the joke's on me

morning. it's 7:34a here in hk and i'm wide awake. that being said, if none of this makes sense, it's not my fault. let's blame cathay pacific and their amazing entertainment system. for had i not had 80,258 options of tv shows and movies to watch, i may have actually slept on the plane back from ny and not screwed up my internal clock. ok i'm already not making sense let's just get into it.

i've been back for a week and my clock is totally fucked. i am finally not requiring a nap in the afternoon and can (as of this morning) sleep until 7. it's a start. the weather has heated up here which is sweet. it has been in the mid 70s all week which only confuses my body even more. it was fucking freezing in ny so my body has gone through a 60+ degree weather swing. oh hey, maybe that's why i'm sick as shit. just maybe.

the good news is that i was able to find the strength to finally purchase my first pair of sneakers of 2009. i held off in january and then somehow withstood the ridiculous cny sales but now we're back in business. check these out....



shibuya! now if only i had the strength to lace them up and get em on my feet. that's another story. perhaps i can channel the strength from the big mac i ate yesterday to lacing strength. it was delightful. i don't think i need to re-cap how good mcdonald's is here.

yesterday i watched bootleg copies of notorious and college. both were pretty good. i liked that girl who played lil' kim. who knew shes (the actor) from east orange. yea jersey! that was pretty good. college was decent. semi-entertaining, i'd say. i fell asleep with about 20 minutes left but who knows if thats jetlag or boredom. hard to say.

in closing, last night i wanted congee for dinner but i was too tired to go to the king. so i went downstairs to the sun ying kee (my spot) to get some soup. i ordered the vegetable/noodle soup for hk$19 (~us$2.45). my homie who i've been ordering from twice/week for the past 3 months starts laughing. im like oh sweet whats the fuck why are you laughing (this time) nothing happened. so he calls over his compadre who apparently speaks english. the other guy grabs my arm and is like "no meat?" and then continues to laugh. then the other 3 waiters laugh and stare and now i'm the center of attention like a party party. im like yea man no meat whats so fuckin funny. they call out in cantonese something i imagine to be like "ok chef, cook up a noodle/vegetable soup for the bitchass white dude who cant even eat meat with his dinner!" then the bell rang a few times. then i paid and waited outside. 4 minutes later the "no meat" dude came out and gave me my dinner with a huge smile on his face. it was an event.