i'm special

i just finished reading the curious incident of the dog in the nighttime, written from an autistic boy's perspective, and i kept noticing little things that i think the author messed up. like the boy hates brown and yellow, but he'll eat chocolate bars (he refuses to eat anything else brown or yellow). also, there was once when the boy only says the last name of an author of a book, whereas i'm of the firm opinion that in real life, he would've said both the first and last name. i felt pretty smug about noticing these things while i was reading the book, but now i think it only proves i'm more autistic than mark haddon (the author).

i tend to do this thing where if i read first-person books, my internal dialogue starts to mimic the style of the writing...like right after i read catcher in the rye, i started thinking with lots of italics for added emphasis. anyways, i started thinking like the autistic boy talks, and then i thought, maybe i'm autistic (just a little bit), but then i realized i'm not smart enough to be autistic, which probably just leaves me with retarded, and then i was sad because i'm retarded :-(.

in other news i had a very eventful christmas in the land of the non-christians. at least there's no pretense about the meaning of christmas here. on christmas day, i passed by a convention where hordes of people were shopping. on christmas eve, shops were open all night (not that i'm complaining).

anyways, i spent christmas eve in an arcade with crispy and alicia. we played a bongo game where there are 3 bongos so we cheated and each took a bongo and only hit it when our beat came up. we still managed to lose a lot. oh, and earlier that day i baked christmas cookies with alicia! we had good intentions of going from scratch, but that would've cost us like a million dollars to buy all the ingredients, so in the interests of fiscal responsibility, we used the mix instead. christmas is so much more like new years here: an excuse for a party and a smooch. people were milling around en masse in silly hats and bells.

on christmas day, alicia and i did the traditional thing: hit up an englishman. we trekked all the way out to tai po for a home cooked christmas lunch that lasted from 2 pm till 9 pm. alex made goose and salmon, and there were minced pies, custard, christmas pudding, eggtarts, chocolate cake, and brandy butter for dessert. of course, i had some of everything, and digested while losing at mahjong deep into the night.

on boxing day, shevaun led a small group of intrepid explorers to summit sharpes peak. i'm the dumbass who wore my tevas and almost died on the way down. sharpes peak is gorgeous though, and the hike is 4 hours, ending on a white sand beach with super clear water. we actually had to do a lot of scrambling and the thing wasn't all paved like a lot of hk hikes. yay! and for dinner i had bimbimbap!!! super awesome day.

today, i'm back at work with sore quads and the inability to raise my left arm above shoulder level, thankful for my sedentary job.