Republic of Eugene: Refreshing time in Hong Kong

starbucks time spent in Yu King Sam Sing, waiting for Miss Ng for key. this was also perfect time writing blog and reading book.

I didn’t feel anything while arrived in Hong Kong last night, because I have visited this place the third time, thought there shouldn’t be any problem. As the flight set off in the evening and was already well beyond the working time of the lady to whom my aunty handed the key which was for me, I had to spend one night at the home of my cousin Lin Yu-Fang. Thanks to her, or I wouldn’t know where to stay!
We haven’t met for a long time. After arriving her home we spent a great time chatting and telling of our recent life. She married here and has been working here for over two years. She told me very often she wished to be back to Taiwan, as Hong Kong is small and a condensed place with people, there are not many places available for true relaxing and refreshing. The entertainment of most Hong Kong people is probably shopping, to the point that, for example of her parents-in-law, even when they visited Taiwan they didn’t appreciate much about tea time and calla lily on Yang Ming Mountain. They still wanted to go shopping, which is what they have been doing all these years. For me I told of my recent condition, mostly my relationship problem. All what I said was just description, and things of this kind is only description, no one can come to any conclusion about what you should do or taking sides, you know.
But I’m still grateful for having this chance to be here. This is a great refreshing time, ‘cause I‘ve been working for nearly three years, and the most horrifying fact is I seem to have started to get used to my current status already, which means NOTHING CHANGES in my life. That is probably why I felt a bit anxious and nervous before coming here because I haven’t spoken Cantonese for a long time. Yet I know I have to go through this for some stimulation so that I won’t get rotten away by my old habit. Feeling nervous though, my Cantonese seems good as before (lol), feeling awkward, but I like it.
I managed to arrive in Tsuen King Circuit (荃景圍天橋) and fetched the key from miss Ng. She’s a nice Hong Kong lady, can’t speak much Chinese, but this forms a great chance for me to practice mine. Jolly good!
I’m now sitting at Starbucks in 愉景新城 for vanilla latte and pistachio & cranberry bar, with my Ghost Hunter book with me. To my attention is the sentence which says at page 116,
“…He (Krukoslik) thanked the fire and the antlered ones for the food, and everyone did the same, while Renn mumbled a prayer to her guardian. Then the eating began.”
This scene drew my attention quite deeply. Krukoslik was the leader of Mountain Hare Clan, while Renn was the mage of Raven Clan. They were from different clans of different religious believes, yet they both mumbled prayers to thank their own guardians for taking care of them. They put their guests in good care, didn’t ask their guests to follow their own religious belief. They respected each other, and for me this is meant to be like that. Now I have come to the point to go to church or not. Not only because of the “Trinitas” that revealed to me the fact about Trinity, but also because sometimes I don’t feel the folks at church are that close to each other in their hearts. Once I was told by my first pastor Sue Newman, “no matter what, I still love you, because in the Bible God told me to do so!” This saying is quite attractive, but LOVE is supposed to be something out of human nature, another word you are NOT told to love, you love naturally and automatically, you love just because you love, or the persons (parents and friends) you love make you love them, they don’t force you to love! Isn’t that weird that somebody says they love you, with the Bible behind them (or a whip maybe)? Besides, I’ve found that human relationship has to be founded on something that makes their friendships stronger and steadier. Before the relationship is strong enough, they have to go through something together, so that they have common memory, same experience, same things to talk about and even complain about. I noticed some people at church are sort of afraid of complaining before others because complaint would make them look unreligious or make them seem to not have enough faith in Jesus. But, without this, without talking our problems out loud, there seems no way for others to share the load with us. Without sharing, no TRUST can lay between us and friends. Then how can friendships be stronger and more endurable?
This is another reason why I come to Hong Kong. I need a good time to think about it before making decision. No matter I decide to stay or not, I have to be alone to get my brain clear.
Coffee mug is bottomed up, time to go now. There is a Toy Rus around the corner and I’m going to select some good toys for Antoinette, my beloved niece.