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I Just Want Bang Bang Bang

Tuesday, Nov 24, 2009 10:39PM / Standard Entry

http://www.starterupsteve.com/swf/Group_X_video.html

I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want relationship!
I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want to know your name.
I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want to meet your mom.
I just want bang, bang, bang!
Beish, you drive me insane
when you give me that bang, bang, bang!

Ok, Annie, listen.
I don't want to make sex,
eat chocolate,
look at animals,
take walk.
No.
You come home and you say,
Hashmeer touch me down there, I like that.
I don't think so Annie.
Don't have time,
want to drink,
cigarette,
you know.
You know what I need Annie?
I'll tell you what.

I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want to talk to you.
I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want to know your name
I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want relationship.
I just want bang, bang, bang!
Beish, you drive me insane
when you give me that bang, bang, bang!

Oh, Hashmeer, Hashmeer,
you look so good in that hat.
Why don't you give me lots of kiss?
WRONG!!
I don't think so Annie.
You want me to do things to you
like the sun and the moon.
Idiot.
I don't have time.
I have too many women.
All I got time for you know what is?

I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want to talk to you.
I just want bang, bang, bang!
I don't want to know your name
I just want bang, bang, bang!
Beish, you drive me insane
when you give me that bang, bang, bang!
Beish, beish, beish, beish
When you give me that bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Shiggity bang, bang, bang!
Schwa, bang, bang, bang!
I don't want relationship.
I just want bang, bang, bang!

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I Love the Smell of Napalm in the Morning

Saturday, Nov 21, 2009 10:37AM / Standard Entry

Prologue: Wake and Quake (with Rage)

Bad enough some jerkoff wanted to push his way past me to get into the train car I was leaving this morning.

At 7:00AM on a Saturday. The platform and train were essentially empty.

The bad part about wearing headphones and playing loud music is that when you say something, it is often a lot louder than you intended, because your ears cannot monitor your own voice's volume.

So a lot of people probably heard me say "Get the f@#$ out of my way!" bright and early.

Maybe that had something to do with what happened after, or how I reacted to it.
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I got up at 6:15. I went to the gym (having my Prologue experience en route), saw my favorite Physical employee (usually I see physical employees around Mongkok, but that's not what I mean), exercised with Rick and had breakfast. I even walked back and forth from the station since my knees are not bothering me as much as they were.

Then, I came here and checked My Feeds.

I have met Jun Kung before, several times. You'd have to look pretty hard to find someone nicer.

So I was especially cheesed off to read about an unfortunate incident he had. Some overly nosy British person took exception to this person not in his conversation but speaking with other people and his (Jun's) use of the word dude.

It's an Americanism. I'm an American. But I don't like it either. However, that doesn't make it okay for me to castigate a complete f@#$ing stranger.

Jun should have told the tw@t (British-ism) that his and all other British opinions have been locally irrelevant for 12 years, and globally unimportant since the 1930s.

This English c*nt's (British-ism) condescension blows goats, especially because it is so hollow. It must be nice to think of yourself as so superior that you can berate strangers when they use language you don't like.

I wonder what it would be like if I, as an American, told some British person I didn't know that I didn't like the use of the word mate.

That would go over like a fart in an Anglican church.

Americans do have some annoying speech habits that get spread around the world.

But at least we have decent teeth.
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Epilogue: I Wouldn't Even Eat Your P*ssy (British-ism)

As part of Jun's blog post, he put up a link to a YouTube video where a young woman talks about the moronic questions White people, in this case specifically Britons (you know, the people who will tell you how much better educated they are than the rest of us), ask her.

The requisite question about eating dogs was there, of course.

If you go to the video, look on the right, under Related Videos. Someone actually made a reply video about eating cats in China.

Because people in Hong Kong love to eat cats. And dogs. No matter what someone from Hong Kong says. White people know better.

Sure, the video was shot in China, but those people are all the same, right???

Oh wait, I forgot: furthering your agenda for animal rights makes it okay to be racist and stupid.

"Do you know how many animals died in the Sichuan earthquake?"

No, I was a little more concerned with the people.

"Just US$0.25 a day can help feed a cat left homeless by the earthquake."

Yeah, well, that cat can feed a family of four who have no food or clean water.

Where are these people's priorities?

Ever hear annoyingly political White people (usually with dreadlocks that amuse African Americans almost as much as they disgust them) rattle off the causes they're 'for'? Two of the common 'enemies' are usually racism and animal abuse.

It never seems to occur to these morons that conglomerating animal rights advocacy with anti-racism might be offensive to people who have just been branded at least (but no more) important than animals.

I ate dog once in Hong Kong; a friend had a friend who was going to Shenzen and bought some for me and brought it back. My friend cooked it but wouldn't eat it. Her Dad, though, was very happy to have a treat unavailable in Hong Kong since they knocked down the Walled City.

I didn't eat it because I wanted to. I ate it because I was sick and tired of telling (White) people I had been in Hong Kong only to be asked if I had eaten dog.

I wanted to be able to say 'Yes' and see their ignorant face.

The dog meat wasn't anything I'd want to eat again, but it was worth it.
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There's nothing I love more than getting irritated first thing in the morning. It sets the mood for my whole day.

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Let's See How Long This Lasts...

Wednesday, Nov 18, 2009 9:05PM / Standard Entry

I'm as surprised as anyone.

And why do I get the lurking suspicion that somebody is getting ready to play Rooster Football (American style) and throw a figurative 'cock block' on me (not that I don't deserve it)?

Although it does point up a quandary.

On the one hand, I think Ms. Chiang would benefit from being an AnD member.

I know I have.

On the other hand, that would make it that much easier for her to see the awful (if accurate) screed about the 'film' she was in.

The one that had opportunities for two literal blocks.

Well, maybe somebody will suggest it to her. We'll see.

Whatever you're up to, Jae, I ain't mad at you. Somehow I know you'll instigate something, good, bad or otherwise, and I know I will get a good laugh (or a lawsuit) out of it.

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Quick Entry for Long Laugh

Tuesday, Nov 17, 2009 2:21PM / Standard Entry

My preceding entry was something I expected to hear more about, either from readers or lawyers.

But I give you this to chuckle over, once you've read the last entry:

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A Great AnD Day

Saturday, Nov 14, 2009 12:29PM / Standard Entry

Earlier this week (read: I can't remember which day), I met up with AnD artist Mimi Leung to catch up on what's new and to help her with some heavy-lifting type stuff.

It's the Polish national pastime, and considering I weighed a multiple of the stuff, it was hardly work.

Mimi's artwork hypnotizes me. Something about it compels me to look at it.

She's pretty good to look at too. I could do a lot worse for companionship, especially in public. The assumptions of bypassers were certainly inaccurate, but obliquely flattering nonetheless.

We had lunch in LCX (that's where the stuff was), and then went to Central to drop it off.

We even took the ferry like any (assumed) couple should.

We had coffee and talked about all and sundry. Mimi and I share an interest in music that might be called obsessive, but we like to think of it simply as enthusiasm. It also simplifies things: music either sucks or is life-affirming.

We are also the same way about movies. Naturally, we headed to HMV, because, well, we like movies. She asked me about which movies she ought to watch and/or own, and I prattled on for much too long.

In the end, she did buy Raging Bull, which, reflexive iconoclast that I am, I can concede is indeed, as its blurb claims, one of the best films ever made.

Mimi left for home, which I also probably should have done.

Since we're not really a couple I didn't have to accompany her home.

But I am so rarely in Central, and so far from Tai Wai, that I figured I ought to stay there. Especially since it was getting on to rush hour, when returning home would be not so much commuting as penitence.

I'm glad I stayed.

As I walked around, I noticed someone who looked a lot like 24 Herbs' Phat.

It was him.

We talked about his tattoo book, my new tattoo, and of course the upcoming LMF shows.

I am fannishly happy to know that I can go see LMF live in Hong Kong.

It turned out that he was waiting for the rest of LMF to arrive, as they had an appearance to do at Watermark. Slowly but surely, the rest of them did arrive.

I found myself surrounded by LMF.

It was one of those "Is this really my life?" moments. Even though I can't understand 99% of their lyrics, I still love their music, and I enjoy the fact that they rankle so many people.

So for me to stand there talking to them, and having met most of them before anyway such that they recognized me, was almost surreal.

Being able to say "I know LMF" is strange, but in a good way. That they know me is even stranger.

It's one of those moments I use to remind myself how great my life actually is.

For (Western) New Year, make sure you get rid of your hangover by the 2nd of January. When LMF takes the stage that night in Kowloon Bay, you're going to want to remember every second of it.

Alivenotdead started as a networking site for like-minded people in Hong Kong. I've admitted before that I joined because I needed to find like-minded people (well, those not already institutionalized, anyway). I needed to find friends. I have. My life is better because of the people who run, contribute to, and visit this website.

Thank you.

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