Through the power of intermernet, I just received a message from a friend to let me know he was on the top of Victoria Peak, Hong Kong, and that I was not. (ner ner, etc).
This has brought memories flooding back. Or rather, I thought it would. Instead I have a frustrating trickle. I can’t think of anything to recommend my friend do, except ride an escalator, visit discovery bay, ride a tram, and eat red bean ice cream. When I went to hong kong I didn’t know about the power of bloggage (blogs per se did not exist) and I didn’t own a camera. At least, I didn’t once I left it on a taxi in Quarry Bay. Now I find myself with a paucity of memories that’s really rather disappointing. If things come back to me, I’ll have to write them in here so I don’t lose them again.
The worst bit of advice I ever got was to try to express my emotions.
My emotions at the moment are telling me to jump through the window to the ground a floor below, steal the fastest car in the car park and drive it until I crash into the sea and explode*.
I will get this test-suite passing, and if I still feel the same way at the end of that, I’ll consider it.
* laws of physics and chemistry notwithstanding.