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Dear prospective terrorists,

I'm now sitting at the airport, gate 49, flight AC016 bound for Toronto. Please do not hijack my plane if possible, I have a dog to go home to.

Every trip back to HK is filled with intrigue. One can never expect what may happen during the course of normal conversations. We can jump from topic to topic, or verbally dance around issues that are much too sensitive or embarrassing to discuss in the open. We use code names for everything and everyone. If the Russian judge score a 1.0 when you're doing mental gymnastics, you'll not be able to keep up.

Our extended "family" is far and wide. With the exception of maybe one or two unmentionable cousins, the collective IQ that makes up the "family" would scare MENSA. Alas, yours truly has brought them down a thousand points or so - but MENSA would still be clamoring to snap everyone up.

Our "family" (why do I keep insisting on putting quotes around the word "family"?) is divided into two class of smart. One is study smart, where excelling in academics is as easy as swallowing the runny scrambled eggs at "Ah Wood". The other group are creative types, able to make art out of little toothpicks and pieces of lint.

And then of course, me.

While I refuse to believe I've got the IQ of an eggplant (because that would be disrespectful to such a lovely veg), and I can draw more than just stick figures (hey, my stick figures have dots for eyes), I fall in neither group.

My photographs don't look remotely like theirs. My hands don't draw the way my mind sees. Worse, from a student point of view, I'm as smart as the pimple that I popped last night.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that at the end of the day, if an adult my age can't understand the importance of sunscreen in the August's blaring heat of Hong Kong, especially after already getting sunburned in Laguna Seca, what hope have I got? Forget about the pretension of being able to study, just dressing myself after each night may lead to mental exhaustion of the 7th degree - that being legally brain dead and requiring life support.

I had a great trip as always, and while I don't have much to show for it, save a couple of new T-shirts, tears unshed for my grandfather, I will cherish my time here.

....I will miss you Grandpa, more than anyone will probably know. posted by losir at 1:59 AM