pretty young things
since i moved into this temporary shelter, sleep has become a luxury, like wearing a louboutin with a five inch heels on a rainy day. my insomnia has gotten worse due to the noise from the bars down below - loud rock music, loud conversations from partygoers, the blaring of sirens, honking of cars. probably recognizing my former life as a party hopper (chos!), my new employer has put me in a flat right in the middle of hong kong's party district. it's like living in las vegas minus the acid trip, the wild casinos and the oh so well-dressed tycoon high rollers. this was in contrast a week ago when i was sleeping soundly like a baby at a friend's flat in far away ap lei chau, a neighborhood where most of the residents are either too young or too old to party. (it's a retirement village, my friend exclaimed when i mentioned to her that since i arrived there, i haven't seen any interesting young guy around.) her apartment building is also so near the harbour th...