Holiday at the (HK-ese) movies

Shit.

I spent the whole 2 weeks chilling out and watching old HK gangster films. The Tsui Hark, Johnny To, Andrew Lau, and John Woo
Just finished Exile, which will be Hong Kong's entry to the Oscar's for 2008.
I saw most of the 古惑仔 series. I also saw a few derivatives.

It's funny. I just realized how ingrained these movies were. I grew up with A Better Tomorrow.
And it has sorta been a rough bible for my life. Somethings I learned were: be loyal to friends and family; money is power; life is unimportant as long as one follow ones duty; death is okay as long as it is glorious; nothing is worse than a traitor or a snitch.

I hoping this week of movie watching will influence not beyond trying to double-pistol my way thru a crowded karaoke.

Only best friends can...

Only best friends can rip apart each other. That forgiveness is always expected, we can afford to be cruel.

Bob

I dreamt last night about Bob, Joker's right-hand man in Batman: The Movie.

We were inside a shack, under cover from fire off of Tommy Guns.

It was in the middle of the forest. I found the bullet fragments. They were dented, intact, and .22 calibre.

Bob was suprised. How could it be from a Tommy Gun?

Why I write (I think)

A friend of mine was writing her personal statement for her MFA applications. They are asking her: Why do you want to come to our school? What are you like? Why do you want to be a writer?

I was a little horrified by the application and am very sympathetic for her plight.

It made me kind of think why I spend so much of my time writing. For my friend, it is easy.

"I like writers. I like to be around other writers. And writing is something I think I am best at."

I thought about that. I figured that none of these reasons apply to me. Other writers make me edgy. Most of them a big weirdos. They have funny habits and they talk funny, like a little Roman slave-scribe is following them everywhere writing down every word they utter.

Writing also makes me jittery. My heart beats irregularly whenever I had to write. My mind gets untethered and it floats away from me. I don't feel like myself; it is as if a part of me has gone out of town and I am running across the highway to the cabin, trying the chase it back.

I really hate writing.

So, why am I doing this?

I was wandering in the inside of Eglington station, looking at the discount bookstore that sold out-of-date computer books and failed romance novels. People were passing by, off to somewhere.

I didn't have anywhere to go.

Why don't I have anywhere to go? I am not sure what I am doing here in the City.

I had to write this down. And then I realized everything down. I write so I can justify to myself that I do exist and why that is so. It is so because I am telling myself so.

So, I write. Otherwise, I won't be around and this page won't be here.

Whopper wednesday

It's a toonie for a whopper today at BK.

Man, i can't believe I had two. They are about 1000 calories each. But
it feels so good to eat...

K-Fed

The current issue of Details has Kevin Federline on the cover. He is the cover boy for their "50 Most Influential Men Under 45."
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