So yes. Yesterday evening involved drinking.
Chinese kids in b-boy dress-up sat at the table opposite me looking cool.
I'm really pissed with the last two lines of that poem. Anyone think of a better word that rhymes with window?
A girl from uni knitted me a scarf. How can I show my appreciation? I can't knit, I can't really make anything in particular.
I'm vegetarian in China from now on.
There are wealthy people in Kunming. You'll see a porsche boxter or an Audi S6 drive past a donkey pulling a peasant's trolley full of produce fresh from the countryside. On my street, in the city.
'Socialism with Chinese Characteristics' - Deng Xiaoping, Leader of China, 1978-89. More like 'Capitalism with Socialist government...and Chinese Characteristics.' There were no beggars thirty years ago.
It's been raining all morning. Patting away my little thoughts and anxieties.
Supposedly there is a whole community of American families living in northern Kunming. With nice apartments, swimming pools, children dressed in white and church on Sunday. We never go there, they never come here.
My listening class teacher got married last weekend. It was a Christian wedding.
Hi China, I know you're still here, somewhere...
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Come on baby light my fire
alcohol consumption is:
- fuck you I'm playing the doors loud at 3:53am
- fuck I'de like to fuck you
- my head hurts
- I should drink water
- I'm sitting at the computer naked in the dark
- and it feels great
- fuck you I'm playing the doors loud at 3:53am
- fuck I'de like to fuck you
- my head hurts
- I should drink water
- I'm sitting at the computer naked in the dark
- and it feels great
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
'there is no such thing as illegal immigrants, only illegal governments' Asian Dub Foundation - Colour Line.
Friday, June 16, 2006
The world beneath my nose
In the world beneath my nose
Runs a valley to my toes.
I’ve found a tree and stolen time.
A useful strife,
one splendid chance to ponder life.
The wind is slight,
My music plays,
Green foliage softens the sunlight.
Thoughts awaken, stretch
And stroll into consciousness.
I close my eyes.
Tiny hidden insects tickle my skin.
But my mobile calls,
And brings a sky of sorrow.
Reminding me of an unquenched desire
To throw it out a window.
Runs a valley to my toes.
I’ve found a tree and stolen time.
A useful strife,
one splendid chance to ponder life.
The wind is slight,
My music plays,
Green foliage softens the sunlight.
Thoughts awaken, stretch
And stroll into consciousness.
I close my eyes.
Tiny hidden insects tickle my skin.
But my mobile calls,
And brings a sky of sorrow.
Reminding me of an unquenched desire
To throw it out a window.
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