...and ready to rock!

I lost my phone in Dec though, so send me your numbers please!

I am moving out of my room, does anyone need a place to stay? $5500/month including all bills and maid that is here every day. It is at Times Square in Causeway Bay. Very clean, fully furnished, many many windows AND complete with washer/dryer!
My landlord is very nice too, very easy going, and the roommates (2 of them) are virtually non-existent.

Please let me know ASAP! Preferably before Friday the 19th.

Thanks!

See my first HK blog entry for pictures

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Pictures are up! Blog entry will be simply this:

It makes me extremely happy to see people rockin to punk music in Hong Kong! Rockin, moshin, crowd surfin, OD'in on Jager hahaha! I never expected this. What a wonderful surprise!

Hardpack, AnD, I like the way you get down! OWWW!

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Now I want to hear some symph-metal, Asian style. THAT would probably make me speechless. Surprise me HK! Let's see what you've got!

I want to rockband to this:

Anticipating the busy/drunken/crazy Halloween weekend we're going to have here in HK, there probably won't be a post until I'm fully recovered, whenever that may be. I leave this blog open to you, tell me what you like/miss about San Francisco and the Bay Area in general. (Or if you are reading this on AnD, what do you like about your hometown?) Help me imagine SF again, I do miss it dearly.

For inspiration, here is one of the poems I wrote during my first week in HK that has been on my facebook. Add some verses! I'm feeling lazy.


Ode to San Francisco

I've got 3 suitcases and a fold-a-bed
4 credit cards with different marks
2 friends to crash with (and I thank my cards)
but only 1 of you and I can't forget

No, I can't forget your numbered streets
I can't forget your Clement-ine eats
I can't forget 60-degree weather
and the guys and grrls with chaps of leather

No, I can't forget the Geary 38
nor the fog from Ocean Beach to the Golden Gate
I can't forget the murals on Mission Street
nor the music there that moved my feet

She's got 3 thousand homeless children with no dry beds
4-dollar gas with no parking space
2 am last call with no taxis home
but countless charms and I can't forget