJFSDLJF. I'm going to die." Thankfully, I soon realized that it was (oh, hey) my dad.)

Anyways. I was up at 5:30, so I just kinda chilled on the couch. Then my parents soon got up (like, within 10 minutes), and we all just chilled.
Then we left for Mass at about 6:55 and walked to the church. (This was the church where they got married!) It was nice, although some parts of the Mass were difficult to comprehend. Readings and homilies are usually the hardest to translate since priests use technical religion terms, but I found that this priest's homily was nice and simple to my ears. Yay to him.
(Okay. I doubt you guys care too much for this information.)
Afterwards, my parents took me to a nearby restaurant where they used to eat while my mom was pregnant. It was a little place -- probably dinky by most people's standards. But I grew up loving these kinds of small, very traditional restaurants. I really feel at home in these places. Weird, eh? As a germaphobic, claustraphobic, everythingphobic kid, you'd think that I'd find many reasons to avoid these places. But somehow I can make an exception for these kinda of things, I guess.
Anyways. We went to the clinic afterwards to take the pill, and we headed towards home afterwards. (They still haven't contacted us. I'm now feeling confident that I'm safe. :) But I'm still being cautious, regardless.)
We took a stop at Wellcome, which is one of the big (franchise?) grocery stores in Hong Kong. We got yummy Yakult (think of it as liquid yogurt? I love this stuff... I have many fond memories of it. I always drank it at my late grandmother's (God rest her soul), and my mom said that it was always in the fridge during my visits because my grandmother knew I loved them. Thanks, Grandma. I love you and miss you lots), dragonfruit, oranges, malt Vitasoy (yummy soy drink!), and blackcurrant Ribena syrup (we bought the syrup, which is kind of like the regular kind... except you add your own water to this concentrated version. It's quite nommy).
Then we kinda sat around (by this, I mean that I was pestering my parents to tell me about the Chinese characters which I was writing as practice -- brush steps, meaning, pronunciation, etc. Things get complicated when there's no alphabet). We were just hanging until lunch time, at which time we bought lunch from downstairs (which we've been doing pretty much daily).
And then it was nap time. Except I uncovered the PS2 that my uncle (I call him Uncle 4 because he's the fourth uncle on my mom's side) gave my brother over Christmas. So I ended up playing for the whole afternoon (since the terrible internet connection on my laptop prevented me from loading everything, from e-mail to facebook and from Google to this blog. Evilness...) until it was time for din-din. :)
So we ate din-din. And then we watched the news. And I was trying to understand stuff, etc. I feel like la Sra. was right in giving me a lot of podcasts as a method to immerse myself in Spanish. She said it would help me, and I must agree after having experienced this in not only Spanish (and English, too... I guess) but also Chinese.
Then I was falling in and out of sleep because I missed my siesta. But my parents were like, "We're going for a walk. Are you coming?" And being the physical-activity freak that I am, I agreed albeit being really braindead at first. (I was kinda walking from the left to the right, swaying like a drunkard for the first minute. Embarrassing much?)
But the walk really woke me up. And though we walked the same route around the neighborhood as the one we took the first night (which was also last night's), it was different this time. It was still rather light out, and there was little fog/pollution (I can never really tell unless it's gray, at which point it becomes apparent that it's smog). And there were also few people (there's something about Sunday evenings, I guess), so it was really peaceful. And it was just, like, WOW. AMAZING. It was so beautiful with all of the tropical trees and pretty lights in the buildings. And there were some nice breezes, too. It was just an altogether beautiful walk. (I wish you were here to experience it with me. Come with one day, please.)
But I couldn't really get too much actual fact on HK today, so no history lesson yet (I don't want to rely solely on what I have experienced. I feel like I might gloss over some stuff and unintentionally tell blatant lies about other things. So I'll combine what I know with what I research. But I couldn't do that today because the connection was terrible. Sorry).

Later? Much love.

9:29 PM
09.6.7