hk diary nine - pretty young things
since i moved into this temporary shelter in the middle of hong kong's red light district, sleep has become a luxury, like wearing a louboutin with a five inch heels on a rainy day. (just below my flat are bars playing loud music whether from a live band, mostly filipinos, or from a laptop. loud conversations, laughters and shouting matches among drunks are also the norm). in fact, my insomnia has gotten worse. 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 and their posse. 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 men...