I had been so busy preparing myself for an eventual confrontation with Icy, that I didn't keep proper track of my surroundings. I didn't see the warning signs ... and once I did notice it was entirely too late.
A new danger has presented itself, one that eclipses that of Icy, and one that is much much closer to home (home being the Youth Hostel that I'm currently residing in).
Yesterday a bus full of 17-18 year old Hong Kong girls pulled up to the Youth Hostel. All happily wearing short short shorts, and giggling so much that they were frothing at the mouth. Irresistible. So anyway, being the sociable person that I am, I approached the group and said the few lines of Cantonese that I know, augmenting that with my more extensive knowledge of Mandarin, to the delight and wonderment of all present. I found out they are here to plant trees near the top of the mountain, very charitable.
Suitably impressed, we moved the party to the dining area of the youth hostel, which is very nice ... and sizeable. It was there that we cavorted until the wee hours of the morning, exchanging compliments and telling tales of life, love, and all the rest of it. Anyone who knows me now knows exactly where the danger lies. They thought I was handsome and charming and very intelligent ... because I can speak mandarin and some cantonese after all.
They've told me where their rooms are, and tonight is my last night in Hong Kong ... I don't know what will happen now, but I know at the very least eric will be relieved to know I won't be going to see Icy ... or will I? Now that I think about it I probably should ... thanks eric, you convinced me.
Watching a load of short shorted Hong Kong girls disembark from a bus, giggling and laughing and bouncing is the closest I will ever get to heaven by the way, so I'm enjoying it.
5.13.2007
5.11.2007
Return to Mt. Davis
So I'm in HK.
Firstly I want to tell you that today I recently been told I look like 2 seperate celebrities. The other day a korean girl told me that I look like Boromir from Lord of the Rings. Personally, I don't know how to take this. And then today, I was told by a girl in Hong Kong that I look like Richard Gere ... again, I don't know how to take this. Ok ... on to Hong Kong.
This is a very dangerous place for me to be. The danger can be summed up in one word: Icy. Some of you will know what/who I'm talking about and if you do that kudos, but it's a very emotionally topic for me and one that stirs up alot of emotions. I could feel those emotions even as I got on the train to bring me into Hong Kong from Shenzhen. And it only got worse as I reached the Island, and then eventually the doorstep of Icy. A very dangerous place to be.
Anyway, long story short, she wasn't home. But I left a note. A dangerous note. There's a pattern.
As some strange amalgamation of Boromir and Richard Gere, I don't know how to correctly analyse my feelings towards Icy. When I am away from her, she is the ex girlfriend that I loved, and who tried to kill me with a knife. That's when I'm in the USA ... or anywhere outside of Hong Kong for that matter. When I am in Hong Kong she becomes something very different ...something that when I am on this god forsaken island I can't fucking stay away from.
And I'm not insane.
That's all I have to say.
Firstly I want to tell you that today I recently been told I look like 2 seperate celebrities. The other day a korean girl told me that I look like Boromir from Lord of the Rings. Personally, I don't know how to take this. And then today, I was told by a girl in Hong Kong that I look like Richard Gere ... again, I don't know how to take this. Ok ... on to Hong Kong.
This is a very dangerous place for me to be. The danger can be summed up in one word: Icy. Some of you will know what/who I'm talking about and if you do that kudos, but it's a very emotionally topic for me and one that stirs up alot of emotions. I could feel those emotions even as I got on the train to bring me into Hong Kong from Shenzhen. And it only got worse as I reached the Island, and then eventually the doorstep of Icy. A very dangerous place to be.
Anyway, long story short, she wasn't home. But I left a note. A dangerous note. There's a pattern.
As some strange amalgamation of Boromir and Richard Gere, I don't know how to correctly analyse my feelings towards Icy. When I am away from her, she is the ex girlfriend that I loved, and who tried to kill me with a knife. That's when I'm in the USA ... or anywhere outside of Hong Kong for that matter. When I am in Hong Kong she becomes something very different ...something that when I am on this god forsaken island I can't fucking stay away from.
And I'm not insane.
That's all I have to say.
5.08.2007
Perfection
Last night I met a goddess, her name is LuLu.
She is perfection. She is gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. Like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense.
She was so perfect that at once the question of the existence of God was affirmed and shattered to pieces. Only a divine touch could form a creature of such overwhelming beauty, it could not be the chance formation of molecules. Yet, at the same time, the idea of "God" is that he is the ultimate, the alpha and the omega; so how could he then create something to rival his own perfection, making him not the ultimate anymore? And if he indeed could not create this other perfect being, then isn't he himself not perfect? and therefor not God? It brings to mind that age old philosophical question "Could god microwave a burrito so hot that even he couldn't eat it?"
She is very sexy. She reminded me a lot of the Sphinx because she was very mysterious and eternal and solid. Her features were sharp and beautiful, with an air of boundless calm confidence, safe in the knowledge that they represent all the is right and beautiful in the world ... and her nose had been shot off by French soldiers. (well, not really ... but the rest yes)
This kind of beauty can cure disease.
This kind of beauty is poison.
This kind of beauty can end wars.
This kind of beauty can start wars.
This kind of beauty will alter a man's destiny with a glance
This kind of beauty is what they wrote about in the Old Days.
This kind of beauty is what inspired Homer and Shakespeare and Leonardo Da Vinci.
This kind of beauty is why the Trojan War was started.
This kind of beauty is why cavemen drew on walls.
I can feel my own life has been irrevocably altered.
I sang "Total Eclipse of the Heart" to her during a prolonged Karaoke session. "I Fucking need you now tonight" was never screamed with as much conviction.
This session also included such hits as:
"Highway to The Danger Zone"
"House of the Rising Sun"
"Dust in The Wind"
"Winds of Change"
"Let It Be"
"Bicycle"
As well as an endless amount of Chinese songs.
I lost badly to her in a game of Dice which involved drinking.
I passed out.
I woke up in my bed, alone.
I now know the true depths of the emotion they call shame.
I now know what true loss is.
I'm a better man for it.
She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine.
She is perfection. She is gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. Like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense.
She was so perfect that at once the question of the existence of God was affirmed and shattered to pieces. Only a divine touch could form a creature of such overwhelming beauty, it could not be the chance formation of molecules. Yet, at the same time, the idea of "God" is that he is the ultimate, the alpha and the omega; so how could he then create something to rival his own perfection, making him not the ultimate anymore? And if he indeed could not create this other perfect being, then isn't he himself not perfect? and therefor not God? It brings to mind that age old philosophical question "Could god microwave a burrito so hot that even he couldn't eat it?"
She is very sexy. She reminded me a lot of the Sphinx because she was very mysterious and eternal and solid. Her features were sharp and beautiful, with an air of boundless calm confidence, safe in the knowledge that they represent all the is right and beautiful in the world ... and her nose had been shot off by French soldiers. (well, not really ... but the rest yes)
This kind of beauty can cure disease.
This kind of beauty is poison.
This kind of beauty can end wars.
This kind of beauty can start wars.
This kind of beauty will alter a man's destiny with a glance
This kind of beauty is what they wrote about in the Old Days.
This kind of beauty is what inspired Homer and Shakespeare and Leonardo Da Vinci.
This kind of beauty is why the Trojan War was started.
This kind of beauty is why cavemen drew on walls.
I can feel my own life has been irrevocably altered.
I sang "Total Eclipse of the Heart" to her during a prolonged Karaoke session. "I Fucking need you now tonight" was never screamed with as much conviction.
This session also included such hits as:
"Highway to The Danger Zone"
"House of the Rising Sun"
"Dust in The Wind"
"Winds of Change"
"Let It Be"
"Bicycle"
As well as an endless amount of Chinese songs.
I lost badly to her in a game of Dice which involved drinking.
I passed out.
I woke up in my bed, alone.
I now know the true depths of the emotion they call shame.
I now know what true loss is.
I'm a better man for it.
She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine.
5.05.2007
327 and the Tea Pillow
Tiger #327 is one of the few remaining male South China Tigers in existence, and the other day he was flown down to Africa for the process of "re-wildification." Considering he's lived his entire life in captivity and is only known by his ID number, I'd say he has a long way to go. During this process he will be paired with a female South China Tiger in the hopes that they will breed and kick start the species out of the endangered zone. The female tigers name is Kathy. I know, I know ... kathy and #327, sounds like so many story book romances we've read and seen on the big screen, but it might not be as easy as it seems on paper. Kathy has been living out in the wild now for sometime, and as such, has certain expectations for her man. #327 on the other hand, has been spoon feed only the finest animal entrails his whole life and it was reported that the feel of grass under his paws frightened him so much that he ran back into his cage. I makes me wonder if Kathy will be able to accept such a huge pussy ... oh well, we'll see.
Oh the Tea Pillow. I was asked this morning, by a surprising chinese commercial read in engilish, if I could even imagine the possibilities of a combination of famous chinese tea, and pillows. The first thing that popped into my head was terror and panic, this seemed like something out of my worst nightmares. But then I calmed down and I thought, and I managed to think of 2 immediate possibilities of a combination between Tea leaves and a pillow. The first thing I thought of is what normal people would call a tea bag. We dip it in hot or cold water to make tea. The second thing I thought of was a Tea Pillow. It turns out they were referring to the later, and as it turned out I had been able to imagine the possibilities ... I was fairly proud of myself. Apparently by stuffing a pillow full of tea leaves you can be magically transported to the Ancient Chinese Tea gardens, which are famous the world over ... for their tea. Unfortunately you are only transported in your dreams, and when you wake up the side of your face is stained a nasty brackish color and your whole head smells like tea. Apparently it is also not advisable for you lay on this pillow when your hair is wet, otherwise you'll get tea all over your bed. I guess they either hadn't worked out the kinks associated with sleeping on a giant tea bag, or they just didnt want to. But either way kudos to them, I'm sure they'll make a nice amount of money off of this Tea Pillow. Anything associated with Tea, and the pure awesomeness of Chinese Tea, sells like hot cakes here ... hot cakes with tea leaves in them.
Oh the Tea Pillow. I was asked this morning, by a surprising chinese commercial read in engilish, if I could even imagine the possibilities of a combination of famous chinese tea, and pillows. The first thing that popped into my head was terror and panic, this seemed like something out of my worst nightmares. But then I calmed down and I thought, and I managed to think of 2 immediate possibilities of a combination between Tea leaves and a pillow. The first thing I thought of is what normal people would call a tea bag. We dip it in hot or cold water to make tea. The second thing I thought of was a Tea Pillow. It turns out they were referring to the later, and as it turned out I had been able to imagine the possibilities ... I was fairly proud of myself. Apparently by stuffing a pillow full of tea leaves you can be magically transported to the Ancient Chinese Tea gardens, which are famous the world over ... for their tea. Unfortunately you are only transported in your dreams, and when you wake up the side of your face is stained a nasty brackish color and your whole head smells like tea. Apparently it is also not advisable for you lay on this pillow when your hair is wet, otherwise you'll get tea all over your bed. I guess they either hadn't worked out the kinks associated with sleeping on a giant tea bag, or they just didnt want to. But either way kudos to them, I'm sure they'll make a nice amount of money off of this Tea Pillow. Anything associated with Tea, and the pure awesomeness of Chinese Tea, sells like hot cakes here ... hot cakes with tea leaves in them.
5.02.2007
May Holiday
So this is my first post in May. It's also the first post following my birthday.
My birthday fun, if uneventful. Santana and Karl had just come back from Qingdao and met me at Attica for a completely overpriced drink, nestled among the white and wealthy people of shanghai, as well as a few girls walking around in their panties. Santana especially appreciated this aspect.
After that Karl and his girlfriend were beat, so they called it a night, and Santana and I made our way to our favorite all night eatery, 5 star. It was a good meal, and sorely needed. That kind of meal keeps you grounded in reality.
We returned back to my apartment so Santana could sleep on the Sofa, and that was that.
I don't have to energy to continue, maybe ill write more later.
My birthday fun, if uneventful. Santana and Karl had just come back from Qingdao and met me at Attica for a completely overpriced drink, nestled among the white and wealthy people of shanghai, as well as a few girls walking around in their panties. Santana especially appreciated this aspect.
After that Karl and his girlfriend were beat, so they called it a night, and Santana and I made our way to our favorite all night eatery, 5 star. It was a good meal, and sorely needed. That kind of meal keeps you grounded in reality.
We returned back to my apartment so Santana could sleep on the Sofa, and that was that.
I don't have to energy to continue, maybe ill write more later.
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