Sister Atmi's been teaching me Cantonese. And now calls me "Ma" like they do in HK, which comes out like a short bark more akin to a distressed goose than a small child needing her mum. It makes us both laugh every time.
Pres took us to Cafe Bali, which is this terribly expensive-looking little restaurant just a ways above our house that super swanky people are always walking towards and I always thought, "wow, that's so beyond anything we could ever experience," and then we go today and their prime steak dishes are maybe the equivalent of US $4. The incredible jump between have and have-not continues to astound---astound---me.
Pres took us to Cafe Bali, which is this terribly expensive-looking little restaurant just a ways above our house that super swanky people are always walking towards and I always thought, "wow, that's so beyond anything we could ever experience," and then we go today and their prime steak dishes are maybe the equivalent of US $4. The incredible jump between have and have-not continues to astound---astound---me.
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