I love Dayton
I was standing on the platform in Mong Kok KCR station waiting of for the train with daddy, Greg, Genny, and Kurt, when Greg made some motion with his hands and knocked my iPod on to the platform floor. I immediately flipped out, asking him why the fuck he had to be so fucking dramatic (大動作).
As we were sitting on the train I looked closely at the huge scratch on my iPod, and I realized just how stupid I was being.
When we got off the train at Wu Kai Sha station, I told Greg that I was sorry for giving him shit about making me drop my iPod. I told him that people are more important than iPods, but that sometimes I forget that. He told me that he was sorry, too, for having caused me to drop it. He joked, "This is why mommy calls me Drama King's Son (作狀大王)!"
When I got on the train, I was going to just forget about the whole thing and pretend that it hadn't happened--after all, that's the Chinese way. I'm glad I didn't though.
As we were sitting on the train I looked closely at the huge scratch on my iPod, and I realized just how stupid I was being.
When we got off the train at Wu Kai Sha station, I told Greg that I was sorry for giving him shit about making me drop my iPod. I told him that people are more important than iPods, but that sometimes I forget that. He told me that he was sorry, too, for having caused me to drop it. He joked, "This is why mommy calls me Drama King's Son (作狀大王)!"
When I got on the train, I was going to just forget about the whole thing and pretend that it hadn't happened--after all, that's the Chinese way. I'm glad I didn't though.