People are too Loud

I think I know what I want to do.

I walked down today and got a coffee. A white cup on a table outside - pen, paper. I had time. Nothing is good. Nothing makes me feel things. I should sit outside more often.

I picked up two bottles of San Pellegrino and lugged it up a hill. It feels happy to pull the bottles out of brown paper bags and put them into the fridge.

I wish I was dad. He's been places I've never been, read books I've never read. Most of all, he knows where to eat. I think I know Hong Kong, eating-wise, but I really don't come close at all. And it's not just Hong Kong - he seems to know where to go for food in almost everywhere we've been...be it New York, Paris, London, Japan. If dad wrote a food guide, I'd buy it in an instant. I wish I was dad.

I prefer small restaurants. Restaurants which pour San Pellegrino into tall clear glasses. I love Al Fresco dining more than most things and coffee cups should be white most of the time. I wish I had the complete Donna Hay collection...or that New York Restaurant book. No...I want both.

I love Donna Hay.

I want to take photographs. I want to write. I want to talk about music, or kung fu films. I want to know food. I want to travel.

I want people to take me seriously when I say that's what I want to do...

I think tomorrow, I'm going to do same thing I did today. Only, this time, I'll walk a little farther, I'll stay a little longer, and I'll take a camera with me.

(Where I should be. Photograph of Norway by Rick Poon)