post-Hong Kong blues

It's been almost two weeks since I arrived home from the Kong and a few people were asking me why I haven't put anything into the bilog blog about it. Frankly, it's because I was too lazy and too busy having fun and exploring the place to blog about it and after I came home, it hurt to think of the place too much so I busied myself with other pursuits.

Yes, I fell in love with the damn place. Hong Kong is wonderful! The tourist and commuter friendly city with its clean streets, efficient transport system (trams, double decker buses and MTR trains), and tourist traps like the Peak, street markets, museums, and Ocean Park made me wish I was one of the rude, English-torturing, dollar-worshiping Chinese living there. Unfortunately, the 14-day visitor limit, a rapidly shrinking wallet, and a mother who by then was demanding I come home eventually forced me to leave. The last few moments at the large (huge!) Hong Kong International airport were some of the saddest in my life. The plane ride was no fun either even though I met an older but still pretty woman.

So now here I am back in Manila, but resolved to go back to this place of many delights but difficult to understand English. As soon as possible, when enough money is available to me, I will go back. I still have a lot of new places to go to and places to re-visit.

And I'm inviting you, Constant Readers to come with me. How does an October trip sound? Not hot like in March-May, but not freezing like in January and February (My only complaint while I was there. T*ng*na! Ang lamig!!).

(I will soon put up a photoblog of my eleven day odyssey as soon as I learn how to use the features of blogspot. Asa pa kayo na ilalagay ko sa friendster mga pics ko.)

The Bilog Blog in Hong Kong - the first few hours.

Hello Constant Readers!

I'm in Hong Kong for the next few days visiting my brother and his wife. I'll try to make posts everyday I'm here. This trip is kind of a big deal for me, because I've never been fond of travelling and this may be the last time I could get to do something like this since next year, Im going to go into residency (no quitting this time).

The flight in (Cebu-Pacific) was uneventful except I got robbed when the damn flight attendants sold me a 100-peso sandwhich. I had not eaten anything since 11 am that morning and what I had eaten was very little-I was excited-so I was very hungry.

We landed at HK International at 6:40 pm. I went through immigration and baggage claim with no trouble and met my sister-in-law. We then took the train from the airport to Hong Kong station and then took the taxi to their apartment in Sheung Wan. Then we had pizza delivered. Yes, I came all the way here to eat pizza.

Observations:
1. The airport is a great place to see a lot of beautiful women.
2. When you're hungry and you're thousands of feet above the ground, 100 pesos for a dry, tasteless sandwhich isn't so bad.
3. Having a window seat is great. Except when the wing of the plane is right outside the window and you can see the damn thing wiggling in the turbulence. Holy shit!
4. The difference between a travel hub like Hong Kong (henceforth referred to as The Kong) and a backwater like Manila is huge. Very.
5. Saying "Ang daming foreigners!" is stupid.
6. The Chinese are really rude. If given a chance, I'd kick them in the teeth.
7. Taxi drivers in the Kong are rude and drive in a way that made me think of roller coasters.
8. Finally, if you're very hungry, you won't mind eating pizza as your first meal in the Kong.

I haven't seen much of the place so nothing else to say here. Tomorrow I'm going out to really explore, but for now, the poorest conyo is signing out.

What happened after. Issue # 1

THE EMPEROR.

“Hail the Emperor!!!!”

“Have they found the boy, general?”

“Not in this village, Sire. We believe the rebels have taken him to the mountain strongholds.”

“I assume that you have sent troops to that area as well?”

“Yes, Sire. Twenty veteran legions and some of the best trackers we have. We will find the boy.”

“Excellent, general.”

“What of the villagers, Sire?

“They were there when the boy dared to mock me?”

“No, your Highness, only the headman.”

“Nevertheless, burn the village.”

“Yes, Sire.”

“And General?”

“Yes, my, Emperor?”

“Why do you avert your eyes when you address me?”

“Uhhh…”

“What, General?”

“Um, I said that the clothes you are wearing are too beautiful for this old soldier’s eyes, Sire.”

“Yes, I know what you mean. These clothes are amazing!”

“Ummm….”

“It’s so light and cool. It feels like I’m not wearing anything!”

“Uhhh…”

“Too bad, that the tailors are dead, executed for overcharging me and giving me that unfinished outfit that caused that boy to mock me during the parade…”

(shudder) “Yes, my Emperor….”

“Hehehehe….Laugh at the God-Emperor, will they? Do they not realize that only the truly worthy can see what I wear?"

"How many did we execute that day, General?”

“Twenty-seven thousand citizens, Sire. Virtually everyone who was at the parade.”

“Hmmm… Execute a few thousand more until we find the boy.”

“Yes, Sire.”

The Emperor then rose from his seat in his majestic, new clothes that no one could see and walked back to his camp. Behind him, the village began to burn.

Another rant against conyos. Envy makes me creative.

I really hate it when people talk about "following their passion." There was this article I read many weeks ago in the uber-conyotic section of the Inquirer (Saturday SUPER!) about this conyo dude who said that he shifted from architecture to film because he wanted to follow his passion. My reaction to what he said was a laugh and the thought, "Ulol. Sino niloloko mo?! Nahirapan ka lang sa archi. Hahahahaha!!! F*cking conyo."
Using the term "passion" when describing your hobby, job, vocation, or sexual perversion is such a pompous thing to do. Dude, we get it, okay?! We can see from the way you rub your crotch against street signs that you love doing it. But please stop talking about it.
This rant was brought about by the situation of somebody I know. She had just passed the UPCAT but didn't get into the BS Nursing program. Instead, she was accepted to the College of Pharmacy and to the College of Engineering. Now, she's under a lot of pressure from her parents to just stay in their province and enroll in a local college as a nursing major. Kawawa naman. She wants to study in UP. Too bad her family's not rich enough for her to follow her passion.

Welcome to the new Bilog Blog!

This is the first post of the new Bilog Blog.
The friendster.com Bilog Blog will still be updated but this will be where I'll be putting my main effort.

For know, I'm still thinking of crap to put here. So stand by, Constant Readers.