The last few weeks have been hella weird. Seems like I haven't been myself... and others definitely have that early impression when they see me. It's usually "why are you so down", "why are you so angry" and of course this coupled with the fact I've made a conscious effort to cut down on getting super fucked up when I drink, they feel somethings wrong. Nah cutting out booze hasn't made me an angrier person, and it's weird. It's a part of me that I've never really experienced except maybe when I was a nut case playing soccer as a teenager.
I've seen myself get really short with people and pretty temperamental, maybe cause of this big project coming up at the end of the month, I don't know. I do know that when I get enough sleep and am well-rested, these behavioral traits are largely negligible. This definitely isn't me at my finest haha and I gotta sort it out. I am "that" asshole guy, but on a different... more comical level, not a legit one. Whether I'm over-stressed, over-worked I don't know, I refuse to think about it. I just don't feel like showing weakness beyond a superficial level. I bitch verbally as is but that's my own little release I find.
Thanks to Davis for calling me out on this and making me write this post haha... over a month between posts... my bad!
-Eugene
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
The Plus/Minus
I'm over two and a half years deep into my time in Hong Kong... time for an assessment. If there's anything I learned these days, point form, well spaced text is the best way to convey a lot of different subject matter. That means point form and well differentiated sentences (read: space between topics ha). So here's my break down of the plus (good) / minus (bad), keeping in mind how shit was back home in Canada.
Plus
Convenience: Regardless of what service you're looking for, electronics, food, laundry etc, they're all spread out everywhere. The per capita of convenience stores is overwhelming. Depending on how I walk home, I can come across like three convenience stores in a 5-minute walk.
Great Food: I rarely leave a meal in HK saying that shit was wack. It happens but not often. Maybe given the fierce competitive nature, everything is quite good. Good or great. Even the most basic of meals comes across as being delicious. As well the diverse culture (even more diverse than Canada I'd say) allows for a number of interesting cuisines.
Work Atmosphere: For better or worse, shit is s crazy here. Everybody is grinding all the time. I've touched on this before, there are so many instances of wealth and success flashed in your face on the day-to-day, you have nothing else but to be motivated to get your shit in gear and make it.
Good opportunity: As a gateway to Asia in some ways and one of Asia's most foreign-friendly cities due to its Western culture, you get tons of opportunity. You get the best of both worlds in terms of having people make a deliberate stop in Hong Kong for its business hub nature (prior to going to China perhaps) while still having the ability to get a lot of back-end production stuff done just an hour away in China. So many people I've had a chance to meet that I probably wouldn't have had I still been in Edmonton.
Great Transportation: Other parts of the world, a car is almost expected. Luckily Hong Kong's transportation is dope. I don't feel like a useless bum without a car and nobody will really look down on you haha. I felt so bum-ish having to take the Edmonton Transit to work at the Nike Factory Store back home haha. Anyways, the MTR (subway) covers pretty much most of the places you want to go minus the boonies or the real baller places (you have a car anyways you rich fuck). Taxis are cheap(er) and in abundance, double decker buses run relatively regularly and the iconic mini-bus is like a taxi with a pre-determined route, but no stops. People wave that shit down like a taxi but otherwise it will keep trucking along.
Leisure Time: Whatever time I have left to chill, seems like there's a lot more to do. Sports (which I participate rarely in), the club, the bar, karaoke and just general drunk fests are in abundance. You have a large number of poisons to pick from that's for sure. But alas, no winter sports, no GTing at Connors Hill in -30 weather. In retrospect, I listed all the great venues for getting drunk, I'm so wack... FML hahaha.
Negative
FOB thinking: Some locals just have retarded ways of thinking. Generally quite conservative, ignorant, the list goes on. Most often people only think of themselves, pretty selfish and assholes. I can't think of a day that goes on where there isn't so asshole that deserves a punch in the face for some dumb shit they've done. Everybody is usually impatient as well. But these are almost canceling factors, sometimes they're good, sometimes they're bad.
Pollution: While the pollution isn't necessarily Hong Kong's fault due to production in the Pearl Delta in China, nevertheless we have to put up with it. Physically I don't really feel it on the lungs cause I'm a physical specimen (ha!), but you can see it all day everyday. Sooooooo hazy, an otherwise beautiful skyline routinely gets ruined by the haze.
Crowding: Man, I used to like going to Mong Kok, but shit is so packed. I have somebody accosting me every 5 steps. Same goes for clubs. The lack of physical space makes it extremely claustrophobic. As well rent is sooo expensive which leads to my next minus...
Expensive: When I first came back, I was like damn homie everything is so cheap... ehhh not really. Relatively cheaper but not really. Gas is hella expensive, rent is expensive, housing is expensive, high-demand products have fluctuating pricing etc. As cheap as Hong Kong is, there are cheaper joints only a few hours away like China, Thailand, Taiwan etc. Did I mention
Social Hierarchy: The gap amongst poor and rich is sickening in many ways. So many people think they're too good for some people. You have one of the largest populations of per capita millionaires yet people are soooo poor in other parts of Hong Kong.
Lack of a creative community: As touched upon a few times already, everybody is so competitive and looking after their own shit. There's a lack of a creative community cause nobody is taking care of one another and helping uplift the overall scene when it comes to the arts, music etc. Makes for something real boring and shit. But it is a multitude of factors I must concede, I mean galleries, show venues etc are so expensive cause of rent. No issue is truly clear-cut when it comes to solving it.
Weather: Right now, it's super cold (by my standards), windy sea breezes do their fair share of damage ahaha. But come summer time, it's sickly hot. So humid, it's disgusting. You come out of the shower and never really get dry. Winter is dope, almost t-shirt weather but still gives you the opportunity to rock outerwear, but summer ugh... you'll sweat your pouch off in shorts and a tee.
I'm sure there's more wack/good shit, but these are off the top of my head.
Peaaaaaaaaaaaace
-Eugene
Plus
Convenience: Regardless of what service you're looking for, electronics, food, laundry etc, they're all spread out everywhere. The per capita of convenience stores is overwhelming. Depending on how I walk home, I can come across like three convenience stores in a 5-minute walk.
Great Food: I rarely leave a meal in HK saying that shit was wack. It happens but not often. Maybe given the fierce competitive nature, everything is quite good. Good or great. Even the most basic of meals comes across as being delicious. As well the diverse culture (even more diverse than Canada I'd say) allows for a number of interesting cuisines.
Work Atmosphere: For better or worse, shit is s crazy here. Everybody is grinding all the time. I've touched on this before, there are so many instances of wealth and success flashed in your face on the day-to-day, you have nothing else but to be motivated to get your shit in gear and make it.
Good opportunity: As a gateway to Asia in some ways and one of Asia's most foreign-friendly cities due to its Western culture, you get tons of opportunity. You get the best of both worlds in terms of having people make a deliberate stop in Hong Kong for its business hub nature (prior to going to China perhaps) while still having the ability to get a lot of back-end production stuff done just an hour away in China. So many people I've had a chance to meet that I probably wouldn't have had I still been in Edmonton.
Great Transportation: Other parts of the world, a car is almost expected. Luckily Hong Kong's transportation is dope. I don't feel like a useless bum without a car and nobody will really look down on you haha. I felt so bum-ish having to take the Edmonton Transit to work at the Nike Factory Store back home haha. Anyways, the MTR (subway) covers pretty much most of the places you want to go minus the boonies or the real baller places (you have a car anyways you rich fuck). Taxis are cheap(er) and in abundance, double decker buses run relatively regularly and the iconic mini-bus is like a taxi with a pre-determined route, but no stops. People wave that shit down like a taxi but otherwise it will keep trucking along.
Leisure Time: Whatever time I have left to chill, seems like there's a lot more to do. Sports (which I participate rarely in), the club, the bar, karaoke and just general drunk fests are in abundance. You have a large number of poisons to pick from that's for sure. But alas, no winter sports, no GTing at Connors Hill in -30 weather. In retrospect, I listed all the great venues for getting drunk, I'm so wack... FML hahaha.
Negative
FOB thinking: Some locals just have retarded ways of thinking. Generally quite conservative, ignorant, the list goes on. Most often people only think of themselves, pretty selfish and assholes. I can't think of a day that goes on where there isn't so asshole that deserves a punch in the face for some dumb shit they've done. Everybody is usually impatient as well. But these are almost canceling factors, sometimes they're good, sometimes they're bad.
Pollution: While the pollution isn't necessarily Hong Kong's fault due to production in the Pearl Delta in China, nevertheless we have to put up with it. Physically I don't really feel it on the lungs cause I'm a physical specimen (ha!), but you can see it all day everyday. Sooooooo hazy, an otherwise beautiful skyline routinely gets ruined by the haze.
Crowding: Man, I used to like going to Mong Kok, but shit is so packed. I have somebody accosting me every 5 steps. Same goes for clubs. The lack of physical space makes it extremely claustrophobic. As well rent is sooo expensive which leads to my next minus...
Expensive: When I first came back, I was like damn homie everything is so cheap... ehhh not really. Relatively cheaper but not really. Gas is hella expensive, rent is expensive, housing is expensive, high-demand products have fluctuating pricing etc. As cheap as Hong Kong is, there are cheaper joints only a few hours away like China, Thailand, Taiwan etc. Did I mention
Social Hierarchy: The gap amongst poor and rich is sickening in many ways. So many people think they're too good for some people. You have one of the largest populations of per capita millionaires yet people are soooo poor in other parts of Hong Kong.
Lack of a creative community: As touched upon a few times already, everybody is so competitive and looking after their own shit. There's a lack of a creative community cause nobody is taking care of one another and helping uplift the overall scene when it comes to the arts, music etc. Makes for something real boring and shit. But it is a multitude of factors I must concede, I mean galleries, show venues etc are so expensive cause of rent. No issue is truly clear-cut when it comes to solving it.
Weather: Right now, it's super cold (by my standards), windy sea breezes do their fair share of damage ahaha. But come summer time, it's sickly hot. So humid, it's disgusting. You come out of the shower and never really get dry. Winter is dope, almost t-shirt weather but still gives you the opportunity to rock outerwear, but summer ugh... you'll sweat your pouch off in shorts and a tee.
I'm sure there's more wack/good shit, but these are off the top of my head.
Peaaaaaaaaaaaace
-Eugene
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Further but closer?
Just got off the phone with my mom... but it wasn't the precursor to this particular blog post. I've actually been thinking about it since the weekend in which I failed at my goal of writing it over a lackluster Valentine's Day weekend. Ah well, here it is as I touch upon the anomaly that is improved parental/family relationships I've experienced despite living away and in minimal contact with my family members. Since I was 18, I haven't lived at home. In a sort of weird relationship, as I saw my parents less, my relationship improved. Not to say I had a terrible union with the people that brought this wonderful bundle of joy in this world, nothing from that. But I felt as though my relationship had improved leaps and bounds and developed into something much deeper than the superficial provider relationship which is at the basis of having an offspring. Of course throw maturity into the equation, but I actually think the lack of face-time did a great job in truly putting a focus on the relationship. As you get older and gain independence, it's natural to see your parents less yet this reinforced with an increased understanding of what your parents have done for you surely puts the right pieces together for a strong family bond. Beyond my parents, shit with my brother is much better now as well. I've felt much closer to him this last trip here than I ever have (no homo... pause haha). I'm not angry that I see my parents/brother less as I know that enjoy we hang out it will be awesome.
When I was a kid, I truly felt my only connection with my dad was through soccer. So many things that played out through the first 23 years of my life in terms of the sport had my dad in the back of my mind. In retrospect, I never really played so much as I enjoyed but rather to make sure that I made a proud father. Some people might argue that you should do things for yourself, but to me, making my father happy at something he seemed to love more than I did, was in itself a great reward. I never really wondered what would of happened when I stopped playing soccer. Whether this great connection I had held with my dad would all of a sudden disappear. But sure enough, our conversations about soccer shifted into the "real world". Actual adult topics were now the focus rather than our previous chats about yesterday's game, or the latest gossip. With that came a nice reassurance that something that did and should mean a lot to many people (your parental relationship) was definitely still there. Maybe I was naive to think my dad would dis-own me the minute I hung up the boots, but looking back it just shows how dope he really is.
Growing up in a first generation Canadian family from immigrants (not to mention Chinese), I look back on things and wonder how different my life could have been. Relative to most first generation families, Hon & Connie were super liberal. For that I have to thank them immensely. I was allowed to explore and allowed to make mistakes, crucial elements that are a necessary evil to self-exploration and personal development. I'm sure many kids live dual lives among and away their parents but I really felt none of that. Sure there were spots of quasi-abnormal punishment such as doing math problems till you cried or getting locked in a windowless room, but could be much better than the bamboo stick across the ass haha. I'm super grateful for that and I will carry these lessons onward when I decide to have a little Eugene.
Anyways another late post... finally getting around to re-tagging, re-organizing ALL my pictures EVER. It's tedious but comforts my obsessive compulsive tendencies to have everything done very methodically. Following that, I'll pull the trigger on a Flickr Pro account and develop an unreal workflow so I can share pictures more easily.
Sidenote: I realized how important desensitization to negativity is important in life to be successful. Don't waste your time on negativity but understand it and channel it. All the perpetual negativity that I've experienced has a lesser impact each time around which is important to work as it doesn't slow you down going forward.
When I was a kid, I truly felt my only connection with my dad was through soccer. So many things that played out through the first 23 years of my life in terms of the sport had my dad in the back of my mind. In retrospect, I never really played so much as I enjoyed but rather to make sure that I made a proud father. Some people might argue that you should do things for yourself, but to me, making my father happy at something he seemed to love more than I did, was in itself a great reward. I never really wondered what would of happened when I stopped playing soccer. Whether this great connection I had held with my dad would all of a sudden disappear. But sure enough, our conversations about soccer shifted into the "real world". Actual adult topics were now the focus rather than our previous chats about yesterday's game, or the latest gossip. With that came a nice reassurance that something that did and should mean a lot to many people (your parental relationship) was definitely still there. Maybe I was naive to think my dad would dis-own me the minute I hung up the boots, but looking back it just shows how dope he really is.
Growing up in a first generation Canadian family from immigrants (not to mention Chinese), I look back on things and wonder how different my life could have been. Relative to most first generation families, Hon & Connie were super liberal. For that I have to thank them immensely. I was allowed to explore and allowed to make mistakes, crucial elements that are a necessary evil to self-exploration and personal development. I'm sure many kids live dual lives among and away their parents but I really felt none of that. Sure there were spots of quasi-abnormal punishment such as doing math problems till you cried or getting locked in a windowless room, but could be much better than the bamboo stick across the ass haha. I'm super grateful for that and I will carry these lessons onward when I decide to have a little Eugene.
Anyways another late post... finally getting around to re-tagging, re-organizing ALL my pictures EVER. It's tedious but comforts my obsessive compulsive tendencies to have everything done very methodically. Following that, I'll pull the trigger on a Flickr Pro account and develop an unreal workflow so I can share pictures more easily.
Sidenote: I realized how important desensitization to negativity is important in life to be successful. Don't waste your time on negativity but understand it and channel it. All the perpetual negativity that I've experienced has a lesser impact each time around which is important to work as it doesn't slow you down going forward.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Another New Years Done Gone By...
So yeh... Another massive gap between updates, I think I've conceded that my goal of combining thoughts and irrelevant imagery on my own behalf is a coordinated effort I just don't have time for right now... But I guess you're just going to have to forgo the visual stimulation and focus strictly on the thoughts and words I'm currently typing on this bumpy bus ride. Ironic though as I obviously know that reading on the internet sucks and even shittier without some images to hold your hand and give you momentary mental breathers. Having known full well that in terms of my job at Hypebeast posting another fuggin' pair of sneakers, the picture and not the text is something considered much more important to the viewer. I don't mind reversing roles as the wiring done here is a definite departure from the day-to-day mindless drab I spiel about obvious color tones, prices and release dates.
After a lackluster setting for Christmas, I really had hoped for guaranteed excitement for Chinese New Year's but perhaps by virtue of my own short-comings, the days off really didn't see like a day-off and the expected R&R associated with the pinnacle of holidays for the Chinese population never materialized. And mind you I didn't even partake in many of the expected Chinese New Year events but still felt overwhelmed with a lack of time and stress haha. It's getting bad when you can't enjoy yourself amongst family cause thoughts of a self-exploding Google Reader and unfinished work never escapes the front of your mind but rather overcomes the fun times you would expect from rare family moments.
In the past I've always been a firm believer that regardless of how much shit changes, you adapt and get on with it.... Simply put, and for the last few years and especially coming out of university, these sentiments rang true. I actually looked forward towards the adaptive process cause at the end you'd end up with a positive change. Yet for the first time ever, I feel as though I've reached some sort of limit and peak. there are some obvious constrains that are unavoidable, and referring to the cliche statement "there aren't enough hours in a day"... I think I'm truly there? Is the next step to work to the best of your limitations. Some how I feel that re-prioritization of the things important to me won't necessarily be as fruitful of a change as the additional elements I've taken on in the past. Maybe I fail at life-hacking haha. Some would say work-less... yet I feel like this is something I can't do. I get paid peanuts yet still put (another cliche term) a 200% effort in everytime... yet doing less work seems like something that is ingrained in my attitude towards life... but please god let it pay off sometime soon...
I know my mom reads this so I definitely want to give her a shout-out... It's been almost six months since I've seen her and foreseeably another six more before I see her again. Knowing the stuff she has to deal with on the daily, the recent sale of the house I grew up in brought forth an initial sad reaction only to realize that in the end shit will be a lot easier for her and that's only half the stuff I could wish her. I still owe my mom a Jaguar, something I promised as a 10 year old haha.
As I mentioned I started writing this on the bus and am now finishing on the subway. Maybe I gotta do this more often, god-bless the Nokia E71. Boo to the iPhone and Blackberry Bold
Peace
eXtremeugene
After a lackluster setting for Christmas, I really had hoped for guaranteed excitement for Chinese New Year's but perhaps by virtue of my own short-comings, the days off really didn't see like a day-off and the expected R&R associated with the pinnacle of holidays for the Chinese population never materialized. And mind you I didn't even partake in many of the expected Chinese New Year events but still felt overwhelmed with a lack of time and stress haha. It's getting bad when you can't enjoy yourself amongst family cause thoughts of a self-exploding Google Reader and unfinished work never escapes the front of your mind but rather overcomes the fun times you would expect from rare family moments.
In the past I've always been a firm believer that regardless of how much shit changes, you adapt and get on with it.... Simply put, and for the last few years and especially coming out of university, these sentiments rang true. I actually looked forward towards the adaptive process cause at the end you'd end up with a positive change. Yet for the first time ever, I feel as though I've reached some sort of limit and peak. there are some obvious constrains that are unavoidable, and referring to the cliche statement "there aren't enough hours in a day"... I think I'm truly there? Is the next step to work to the best of your limitations. Some how I feel that re-prioritization of the things important to me won't necessarily be as fruitful of a change as the additional elements I've taken on in the past. Maybe I fail at life-hacking haha. Some would say work-less... yet I feel like this is something I can't do. I get paid peanuts yet still put (another cliche term) a 200% effort in everytime... yet doing less work seems like something that is ingrained in my attitude towards life... but please god let it pay off sometime soon...
I know my mom reads this so I definitely want to give her a shout-out... It's been almost six months since I've seen her and foreseeably another six more before I see her again. Knowing the stuff she has to deal with on the daily, the recent sale of the house I grew up in brought forth an initial sad reaction only to realize that in the end shit will be a lot easier for her and that's only half the stuff I could wish her. I still owe my mom a Jaguar, something I promised as a 10 year old haha.
As I mentioned I started writing this on the bus and am now finishing on the subway. Maybe I gotta do this more often, god-bless the Nokia E71. Boo to the iPhone and Blackberry Bold
Peace
eXtremeugene
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
I remember...
***UGGGGGGGGGH I HATE HOW THE PORTRAIT SHOTS ARE RE-SIZED to 533 px
I wanted to make sure Andy and I didn't succumb to the ways of so many blogs in cyberspace by having it die away with a lack of updates. Ironically I pestered Andy that he NEEDED to update... but of course I was the first one to drop the ball as it has been in excess of two weeks since any update has touched this blog. Hopefully here's an action packed whammy for the few that read...
I guess only Hongers would BBQ meat balls?
With Nathan around I guess there's actually pics of me haha
So essentially I had a semi-game plan that encompassed this latest post. The same ol' bullshit as the first post in 2009 would apply, resolutions etc as well as how my holidays were. Of course I'll throw in some pics of things in and around the holidays, pictures which were definitely in abundance.
This IS the next level past M. Bison onto Akuma type shit... My dad's the greatest haha
The start of the holiday's were effectively marked by my little brother Nathan showing up. Despite the concept of getting older, I must say any and everyone of my relationships with significant parts of my life have grown nothing but better. My little brother is no exception. Despite the certain similarities we share by virtue of growing up together it seems and my effects on him (i.e. his at times excessive lifestyle haha, fondness for the gym and interest in Asian culture), his little quirks and his unique personality have truly made me embrace him more then ever (I guess this is where I throw out the "no homo" or "no incest" ahhaha). Dude has really come around and I'm really proud of him. His time here was perhaps among the best moments I've had the chance to share with him, unlike the time I broke my hand on the back of his head, pushed him into the corner of a TV table and other mis-guided acts of aggression. We spent the first few days playing video games for hours in which his disdain for Call of Duty 4 would quickly turn into a love of the world's GREATEST shooter game. I would subtly let him know Halo 3 was the absolute shits and that he should just play COD4. As well we managed to squeeze in many retarded Youtube videos (this kid should be a cover singer for parodies!!!) and basically had Jizz in My Pants on repeat as well as Love Lockdown by Kanye West (which got stuck in his head quite quickly) Although he doesn't have the same mentality as me on SO MANY levels, he is leaps and bounds over me in terms maturity despite 3 years my junior... that is some next level, final boss M. Bison shit... good for him I guess.
A night with Nathan which never fully materialized
So essentially, holidays hit me pretty hard... copious amounts of drinking seemed to go hand in hand with late morning bedtimes. On Christmas Eve, I was looking to party only to realize that many people were saving themselves to go out on Christmas Day. In retrospect this only further compounds the fact how meaningless Christmas is in Hong Kong. Surely the lights and sounds rival the visual set-ups back home, but nobody really cares and just considers it a chance to get a few days off as seen by me looking to get plain ol' sloppy on Christmas Eve. After getting some drinks in Causeway Bay, we rolled out to Jordan to find a party finishing up in which I lost a decent amount of hands at paper rock scissors resulting in me shooting a decent fraction of the last remaining bottle of Johnny Walker's. By this time I was pretty buzzed and the notion of going to Macau popped off as the taste of Season and Andy's previous week's gambling trip to Macau lingered. Who the fuck goes to Macau on Christmas Day at 4:00 am? Yarrrrrrrrr, we do as I easily agreed in my bunged up state to take the boat ride over to play poker. I was pretty jacked up, so as Nathan, Andy and Season slept I was watching Guinness Book of World Records on the boat's TV haha. Got there at 5:00 am, took money out at 5:10 am and was sitting in on a $10/$20 HKD game five minutes later. It had been a long-ass time since I had last played and while I'm by no means a good player, I still think that with some decent knowledge you could make some decent money playing at that table knowing there are so many fat juicy Mainlander fishes. There was actually a point as I was playing I hit the pinnacle of my drunken stupor as I would comment out loud on my own hands as well as the hands of others. After going down to $800 HKD from $2000 HKD... I eventually doubled up twice to get to a little over $2000 HKD... then Nathan stepped in and told me to stop cause I had made my money back haha... so mature. But good call, so tired I was. So we watched Season for a bit but she was doing decent so Nathan and I left and set out into the Macau morning back to HK. Was in my bed in the early afternoon to sleep most of Christmas Day away.
Fast forward to the next monumental day of the last few days of 2008, New Year's Eve. Season (my co-worker, sorry forgot to previously mention) threw a dope ass party in Central's party/club district Lan Kwai Fong. It was fun chilling and drinking with my bro as well as the likes of Adventurous Andy, Sinic and Jason. The night had a bit of everything, I actually got beat by Nathan in a chug-off which isn't all that surprising considering my faulty equipment. I had a decent tilt to my glass only for all the ice that was compacted at the bottom to come crashing towards my face and with it the majority of the Vodka Sport (aka Vodka Water). In a fit of embarrassment and semi-rage I tossed the glass into the alley hahaha. But I quickly showed my pedigree in a rubber match taking Nathan to town on two straight talls [ASIDE: how juvenile to brag about drinking]. The rest of the night's highlights included almost getting into a scrap which sort of sucked after we found out who it was like a week later since he was an acquaintance. But small town boys like scraps don't they? Oh yeh, went for eats, had some girl "cookie dough" yak on the table which led to it flowing across the table and getting all over my jeans. Luckily I'm Easy Eugene and didn't give a shit and just fled the scene... Nathan did some damage control getting a bucket hahah good shit.
As the night's last leg neared, I sent Nathan home in a cab. Upon returning at 8 am, I couldn't find the little shit anywhere and his phone was seemingly off. I started to panic, did he got jacked and chopped up for parts with vital organs already on their way to the Mainland??? I went around asking everywhere and ended up going to the nearest police station to file a report. I called the pops to let him know fearing his wrath but he was pretty calm. After filling out the report and a few call-arounds to local hospitals he called me. A collective sigh of relief was met with a "you're a fucking idiot" and how legitimate my claim still stands. And here goes the story... He came home at like 5 am, didn't have a key so he slept outside the door. Woke up at 7:30 am and then went downstairs to McDonalds. Not sure why but his phone didn't work the whole time haha but luckily two missed calls showed up (I called like 10 times at least) and he returned my call. Nathan had trouble at the airport as well cause his trip booked by points was stuck in limbo cause an initial delay had the potential to make him miss his connecting flight. Another shitty time staying up much later then I should have as I crawled into bed at 2:30 pm :/.
This is us leaving our Grandma's to go to the airport for Nathan's flight... still hella drunk.
I fucking hate Big2, Andy is a crook at that game swear to god.
Some of my favorite shits of 2008
Alone and lonely
Through the new, you see the old right?
So on to my 2009 Resolutions... short and sweet cause in reality I'm pretty happy with how I made changes in the latter part of 2008.
1. Make more fuggin' money: this is a given, no more of this broke ass shit if I can help it.
2. Sleep earlier: ironically my living room mini-grandfather clock just struck 6:00 am
3. Pee with the door closed: I have a bad habit of doing this both at home and at work (it's usually slightly open)
4. Perhaps learn Japanese?
5. Stop being so late all the time: I'm late for everything it seems these days!!!
Life is always an up and down journey right?
Choster trying so hard to change her chopstick ways... can you teach a dog new tricks????!?!??!
All along the watchtower...
Based on my 2008 resolutions, I think I did ok. My goal was to read 12 books in a year (1 / month). I think I got to like 4 or 5 which isn't bad but I definitely circumvented my book reading with daily NY Times/online newspaper readings which was just as good. The other one to get a 6-pack (i'm such a homo) actually worked out decently.
I love getting poked in the eye you loser Nathan.
Destroy and REBUILD mofo
Anyways, sorry for the long ass post, it was long overdue. But I'm definitely looking forward to 2009. Everybody says they got big shit planned, but hopefully I can blow something up hurrrrrr.
eXtreme
Superman that hoe into 2009
and
Sort it out before you swim with the fishies!!!
I wanted to make sure Andy and I didn't succumb to the ways of so many blogs in cyberspace by having it die away with a lack of updates. Ironically I pestered Andy that he NEEDED to update... but of course I was the first one to drop the ball as it has been in excess of two weeks since any update has touched this blog. Hopefully here's an action packed whammy for the few that read...
I guess only Hongers would BBQ meat balls?
With Nathan around I guess there's actually pics of me haha
So essentially I had a semi-game plan that encompassed this latest post. The same ol' bullshit as the first post in 2009 would apply, resolutions etc as well as how my holidays were. Of course I'll throw in some pics of things in and around the holidays, pictures which were definitely in abundance.
This IS the next level past M. Bison onto Akuma type shit... My dad's the greatest haha
The start of the holiday's were effectively marked by my little brother Nathan showing up. Despite the concept of getting older, I must say any and everyone of my relationships with significant parts of my life have grown nothing but better. My little brother is no exception. Despite the certain similarities we share by virtue of growing up together it seems and my effects on him (i.e. his at times excessive lifestyle haha, fondness for the gym and interest in Asian culture), his little quirks and his unique personality have truly made me embrace him more then ever (I guess this is where I throw out the "no homo" or "no incest" ahhaha). Dude has really come around and I'm really proud of him. His time here was perhaps among the best moments I've had the chance to share with him, unlike the time I broke my hand on the back of his head, pushed him into the corner of a TV table and other mis-guided acts of aggression. We spent the first few days playing video games for hours in which his disdain for Call of Duty 4 would quickly turn into a love of the world's GREATEST shooter game. I would subtly let him know Halo 3 was the absolute shits and that he should just play COD4. As well we managed to squeeze in many retarded Youtube videos (this kid should be a cover singer for parodies!!!) and basically had Jizz in My Pants on repeat as well as Love Lockdown by Kanye West (which got stuck in his head quite quickly) Although he doesn't have the same mentality as me on SO MANY levels, he is leaps and bounds over me in terms maturity despite 3 years my junior... that is some next level, final boss M. Bison shit... good for him I guess.
A night with Nathan which never fully materialized
So essentially, holidays hit me pretty hard... copious amounts of drinking seemed to go hand in hand with late morning bedtimes. On Christmas Eve, I was looking to party only to realize that many people were saving themselves to go out on Christmas Day. In retrospect this only further compounds the fact how meaningless Christmas is in Hong Kong. Surely the lights and sounds rival the visual set-ups back home, but nobody really cares and just considers it a chance to get a few days off as seen by me looking to get plain ol' sloppy on Christmas Eve. After getting some drinks in Causeway Bay, we rolled out to Jordan to find a party finishing up in which I lost a decent amount of hands at paper rock scissors resulting in me shooting a decent fraction of the last remaining bottle of Johnny Walker's. By this time I was pretty buzzed and the notion of going to Macau popped off as the taste of Season and Andy's previous week's gambling trip to Macau lingered. Who the fuck goes to Macau on Christmas Day at 4:00 am? Yarrrrrrrrr, we do as I easily agreed in my bunged up state to take the boat ride over to play poker. I was pretty jacked up, so as Nathan, Andy and Season slept I was watching Guinness Book of World Records on the boat's TV haha. Got there at 5:00 am, took money out at 5:10 am and was sitting in on a $10/$20 HKD game five minutes later. It had been a long-ass time since I had last played and while I'm by no means a good player, I still think that with some decent knowledge you could make some decent money playing at that table knowing there are so many fat juicy Mainlander fishes. There was actually a point as I was playing I hit the pinnacle of my drunken stupor as I would comment out loud on my own hands as well as the hands of others. After going down to $800 HKD from $2000 HKD... I eventually doubled up twice to get to a little over $2000 HKD... then Nathan stepped in and told me to stop cause I had made my money back haha... so mature. But good call, so tired I was. So we watched Season for a bit but she was doing decent so Nathan and I left and set out into the Macau morning back to HK. Was in my bed in the early afternoon to sleep most of Christmas Day away.
Fast forward to the next monumental day of the last few days of 2008, New Year's Eve. Season (my co-worker, sorry forgot to previously mention) threw a dope ass party in Central's party/club district Lan Kwai Fong. It was fun chilling and drinking with my bro as well as the likes of Adventurous Andy, Sinic and Jason. The night had a bit of everything, I actually got beat by Nathan in a chug-off which isn't all that surprising considering my faulty equipment. I had a decent tilt to my glass only for all the ice that was compacted at the bottom to come crashing towards my face and with it the majority of the Vodka Sport (aka Vodka Water). In a fit of embarrassment and semi-rage I tossed the glass into the alley hahaha. But I quickly showed my pedigree in a rubber match taking Nathan to town on two straight talls [ASIDE: how juvenile to brag about drinking]. The rest of the night's highlights included almost getting into a scrap which sort of sucked after we found out who it was like a week later since he was an acquaintance. But small town boys like scraps don't they? Oh yeh, went for eats, had some girl "cookie dough" yak on the table which led to it flowing across the table and getting all over my jeans. Luckily I'm Easy Eugene and didn't give a shit and just fled the scene... Nathan did some damage control getting a bucket hahah good shit.
As the night's last leg neared, I sent Nathan home in a cab. Upon returning at 8 am, I couldn't find the little shit anywhere and his phone was seemingly off. I started to panic, did he got jacked and chopped up for parts with vital organs already on their way to the Mainland??? I went around asking everywhere and ended up going to the nearest police station to file a report. I called the pops to let him know fearing his wrath but he was pretty calm. After filling out the report and a few call-arounds to local hospitals he called me. A collective sigh of relief was met with a "you're a fucking idiot" and how legitimate my claim still stands. And here goes the story... He came home at like 5 am, didn't have a key so he slept outside the door. Woke up at 7:30 am and then went downstairs to McDonalds. Not sure why but his phone didn't work the whole time haha but luckily two missed calls showed up (I called like 10 times at least) and he returned my call. Nathan had trouble at the airport as well cause his trip booked by points was stuck in limbo cause an initial delay had the potential to make him miss his connecting flight. Another shitty time staying up much later then I should have as I crawled into bed at 2:30 pm :/.
This is us leaving our Grandma's to go to the airport for Nathan's flight... still hella drunk.
I fucking hate Big2, Andy is a crook at that game swear to god.
Some of my favorite shits of 2008
Alone and lonely
Through the new, you see the old right?
So on to my 2009 Resolutions... short and sweet cause in reality I'm pretty happy with how I made changes in the latter part of 2008.
1. Make more fuggin' money: this is a given, no more of this broke ass shit if I can help it.
2. Sleep earlier: ironically my living room mini-grandfather clock just struck 6:00 am
3. Pee with the door closed: I have a bad habit of doing this both at home and at work (it's usually slightly open)
4. Perhaps learn Japanese?
5. Stop being so late all the time: I'm late for everything it seems these days!!!
Life is always an up and down journey right?
Choster trying so hard to change her chopstick ways... can you teach a dog new tricks????!?!??!
All along the watchtower...
Based on my 2008 resolutions, I think I did ok. My goal was to read 12 books in a year (1 / month). I think I got to like 4 or 5 which isn't bad but I definitely circumvented my book reading with daily NY Times/online newspaper readings which was just as good. The other one to get a 6-pack (i'm such a homo) actually worked out decently.
I love getting poked in the eye you loser Nathan.
Destroy and REBUILD mofo
Anyways, sorry for the long ass post, it was long overdue. But I'm definitely looking forward to 2009. Everybody says they got big shit planned, but hopefully I can blow something up hurrrrrr.
eXtreme
Superman that hoe into 2009
and
Sort it out before you swim with the fishies!!!
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