Nothing really beats a deportation blog, so I'm not even going to try.
I have no pictures this time because I'm going through an I'm-Not-A-Tourist phase again. It's working out well. I'm finally able to communicate with the people who work at the noodle shop near my apartment.
Speaking Canto with my friends is one thing, because they know what I say all the time and can speak English to help out. These ladies don't speak a word of English, so I'm on my own. I refrained from patronizing the noodle shops in the past due to the language barrier. I have an unfounded fear that people will spit in my food if I don't speak Cantonese. That's the main reason I'm trying to learn the language; decrease saliva intake.
The pertinent information in AsWaE is never ending.
Life updates--
I'm filling a void in a cabaret-style show next week, the 19th. If you're in town, don't miss it. I sing a solo that only a robust African-American woman should sing. I also play the sister of a Chinese girl about a foot shorter than I. Who came up with the term "suspension of disbelief"?
It's official: I'm staying with Dramatic English for another year! Upcoming projects shall be grand.
The, Dad and The Mother plan to visit Hong Kong in July. I spend nearly every free moment planning their itinerary and trying to figure out if HK is NYC on steroids or Valium.
Speaking of steroids, another "potential" suitor of the moment is what I would call a body-building enthusiast. This is not the reason he has "potential," and is in fact a bit of a deterrent.
I went to Lamma, the island with unwashed washed-up hippies (and Tim) to see some dragon boat races, but we were distracted by a hummus cafe and missed all the races.
I'm assistant directing Seussical--The Musical! with the incomparable Mr. Matthew. Our group will be featured at an upcoming education exhibition or something soon. They'll have an audience of over 400, so we're working them hard to get them ready.
I'm starting Putongua lessons this week at the same place I do Cantonese.
My friend Rita who is living in Beijing was planning to visit last weekend, but she had to cancel due to the swine flu.
I can recognize and write about 50 characters. I proudly disclosed this information to a technician for one of our shows, but the pride quickly gave way to desperation when he told me that there are about 10,000 characters. Only 9,950 to go.
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The Eskimos' have something like 4000 words that discribes snow. Perhaps you will find that many of those 10,000 charaters mean Hummus.
KB
As part of the itinerary, how about arranging some event with all of the potential suitors (of whom there seem to be an abundance)? We can then engage in an activity like unto a reality show, to see who will be the last
to remain on the island of HK.
The,
Dad.
Are there African-AMERICANS in Hong Kong?
Don't worry about missing the dragon races. They couldn't have been half as good as the Traverse City Cherry Festival bed races. THOSE are not to be missed.
I am in complete agreement with The, Dad, about the method for selecting your next suitor. It should be through a combination of playing Trivial Pursuit (the real one in the blue box, not some pop culture garbage) and feats of strength.
The, Dad, your idea for a reality show of potentials is brilliant. I've been trying to figure out how to choose from the plethora of applicants and this seems to be the most fair and logical method of selection.
Perhaps something along the lines of a Miss America show would be fitting and proper.
Talent --> feats of strength
Interview --> sarcasm quiz
Swimsuit --> I guess this could remain the same
And of course, the on-stage questions will be written and posed by family and friends.
M and D...you may need to plan to stay a bit longer.
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