Books are fair

As you might know (or not), that there is a book fair which takes place in Hong Kong annually during late July. This year, I participated in the fair more than I had ever imagined I would.

My enthusiastic (nearly mad) participation was triggered by Tuesday's night news. I was drying my hair like usual and suddenly - WHAT? Stephen Fry in Hong Kong?! Well, I saw him tweeting about flying to Hong Kong, but I didn't know the reason behind.

I immediately rsvp'd to the event and got so excited for days. But first thing's first - god, I need a book by him to get it signed!

I got my books ready and read around a hundred pages before the event took place. I seriously have never ever read a book so hilarious yet so well-written. I giggled on the train, outside a restaurant, on a platform, on a bus... I simply ignored the weird looks of pedestrians thinking I just got out from the madhouse.

I left German early in order to get to the venue on time. I was blown away by the bloody long queue and sighed miserably. (How British?) I was so lucky to have got into the theatre which the talk was held. All the other two theatres which were used to broadcast the talk were packed. How enthusiastic we were?


The talk was brilliant and hilarious. I burst out laughing at both the authors' answers and the audience's questions. A particular question stained my mind : a guy wrote that question on the paper and had it passed on , he asked "Do you prefer non-friction or friction? That guy was humiliated, of course, and made the whole theatre filled with laughter (and probably tears).

I am so thankful that I got to know another amazing writer that night, Andrew Roberts. He was intelligent and also very witty. Glad to have known another fabulous writer.

After the 2-hour-talk, it was followed by an autograph session. Oh my oh! A very nice guy helped me to get Roberts' autograph because I couldn't manage to line up for both Fry and Roberts at the very same time.

Oh lord. Fry was so down-to-earth and also very tall. I did something really idiotic and which I consider pretty brave. I handed him a vinyl by my favourite band and asked him sincerely to give them a listen. He said he would and I was quite embarrassed by my act. Anyway, I did it.

I got two books signed and took a picture with him. Then , I spent the rest of my night following up my 'fangirl' work. I am still very happy that I've met a man which a lot of people considered 'God' on Youtube (at least?). The next day, I went and grabbed a few titles that were mentioned in the talk. Of course, the titles that were considered good.


Also because of the event, I got a special pass which allows me to go in and out of the Fair as much as I want to. I have been to the Fair again today, altogether four days in a roll.



Books I bought...

Scusi, I'm dreaming.

It's been a while again, I guess. The summer heat has been frying my skin and my soul, dehydrating me whenever I rehydrate. You can never go out without a pair of sunnies because the sunshine blinds you, as if a laser beam was shot directly to your eyes.

The summer heat makes people lazy, and thus, makes people feel sleepy. I slept, and dreamed.

I dreamed of my life...fastforwarded a few years later.

As you may know, I am a Europe lover. I've been saying that I'm going to live in Europe when I grow up. I was silly enough, to dream about my life there - hopefully should be something that occurs a few years later.

During my remaining teen years and early twenties, I shall be enjoying every bits of my life. I'll go clubbing, booze choking (if I could) and probably house trashing. I shall be in the middle of rushing my work before deadline and soon will earn my first degree. I can foresee that I'll still be a lazy git , a sleepyhead.

Soon after those clumsy and fun-filled years, I should be getting a proper job. Still, having a job doesn't mean that you can't go out and have fun. Oh Friday nights! I will hopefully get a house? With a garden perhaps?

In the garden, I'd get a Golden Retriever and a couple of ducks. I don't know if I could keep the dog alive for how long since I am an extremely lazy person, but I promise I'd try my best. I'd love to wake up to my ducks' quacks, watching their feathers turn from yellow to white.

In Europe, I reckon I'll have less pressure than I do now. It's just bizarre here, you can never imagine how people survive with such amount of pressure. I can never figure that out.

I really do hope that a few years later, I am doing what I've said here. Probably with loads of lingustics work to accompany me.