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hong kong fui

A Allen — Fri, 05 Dec 2008 09:42:37 +0000

what up, kids. just pulled up pier side in yokosuka after 15 days underway to hong kong. spent four days in the city eating and drinking well, hitting the tailor one final time, making amends with friends and saying goodbye to the people and places i’ve become familiar with in the three trips made to the great city over the last year. i must say a big thank you to the no longer infamous holly suan gray – you showed me a good time and what do you know, we get along pretty well! thanks for showing me a new side of the city and for all the great words over tofu scramble at 5 in the morning. i’m sure i’ll be seeing you again in the future…perhaps ny? also, what up to roshan, the son of sam – once again you were right. the black velvet, one button is too legit (credit to adam for the idea). and as always the rest of the jungle crew made it a memorable last port call…the new year will bring several more. just a few photos of the city. PEACE!

hong kong ii

A Allen — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 10:37:01 +0000

been mia for a couple of weeks while out sailing about doing the diplomatic relations thing in the asia pacific. back in town for a little bit so expect the regular updates to come at ya. to start things off here are some photos of hk – the mighty blue ridge pulled in for four days. many more photos to come once i round up the crew’s cameras. keep checkin’! hong kong at night – peace

most amazing city skyline i’ve ever seen

view from the peak

z & jeff on the peak tram

my boy adam on the tram to the top

view from the botanical gardens

hong kong fui…part deux

A Allen — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 15:00:25 +0000

more fake ass ballin’

pretty woman…can’t you just see the shopper’s remorse contorting my face?

one of the many alley way markets

you don’t know what beef is, son

more street market goodness

makes you happy just looking at her

the elevator to aqua self portrait

this guy was making paper just down the street from the hotel…somewhere in hk there are still pirates running around

a double decker!

even the champagne bottles are empty in copy baller land…

view from the room

night view

that’s about it for this trip, folks. up next…fixed gear fun in yoyogi park

a cab ride

A Allen — Sun, 30 Sep 2007 02:14:44 +0000

i’m 33 years old, i should be having babies. i don’t need to be
hanging around with 23 year olds. you started out so nice and
gentlemanly but then you turned into total monsters. you were so frat
boy like. it was terrible when you said the whole international
playboy thing – “we shag every woman we meet.” i’ve done the whole 23
year old thing – i mean i was a fucking whore. but thats it – i’m 33
i need something more.

‘first of all, we never said ‘shag’ – that’s such a british thing, i’d
never say that.”

“it doesn’t matter, you know what you said. look, the past two days
i’ve been so horny – i just needed to scratch an itch. it’s such a
terrible way to put it but……that’s it, that’s what i mean. i
thought it could be a nice little holliday thing. just scratch an
itch, that’s all. now you’ve become so nasty. you’ve been taking the
piss out of me and i can’t defend myself. you became so nasty. i’m
drunk and you just became so fratty. i bet you’re more drunk than i.

the whole unbuttoning of your shirts was so terrible and you became so
loud – i’m 33 and i need to find love. i’m done with the 23 year old
thing. the joke’s were charming at first but they just became too
much. you became so loud.

“all i can say is that i acted like a perfect gentleman tonight – i
walked on the outside of the sidewalk. i’m sure you didn’t notice.
all i can say is i’m sorry for the way we’ve acted, but it doesn’t
mean i’m not gentlemanly. i wish you’d come out with us. let’s go
meet your friends.”

“no, i’m so tired. no”

“it’s okay, we’ll have a coffee. we’ll have a cappucino.”

“no, it’s okay, i’ll take you to the address but then i’m going home.
i’m so tired, and you’ve become so nasty. back to lan kwai fong -
yes, where we began.”

the lights of soho flew by and the cabs infront of us stopped, honked
and started again. drunken revelers stumbled their way home along the
side walk. i missed her and she was sitting next to me. she was
everything i ever wanted but nothing i needed, nothing i planned on.
she was beautiful in a way i never imagined, but she was nothing i
ever imagined simply because i had never met her – would every girl i
ever meet be this way?
she was nothing special…or different, but she was exciting because
she was a girl i had never met – if that makes any sense. i loved her
and would have married her in that instant and been full of regret in
the next – but that’s a woman. that’s a new woman, that’s a beautiful
new woman. i was 23 and she wanted babies. i wanted to make love -
she wanted the same, what was the issue? i loved her but i would
never meet a woman like her again – would i never love again? i would
meet a new girl and it would be the same – love is nothing but the
mood you’re in. nothing but what an old classic makes you think it
should be. it’s new york city and a girl with the same name of a girl
in new york city. it’s the fact that love will strike without a
warning but will make every beautiful 33 year old seem like the only
one….i loved her, but i loved myself loving here even more and that
was the truth. i didn’t love her.

“well, then – goodbye. i’m ever so sorry.”

“no, don’t worry. i’m sorry. goodnight”

“goodnight.”