white week

damn i didnt realize its been 2 weeks since my last post. i was in tokyo for many of those days so lets use that as my excuse and move forward with our lives.

if i may note, once again, my cell phone wouldnt work in tokyo. what is the fuck? i will not go back to that country without a working cell phone. theres a story here. when i landed in tokyo, i was going to call my 64 year old, drink me under the table business contact. some of you may have had the chance to meet him in new york. maybe not. i turned my phone on after landing and tried to call him. no dice. spicy! what was i going to do and how was i going to find him? we had a tentative plan to meet at this hotel near his office. so i went to buy a ticket. turned out the next bus for that hotel wasnt going to leave the airport for an hour and a half. what the fuck was i going to do at the airport for an hour and a half with no phone? instead, i bought a ticket for a bus leaving 10 minutes later going to a similar part of tokyo (shinegawa.) i was waiting for the bus and this bus employee guy was waiting with us. so i asked him in english if i could use his phone to call my associate. communication failure. then this other girl came over who worked with him and that didnt work either. just as the bus pulled up to leave, they figured out what i was trying to do so they hooked it up and i called the dude. no answer. sweet. so i got on the bus, watched Old School on my psp and figured i'd work it out when i got to this other hotel. get to the hotel, find a pay phone and somehow had some change to make a call. i had no idea how to use the payphone - i know, im brilliant - but even after hearing some dial tones and some ringing, no answer. so i figured i was doing it wrong. turned out there was this white dude working in the hotel so i started talking to him to see what was happening. after at least 10 tries on the pay phone and watching at least 4 other people successfully use the same phone, i decided to find this couch and just chill out. after about a half hour i decided to take a taxi to the originally agreed upon hotel and see how that worked out. the taxi ride is less than 10 minutes and i enter and there's the guy ive been trying to call -- passed the fuck out next to a fireplace. i woke him up and was like yo did you get any of my calls? and he was like oh let me check. yea, turned out his phone had rung, he was just knocked out on this couch, so didnt hear any of them. after all that - it wasnt even my fault!

otherwise, tokyo was really fun. i spent some time working and a lot of time hanging out. the weather was signficantly less enjoyable than in hong kong, and no, i wasn't prepared for it. i used a puffy vest to protect me from rain and snow and damn that was good. not to get off topic, but that just reminded me of shaq's song "i hate 2 brag" which I think you should be able to listen to here. 1993 shit. arguably one of the first cd's i ever owned. bought that gem in the used section of the princeton record exchange. back to tokyo. one afternoon i went to this bookstore - i cant remember why - and witnessed plenty of men reading dirty magazines in public. then i also saw other men on the subway reading dirty magazines. dirty not like they had dropped them and they got dirty. dirty like girls doing things that arent legal in many places kinda dirty. gross. at the airport, they have these magazines available but there is a clear sign that says "DO NOT READ HERE". talk about decency. thank you, narita bookstore.

there will be plenty more stories of tokyo to come. in fact, by the time i left tokyo, i arranged for me to move there and work for this associate of mine. in april i'll be packing up my shit in hk and heading for japan. i suppose i'll have to find an apartment (and a fucking cell phone that works) but it should be sweet. april is cherry blossom season in japan as well so that should be awesome. if you've never been or have any interest in visiting, you could seriously consider it. lillian, that's you.

this past week in hong kong ive seen a lot of white people. two different times ive met up with bai ren (white people) at bars of their choice - both which ended up with me paying new york prices to hang out with new yorkers. both times it was fine because i was entertained. last night i went to a bar called spicy fingers. i thought i was meeting these people at a strip club. apparently it has a sister bar called sticky fingers. im not sure which is better. i'll have to check out sticky fingers and find out what the story is. cool name though. at spicy fingers, there were more old-white-man, young-chinese-girl combos than i'd seen in a long long time. i pretty much couldnt stop laughing.

given my new geography ahead, should i change the name of my blog? here are some choices:
a. dk in tyo
b. dk in jpn
i'll keep that list short for now. suggestions are welcome.