*RB* Three Steps Late [PT 5].

But i still want to go over to your parent's cafe after all this time, because i never once was taken there. You could ask, why should you take me there, who am i? I bet you you wont ask a constumer when they roll into the cafe like that.

"Wanna eat!? Who are you!?".

Honestly. I only wanna go there to eat, because you are a friend of Jin afterall, knowing that you have a family business, its my role to go there and check out the food you got. But i dont know why you dont want to tell me where it is, you dont have to take me, i can go there myself. I dont mind at all. Its not like i wanna take you there to eat with me. However i still dunno why you dont wanna tell me. And at times i ask myself, "will there even BE a next time?". Will there even be a next time indeed. I have another friend in London, who's family owns a family resturant too, but she like you, doesnt want to take me there. If i have time when i go London again, i'll try and go there myself, because i sort of remember the road, i dare say around 30% which is unclear to me. I've only been taken once, i have good memory. Speaking of Memory. I was born with a nose that is nearly impaired, because i cant smell things that good, like you would have already known. And David (my sis's boyfriend) always makes fun of me, because i cant smell things. Says im missing the fun in life, for example the food he cooks, he adds a lot of those smell things i dunno watchu call em, leaves and stuff, corripowder or something like that. And he's there sniffing at the air like he's french, he enjoys his food, because of the smell. I dunno what good odors taste like, but i've been told without the nose, food is only 30% as good as compared to the 100%, in other words 70% goes to the nose. Maybe thats why i like to eat plain, its because i cant smell good smells anyway.

You wanna know what its like to not smell things? Everythings plain. Thats all there is to it. I've also been told rain smells nice, that when they smell rain, its gonna rain. I envy people like that. Most of the times when im eating with family members in HK, we would order a load of food, that smells good of course. And they all would be like "Man that smells NICE!", like they all can smell it from a mile away. And when they come to eating, they have good time. Man. If i was given one odor to be able to smell, i wanna know what rain smells like too.

Its Sunday today.

Tell you a secret also. I dont really take showers. That much. Normally i suspect people would take showers at least 8 times a week, with me i only take showers (if not on a "special occasion") around 2 times a week maybe three ("special occasions" as in i gotta get outta the house and head outside). Yeah. You must be thinking of words to call me. I get a lot of that. Im not a hobo though, dont get me wrong, just that i dont have that much things that chain me down, in other words things i get disturbed by. Maybe thats why my dogs like me so much, because they dont really take showers either, my mom hates the smell of my dogs. She says i smell like em most of the time. Watchu think? Still wanna be friends with a person who smells like a dog?

But you see with me, im cool with that.

If i was to ask you right now, would you still tell me where your parent's cafe is? Three Steps Late part 5. I really hope you have read all the way up until here too, because im trying my hardest to letchu know who i really am. Im not lying to you, if i was to lie even on this blog, then i ought to rethink my motivation towards letting you know this entry saga in the first place. But i really dont have any motive. About the Present i plan on giving to your parents. Its nothing big. Its just a present. If you were to ask why would i suddenly give them a present. Then i tell you. I dont really know. But i just want to give them a Present. Maybe its because of the times i stayed at your home. Maybe. I dunno, but i still wanna give them the present personally. I plan to stop by at your house and drop off the present there after i come back from London, maybe on the 4th (friday) or the 5th; because you said i can. So dont go accusing me for comming over. I'll text you. By then you would (should) have already read all these entries (really hope you do).

Whats your favourate Season? Mine's Winter. Because of the scenry and street lamps. And the fog.

When walking with a group of people, i hate to be at the front, because i would have to lead the way at my own pace, go to places upon gut feeling. I hate being at the front, i hate being left behind too. I prefer being in the middle of a group, away from the heat and action from the front, away from the solitude at the back. But most of the times i end up being at the back, i dont know why. I could walk up to the front, but whats the point, i would seem like trying to prove something then. Like they say, when you put others before you, you get left behind. Tell me bout it.

But you say not only do i write too much, but i think too much too. Its not that i think to much, i know that would be troublesome; always tryna analyse things, always trying to place your opinions onto something, always tryna make things dramatic. I dont live in my head. But when it comes to blogging, theres no choice but to write so much, because after my Dearest, blogging takes time and effort. And i always plan out my time. I write so much because each blog entry represents a different me, i want that different me to be remembered, even if it was just a few sentences, or a huge entry like before. Each one is a different me. In actual, i dont think much, nor do i write much at all. I was known for a man of a few words from one person that once liked me. Way back when though. Made her cry. Im serious. She made me sick though. Always trying to force emotions onto me. Yuk man. The hell you playin at.

I hate seeing people cry. Because i was at the Central Library reading, and then i heard a lil kid scream and then cry. You ever noticed, even little babies get angry. Doesnt need to be taught it. Born from anger man. Babies these days. All they fckin want is milk and cookies.

Talking bout the Central Library, i have been spending most of my recent times sitting there. I had to pretend i was going to School. None of which my parents knew about, and also my too guardians too. In actual, nobody knows who i really am. I mean, nobody knew i walked out of school. Take note of that, i walked out. Because i got bored. I was ask this question by the dudes who own the newspaper shop near my school, a place where i hang out at the back, and i said to them "I got bored man.". They shook their heads and smiled in dissapointment. I did tell them the truth, its as easy as that. But what can you do when people think you're ignorant. You dont mean to. Just you dont wag your tail for no one. Anyway. The Library (hope i spelt it right). Been spending my time there. I like to sit on the Second floor where the seats are right next to the big windows. So infact, you can sit down, lean on the wall, as well as having the luxury of big widescreen windows that run all the way across the room, left to right. And you get to see people do things. You can really see it that well on the third floor though. Because they made it that way. So the second floor. I like to stay there to watch people down below do things, whether walking, standing, sitting. Its like ink painting Donna. You have to sit back to see the whole thing properly, and that you cannot see it from close up - taught by this one old guy that came down to the resturant to eat for a week because of this badminton championship thing back in jan - feb times this year. Discussed most thoroughly in my other entry i wrote. Forgot the name. If you have time, you should spend some time in the Central Library too. Just for the sake of looking through that wideass window screen thing.

But of course. There is the problem which you always have. "Boring." like you say. Gurl. You missing the point. So you should check it out some time, when you come down again. Fckin hell im hungry man. Gonna go eat. Then work. Carry on later.

*Heads out 19:18PM*.
*Returns - 23:40PM*

Yo. Dearest. I's return. What did you have to eat? Me? Today my dad forced me to eat this double dish colaboration dish thing, which is wet/dry noodles and a seperate bowl of Soup, and also woked wontons, if you know what i mean. He says thats how people in HK eat, he says the noodles are called "Lo Lo". Lo Lo my ass man. Btw. I didnt want the wontons. I just wanted my normal meal, Shanghai noodles, kai lan and steamed tofu. But i told them to make me something to take away though, white rice and vegies.

27 mins before Monday. I never got to talk to you today. "Where could you be?".

Normally i would head home at around 23:05pm - 23:10pm just to rest up from this day of work, but today was a different night. It felt good man. It wasnt breezy nor was it too cold, Summer nights in the UK can be good too, thats one thing the UK is good for. So i decided to take a night stroll around town. I live here afterall. And it was a good night, the sky was peaceful, not like any other nights when it would be windy, or the air would be giving the skin chill bumps, this night, everything was peaceful. Not much people out also, like it should be that way too. So i took a stroll around town, and the night makes things so different, its hard to imagine. And for some reason, the street lights make themselves stand out more during the night, during the day, they are a bother, metal sticks being planted on the ground for no good reason. HK over does it with the street lights and those store lights. Spoils it bigtime. With a good night, good street lights that work, peaceful surroundings, the cake is made, time to go for a work. Personally. I dont see why not.

Birmingham town is funny, because you can notice the seperation between different districts. Like around the Bullring area, its all just a teen's hang out place. If you head out from the Bull, you'll come across two split roads, to the left leading to the Palasade/New Street Station Area. To the right leads to the Business/Happy Hour/Fancy ass resturant district. I walked both. seeing as though i had nothing to do. I tell you, the Bullring looks real nice at night, because its made of glass windows all around, so when you walk up the stairs from Chinatown, you'll come across two entrances to the Bullring from the second floor, both building entrances built from glass walls. So you can see them from inside. Kinda looks like the Fifth Avenue Apple Store in the US. Kinda like that. If there werent people walking up and down, i woulda jus stood there and looked inside. But it woulda made me look stupid.

And its Monday. 00:00 AM.

Taking the split road right, you'll come across the district with loads of fancy ass resturants, and you can feel that this part of town is different from the rest, much more mature, more down to earth. So i jus stood there by the sidewalk looking at cars come towards me and go; cars and their lights paint a pretty scenery to the night too. Oh yeah, talk about scenery. When i was sitting inside the Central Library, looking down at people, i couldnt help but see the clouds move so quick, i think this was during Thursday. It was windy on that day. So the clouds were moving fast. And i noticed something. I noticed that the sky and the earth are two different worlds. In other words, people are too caught up in their little civilisation, building so many things around them, limiting their own space. The sky's so free from that. So i jus stood there watching those cars come and go, and i didnt feel like moving an inch. Because the night was almost perfect from being perfect - there was a tiny breeze. But its almost there, better than unperfect. So i said to myself. "I dont see why not.". I saw people walking past and looking at me like a hojo, but damn, the night was too good to miss out. But if i just stood there the whole night, then i would also miss alot, now i didnt want that. So i looked at the sky.

No stars tonight Donna. Just a dark blue sky fading into space.

Behind where i stood led back into the central district of town, going past KFC, and all those other crap ass stores you see. Around 30 footsteps away from where i stood. The thing about that part that led back into town was that the street lights there was all off, so basically it was half and half. Now that looked cool. So i headed there. I didnt see why not. I always wanted to see the line between light and dark. But it fades together though. So in actual, its all one thing. After being lead back into town, i made my way towards the pedestrian entrance of the Pallasades, you know. Up that walkie thing. But before you got there you had to get past the bus stop area first, and there were some people still left standing around. I saw a lot of Somalians though, thought it was Somalian Night. There were old, young, couples, teens. And i couldnt help but notice each of their expressions. Its all something to see if you have time to observe. Do not force yourselve to observe, it comes naturally.

Hey, one question. Do you take pity on Old people? I take pity on Old people. Do you know why? Its because they dont know how to be content.

But most Old dudes do look content, only a few that doesnt. The ones i saw on the streets all looked content. Maybe it was because of the night, plus the sound of busses, the lil breeze, sound oe people; they all just looked so happy. Teens didnt look so happy, they all looked like they got dumped. Every frickin one of them looked like they got dumped, they all showed a unsatisfied face man. And i couldnt help but notice myself noticing, theres only two groups of people who are actually happy - which i conclude with upon my own personal experience: lil baby kiddos and old doods. The ones in between are fools. Every single one of them. Does this include me and you? Well. You once said to acknowledge the fact that you're cool because you rule on gvg, in actual, i knew you pwned from the first moment i first talked to you; if you werent cool, if you didnt rule, then how comes i liked you? So you must know, for me to like you, you must meet the requirements of being cool.

Because you see. Im cool like that. Quoted from Samurai Sugar Slash.

I didnt feel like entering the Pallasades, because my stroll would end there, so i turned left, and headed towards the Bull, which in fact from the Bull, it is the split road to the left. So i took the left road and headed towards the Bull. This part of town only looks good at night. If you cross the road, passing Waterstones, towrds the Central Library, you'll find the place where the German Market used to be held. And Donna, the German Market was a place and half. Me and Jum used to head there after skool, every friday during Winter, and i enjoyed those times man. Because it was Winter, and the sky turns dark quick during the Winter, like around 4 Something PM. I remember those times when i still had to go Skool, i used to hang out at the Newspaper shop from hometime til they shut down. Then i would walk home, which was an hour's walk. And it was cold back then. But the street lights made me carry on. And man, that area looked indiscussably beautiful with all those lights. The German Market was better though, because its like the UK's Kyoto. If you get what i mean.