Shanghai: Day Three

Date: 24/12/13
Current time: 7:39am

Currently on our way to Pudong International Airport in a cab, and the driver is VERY enthusiastic - he damn near pulled my haversack off me while rattling on about how it looked too heavy for a little girl like me. Pssh. Me, little? Bitch I'm fat as hell.

Anyway we're supposed to be headed to Shenyang, which is a place that makes me think of mountains and isolated villages, to be honest. Though from what mum tells me, it should be somewhat similar to Shanghai, just colder. Way colder, in fact... When I checked the temperatures this morning, Shenyang clocked an impressive -18 degrees Celsius.

Conclusion? I'm going to have a lot of fun freezing my ass off.

It's pretty silent in the cab, and I'm just enjoying the chilly air for now. No winding down the windows though, the city smog is too bad to keep breathing deeply for long - if we thought our previous PSI readings of >400 during the recent haze crisis were scary then this is a nightmare straight from hell.

Bad air aside, I think what's helping me enjoy shanghai most is the fact that even though temperatures here are much lower than when we used to visit Hokkaido (that was in June, this is in December, Hokkaido was a chilly breeze compared to this), if I close my eyes I can almost pretend this is Hokkaido. It's unfair, but that's how it is.

I've also discovered that cigarette smoke smells a lot better at home. I won't lie, I don't smoke but I do enjoy standing near my friends when they light up. For some reason, breathing in cigarette smoke calms me and quite frankly I think a bit of it doesn't hurt that bad.

But the smoke here smells thin and disgusting - I choked when I tried to breathe it in the first time. I think it's because of that fact that it's colder here, though. Back home, it's warm and humid, so the smoke smells richer, more inviting. Here it's cold and dry and I suppose that's what the smoke smells like too - dry and thin.

Not too bad, I guess... But not to my tastes. 

Current time: 8:50am

Annoyed at the 'rents, as usual. Nothing much to elaborate about though, except for the usual "they expect me to act as an adult yet don't treat me as one" complaint. 

Current time: 10:59am

Flight MU5639 is now in the air and en route to Shenyang. I've been taking picture after picture of the skies - it's like paradise how I'm pretty much surrounded by sky since I love taking sky shots.

Looking at the sky reminds me of a quote from a TV show a long time ago - the character had just returned from a long overseas trip and was showing his girlfriend all the pictures he took during the trip. However, there seemed to be more sky shots instead of scenery or sightseeing shots, and she asked him why. His answer was a simple one, but it touched me.

He said that each sky shot was taken each time he missed her and was thinking of her.

(The fact that he later turned out to be a serial killer and psychopath in the TV series also appealed to me, I must admit.)

In a way, sky shots are also very sweet - it's saying that even though you're both far away from each other, you're still under the same sky and that somehow makes the distance seem a little less significant.

So I keep taking sky shots, even though I'm not sure who I'm missing and thinking of when I take them. I used to take them because I was thinking of my crush (then Rikugame-kun) but now I think they're just habit.

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