assignment

This morning I was nagging my colleagues coz I desparately wanted a daily assignment after having my byline disappeared on the newspaper for days. This one interests me a bit - a survey on Nepalese who live in Hong Kong. Some kind of public opinion stur before the anti-racism lawdraft comes out. But badly it is held by the Soceity for Community Organisation, the non-profit civic group which has a tiny and barely-funitured office in a Chinese-style old building in ShamShuiPo. Kweilin Street. Looks like where the Beijing prostitutes opearate their filthy business. I walked upstairs mumbling shit but came out with a smile. Not only was I impressed by the stories of the Nepalese who were obviously in hardship living in homogenous Hong Kong, but there I also met a very attractive woman. She's called Annie Lin, a community organiser for the society. Sporting thick plastic-rimmed glasses and a heavy make-up supposedly put up for the press conference, her calm and stern face gives a sense of sincerity and seriousness. She works for the organisation, mainly to help out the minority in need and as an activist who pushes on ethinic groups friendly policies. As she started reading out the results of the survey, my eyes could not help stopping at her. Psychology experts say one's pupils enlarge when appealed to an attractive object. I could feel it. As she went along, I was further enticed by her clean British accent and exotically accented Cantonese. I'm sure she's not a native speaker. She could be from Taiwan or Singapore. The plain-colored clothing and the simple hair style were clean enough to make me imagine she's an eager social activist whose mind is devoted to human rights. She is also knowledgeable and responsive. She would cite provisions of different international laws on human rights. Her answers to my questions were to the point. I could find good quotes from her. After the conference, I approached her for a name card. Face-to-face, I realised she should be over 25, if not 30, as the shy woman smiled broadly surfacing thin lines behind the make-up as she talked to this 23-year-old journalist(reporter actually) who was pretending to be calm and sound. Wanting so badly to know her more, I feel I am still a hungry little kid who has never seen women. How can I stay on one woman? Or all guys are the same? Maybe my mind will change when I get my dream woman? I am thinking too much. I can never fall in love this way. But, but, there is one thing ascertained by this piece of life. Smart women are very attractive to me. Well. I'm attractive to smart women I bet. But at the same time they need a strong guy, which I'm not yet so. Unfortunate. my ex-gf, who changed my life by wounding my tailbone, surprisingly know me so much. She said being too sensitive will hinder me from growing up and thinking too much will just make me weaker. She got me on this point.