China Still Cool

After a nice Japanese meal in the heart of Chinatown (ironic), my family and I decided to take advantage of the warm evening and stroll down the main mall amidst the steamed dumplings and the BBQ duck corpses hanging in the shop windows. To our surprise we found a cheap pastry shop which sold us little balls of heaven called “emperor’s puffs” (donut type pastry filled with what was most probably warm custard) as well as a bag of fortune cookies.

I don’t know how many I ate, but the fortunes I kept were the following

1)      “You are the centre of every group’s attention” – well we were there partly as a farewell dinner to me, so 1 point to you sir.

2)      “We can live without religion, but we cannot survive without human affection” – this is some great advice seeing as I kinda feel like I might be moving to a city which values the former over the latter, that is until your wedding night. But sometimes prayer books feel cold and hugs seem inviting. This could be devil talk but there, I said it..

The third was pretty cool though:

“You’ll never plough a field by turning it over in your mind”, moving past the giggle I had at the initial innuendos which popped into my mind after reading “plough a field” I felt it really resonate and despite the fear that the guy who I saw sneeze in the kitchen at the restaurant may have been preparing my food I felt quite at peace with the move. It’s time to do, not just think about maybe possibly in the near future give some thought to perhaps start talking to someone about potentially starting a dialogue about Aliyah.

The Plunge

Its always daunting typing up the first post to a blog where millions of readers could access it. By 'always'  I mean 'right now', coz this is the first time, and by 'could' I mean 'probably wont'.

I guess the best way to being is to be up late at night with a jug of freshly plunged coffee and just type as though your fingers are each ninjas enacting a Jacky Chan fight scene. Hayah! Take that blank space!

Last week I received my ticket from the office and after loosening my bowels at the shock that I'm actually doing this and then regrouping I got this sense of excitement. Embarking of a voyage of sorts, and making my way on my own. Kinda like Abram, only my Dad doesn't worship idols and i don't have bothers (in the strict sense of the word, I mean, being part African, North East African, I could call other people from the region my 'brothas' but I'm no gangsta). The other difference is, I feel I have a little more agency because there's no looming deity 'encouraging' me to go by offering me land, wealth and my loins in abundance.

I've been trying to clear out my room and make an attempt at packing, but my room just ends up looking like a bomb hit it, which has an air of irony because my room is more likely to be bombed in Jerusalem than it is here, but don't tell my Mum that.

Packing is also harder than it seams, it involves a lot of trips down memory lane, and a lot of distractions. For example, in clearing a dusty box I found my discman and inside that discman was a CD I thought I had lost but had since got off a friend's computer onto my ipod. So i thought back as to who bought me the CD/burnt me the CD, then when i had listened to it last before the period where I thought I had lost it, then I wondered if the sound would be more clear on ipod speakers through an ipod or ipod speakers from the CD. Stuff like that... Brings you no closer to packing, but leaves you with a sense of satisfaction.

Feeling like I accomplished something here, I think its time for bed.