It’s almost a week since I’m back in Shanghai.
For one, I feel like someone who was abducetd by the aliens for experiments to their advantage.
To my own disadvantage, I got disconnected from the world for three whole years.
Now three years later, I finally paid my dues and got sent back to the Earth.
To everybody else, it is as if the time hasn’t passed, as if nobody knows that I’d been gone for this long.
Better yet, I’m supposed to fit in again.
But constantly I’m in awe of the changes here in Shanghai, a city that is evolving at the neck-breaking speed.
I thought only in Beverly Hill you bump into women who beg to get their features altered. But now Shanghai has caught up just fine. Young women donning photoshopped faces, they’re so proud, so blatant, so unapologetic.
I’m mesmerized by the expansive transportation system. Do you know that now we have this bus called 71 which runs on electricity and has its own bus lane? Pretty darn cool, isn’t it?
I feel like I’m still locked in space, watching this city, this place where I once called home, twisting and turning. And only those who can keep up with it get to stay.
Then it dawned on me, three years ago, it was not the alien who abducted me after all. It was I who decided to board the alien mothership… and told Shanghai it can go fuck itself.
I guess it’s still holding grudges.