Chinese wisdom for friday

wintervacation says:

- A thousand pre-arranged agreements on price will not sway the rip-off minibus driver from ripping you off.

- The no-smoking sign in a Chinese net-cafe is like China's socialism. It's there, it exists, but it might as well not.

Today i went to the great wall. It was good, but dissapointing. It is, after all, just a wall.

Chinese wisdom for the day

james: yeah. socks in your ugboots. good idea.
me: yep.
james: yeah, you don't wear socks and your ugboots get all stinky. and too hot. defeats the purpose of ugboots if your feet are too hot and really smelly.
me: yeah.


me: ah, the cat has been let of of the hat
james: isnt it the cat has been let out of the bag?
me: yes! but cat rhymes with hat goddamit!

Me and james went to metro with the idea of buying 'useful' things for the apartment and came back with a case of coronas and a 3kg tin of olives.

Oh yeah, and thai rice.

I stumbled across a toga party at the Speak Easy last night

I stumbled across a toga party at the Speak Easy last night. Thinking back, Ancient Greek clothing, American college party tradition and a Chinese nightclub make for a good time.

Liquor crawls into my mind and taps his little finger on the attic door of my brain. The thoughts I've stowed away from myself arouse and blink their eyes in the haze. A few hours later they are fully awake, popping out all over the damn place!

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3. Shirley Jones
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- who the fuck is shirley jones?

Well. This is the first time in my life I've felt really moved by the death of a person I didn't know, in person.

Steve Irwin was an anomally. A rare reminder that our reality is our reality. We don't have to be what the human world tells us to be; what the human world judges as right and wrong.

I remember looking forward to the crocodile hunter on schoolday weeknights. It was the kind of show you could indulge in alone. Laugh to yourself secretly, laugh at him, with him - the great majority of the time, at him. The guy had an unique comic presence about him which he seemed oblivious to. But he wasn't an idiot. I'de see him running from a goannah or holding a venomous snake by the tail, over-emphasising something along the lines of, "Now. Look at him. He's getting angry. He reeeeally wants to bite me. Wow! Look at that!", while he seemingly pissed the animal off even more. But he had this little twinkle in his eye which said, 'I know this is comic genius, I know I'm entertaining and getting my point accross at the same time".

He was bastardised in the media. But yeah, a story's a story. Whatever. He stuck to his beliefs. He knew what he was doing was right. And he kept doing what he was doing. Fame nor public pressure destroyed him. In the end it was nature, and I'm sure if he had to die prematurely, he wouldn't have had it any other way.

He was a good guy.