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~ Tales of a vagrant ant ~
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1.06.2005
I'm sitting here in my dad's office at his factory in China... they just had their year end celebration, which included shooting hoops for cold hard cash (50-100 in chinese currency, singing kareoke, and picking up prizes... It was such a rush watching everyone put their hands into the box to pick out the piece of paper telling what they had just won... The expression on their faces was just so priceless.. they were almost all happy expressions... some were because they had won something good (a tv), but some because they had won soemthing useful, but entirely silly (a bucket). people were only supposed to get one shot at sinking a basket, but I saw a few people go 3, 4, and even 5 times...
I just wonder what people's stories are sometimes... are they trying to earn money to feed their babies? or are they being greedy? Who knows... I feel rather awkward here... I feel like i'm in a communist revolution story.. where the proleteriat (sp?) are prone to revolt at any moment, except that the workers are happy.. but it's just weird.. Last night, I went on a journey through time... I went to places important in my history... we went past my birthplace at the baptist hospital in kowloon city, and past my dad's old neighbourhood in sai yee street, even though it's been torn down and rebuilt into much taller apartment buildings... he didn't really tell me where exactly he played tag or anything, but he reminisced on where the chinese doctors used to be, and restaurants that used to be really busy in the days of his youth... It was a good time. I also finally jumped on the bandwagon, and got a mp3 player... woohoo... now i can actually listen to all the music i have on my computer well, dinner awaits, so it is time to bid adieu!
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