Candy Mandible Stroke 6

It's October already, I've emerged alive, and quite changed I think. Hong Kong is not a city that lets you be who you thought you were, it changes you whether you like it or not. It's rude, it's violating, but it is a crazy crazy ride.
I've been in this apartment for a month now. I knew it was small, but it doesn't feel "pokey" small, I've been happy with the functional layout, the wood parquetry floors, the view out to the street, everything works. The location!!!
Now that a few comments regarding its size have been dropped, I find myself a little unsure about it all. I mean, it is expensive. Maybe it is a good idea to start to look for some kids to share with. I think initially it has been great, to help me settle in. I think the bond money I will probably lose will be paid back very soon if I am living with one or two others. We will see what happens...
My diet was poor, the lifestyle miserable this month. To emerge from September is relieving.
I got paid, and everything was magically alright.
So friday night it was only right to join Francois, Larry, Clint, Hans, Jessica, Utaka, David (is that your name dude-sorry...) for the mother of all friday nights. These don't feel momentous to begin with, the realisation of the spectacle unfolds soon enough.
On this particular occasion, that realisation dawned when we were all seated at a giant table in a chinese restaurant. We'd already seen the inside of Fringe club and some cocktail bar, and so all were hungry and tight as lords. Hans was spinning the lazy susan around and around, handing out handfulls of toothpicks to everyone seated. I had a scratch session with it, ala DJ Lazy Susan.
As the 'Susan spun faster and faster, I realised it was truly friday in Hong Kong. I think we went to Yumla after this. Yumla is rare in that the beats playing are always fine, but on this occasion we had other plans. We left shortly after for Volar.
Volar, I had never been to this place. It is a club that is so surreal and intoxicating. The price is high for good dreams...The door bitches are the most elitist and NASSTY in Hong Kong. They will look you up or down, turn you round, pull clothing labels out of your pants to check the Brands. On this occasion we must all have looked particularly appealing. It's where the beautiful people go. Larry loves this place. He goes off.
It was a really cool night. We went back Saturday night but it wasn't so good.

It was lovely to catch up with Felicity. She was here for just over a week en route to Italy for the architecture 4th year Offshore Studio. Lucky Lucky Lucky. She and Clint would have loved this guy I saw today at Causeway Bay, doing some promotions thing on the street, dressed in this giant bulging oval suit, wobbling around handing out leaflets. I nearly lost it.

And today I got an Ipod 60GB. It's been a month of anxiety and research into portable audio. The trade-offs have been made, the mic out is shitty, but it works, the storage is massive, it looks nice, it is easy to use. I am happy with it so far. Everyone else in the office has one. Ah, but only I have a 60GB, I have the CAPACITY!!! Aha. Ha.Ha.

Next week our crazy Badminton Team will play their first game. I still have to organise this, shit. There was such a groundswell of interest after we mooted the idea. Everyone will look so cute in their sporting outfits and little racquets...