August 11th, 2011

Summer holidays have got me all wrong. You see, me myself and I can't cope with it too well, just today at 4 am in the morning I ran out to the closest convenience store to buy me some cigarettes.

I know I said I hated sunrises for the simplest reason that I hate not being able to sleep, sleep! Sleep that I love oh so much and I do it for as long as I can manage, as often as I can allow it... and yet, there's still something slightly wrong about these grayish-blue mornings...

But anyways, Meihua Typhoon, or as it is more commonly known (just because Hong Kong saw it coming first), the 'Muifu' Typhoon, how many of you know that it stands for 'Plum Flower'? How many of you know that we've had greater storms here in Shanghai during Tomb Sweeping Day? Yes, and it's supposed to be a dry holiday.

Honestly, not even my folks heard about it until I phoned them, the day after such catastrophe hit us hard all over... not really.

The Muifu Typhoon wasn't THE horrible meteorologic influenza that everyone was thinking (should I say 'hoping'), yes, thinking it would be, we just went through a couple of hours of nasty rain and thunders, we had worse the week before that, and that was just a regular storm (the rain shot right through the windows like, directly at you). I'm telling you this from the ominous 14th floor O brother.

I'd like to pass the following as a picture I took but I'd be lying if I did, but it's quite similar to what we saw here, that is, the week before the typhoon.



There's something extremely attractive about this kind of weather when you think about it, no matter how hard you try, your feet always get wet at some point, umbrellas get blown away and spiral upwards without you even noticing, the lights might go out at some point during the night and you are forced to light candles... except of course, in Shanghai, it's 35 degrees C outside, which makes you look at things in a rather different way.

YOUR FEET ALWAYS GET WET! UMBRELLAS ALWAYS GET BLOWN AWAY! Ah, yes, in Shanghai, there are no blackouts... so forget about that romantic candlelight evening you thought I was going to mention right now, we don't have that, IT SUCKS!

And what's more important, the reason why I started this post and why I've been chitchatting all this time before going straight to the point of course is that my point is lame, I've been having these FUCKED UP realistic dreams.

First it was some Corsica related nightmare about me doing nastiness with some water spiders, then it was about me in Corsica being kidnapped, beaten and chased by (YET AGAIN!) alligators! Last but not least, I was supposed to prepare dinner for 10, all of Milk's family members and my own, starting with shopping for goods in the supermarket, I swear my dreams before never EVER had texture, and I remember picking up an avocado and feeling its surface.

I've reached a point in my dreams when I HAVE to drink or eat something to find out wether or not it's a dream. If it has a taste it's not a dream, if it doesn't well... try not to go to the bathroom (which... has happened, to my disgrace).

To end this lame entry on this lame blog... and this is just for my own spiteful satisfaction that I write this, there's a Stella Artois beer cooling in the fridge that was meant for someone who didn't show. Apple on the ground.

My birthday is next week... I'll be 24.



Chinese word of the day: Alligator 鳄鱼 e4yu2