Hack wants to know.

Well, busy.

Busy working - new role at work, so lots to do and learn.
Busy listening - Thom Yorke, Dashboard Confessional.
Busy watching - Sopranos, Deadwood, Entourage. Oh and football.
Busy playing - Oblivion.
Busy visiting the USS Ronald Reagan with, erm, FEASTAD. And Gunther and The Snoop. Good times! Thanks Mike!
Busy buying a new camera.
Busy buying a new phone. This one, then this one.

Not really been out too much lately, but I have for the football - all the England games and a couple of Aussie games with the lads, plus a couple of times with Jimmy Two Times who was back in HK this weekend.

Still with the same Doris, but it’s wearing thin. She knows it. I know it. Not sure how much longer it will last. Especially after the last week of football and Jimmy Two Times. Met a nice local girl that loves football. The fact that she came round to my place, to watch football, in a short skirt and skimpy top is just a bonus!

After the Trinidad & Tobago game, I, er, found myself in Wan Chai at 5am. What to do? Simple, get someone to pose for a photo idea I had called “Fanny And A Fag“. Not Safe For Work or the judgmental.

Briefly met a wild looking Indonesian girl. I’m told she’s called Rida, or something like that. Camo pants, facial piercings. Will have to go back to look for her again. Also another Indonesian girl called Ussy. She looked lovely and innocent. Maybe not:

Me: Hi, I’m Shaky, what’s your name?
Her: Ussy.
Me: Ussy?
Her: U…S…S…Y. Pussy without the P.
Me: Riiiiiiiight.

Later, she was leaning over towards me with her leg in the air:

Me: Careful, people will see your panties.
Her: That’s what I want.

Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay then. Didn’t even get her number. Rusty.

On Friday, out with Jimmy Two Times, there was another Indonesian girl. Utterly lovely. Just dancing the whole time and buying her own drinks with her friend who was also v. lovely. Later, we saw them again. One of them was so pissed she could hardly stand, the other, dancing on her own with me watching. Doing nothing. My mind was telling me to carpe fucking diem, but something else was saying no. Eventually I did try to talk to her, but she just blew me off with a smile and a Thai style ‘wai‘. Rusty. Maybe not, her boyfriend arrived a few minutes later. Gutted.

Anyway, I think I got the taste again. Hope to have some new tales soon.

In the meantime, come on England. Please.