Thursday, December 27, 2012

Ryan’s Massage Day part 2

Ryan was comparing his massage experience to mine, but I pointed out that things in Hong Kong & China are sometimes very different. You’d think they’re the same country, but they’re really not. In some ways they might as well be different cultures. He was also a first time customer at a place he’d never been to before and I go to my place all the time. Everybody there recognizes me and I know most of their names.

He still seemed upset and eventually told me that the girl giving him his massage also gave him a hand job. He said it happened before he knew what was happening. When she was rubbing his legs while he was on his stomach her hands sometimes went a little higher than he expected, but he thought it was just an accident. With the towel on you can’t really tell where the legs end and the butt begins. When he was on his back she had the same accident, but it quickly went from accidentally touching his balls to full on grabbing his cock. He says he stopped her before it went too far, but I think it already went too far.

I was very upset when he told me about this, but the more I think about it the more I believe his side of the story. First of all, he doesn’t have a thing for Chinese girls. Lots of foreign men here do – maybe that’s why some of them come here – but Ryan doesn’t. He thinks all Chinese hookers have AIDS. Some of them must, but the way the Chinese government handles things, we’ll never know any real statistics.

Ryan’s a breast man and hates implants. He says they feel like rocks – even though he’s never actually felt any. I’m bigger than any natural Chinese girl. His Chinese is terrible. I guess that doesn’t matter with hookers, but Ryan likes to talk during sex and he’d hate knowing that the girl he’s talking to doesn’t understand a word he’s saying. He’s a man, so he thinks whatever he’s saying is important.

Secondly, he told me about it. He didn’t have to. I would have never found out. I’m not friends with his friends in China – and he’s kind of let go of his Hong Kong friendships. He could tell all of his bandmates in China and none of them would ever tell me. They’d probably all say “bros before hoes”, high five each other and scratch their crotches. If he’s cheating on me there’s no way he’d tell me about this.

I’m still upset that some Chinese whore touched my boyfriend’s cock, but I suppose it could have been worse. He felt very guilty about it and said he went home and took a long shower. He’s too paranoid about getting diseases from a hand job to cheat on me.

At least now I know why it was so expensive. A real massage in China probably costs a lot less. The next time he gets a massage, he’s going with me.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Saturday, December 22, 2012

2012

Wasn’t the world supposed to end yesterday? I keep going to work, so it must still be here.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Ryan’s Massage Day part 1

I get foot massages at least twice a month – sometimes 3 times. It’s more than a foot massage – they also do my legs – but they call it a foot massage. The main part for me is the leg massage and my friend Amy is the one doing the actual massage – she knows what I like and she knows to concentrate on my legs more than my feet. Sometimes I get my shoulders done and I’ve had a few all over body massages, but it’s mostly my feet & legs. After dancing all day in Belle’s big yellow dress – which is not light, let me tell you – or some funky Aladdin pants, my legs need a good rub down. When I talk to Ryan right after I’ve had a massage, I always tell him how great it is. Whenever he complains about being sore or tense, I tell him to get a massage.

Ryan’s a guy. So going to spas is out of the question. Real men don’t get facials – and have you ever seen a man at a hair salon? I’m sure some do somewhere in the world, but not where I’m from. Minnesota men wash their hair with rocks and comb it with wagon wheels. Maybe not that extreme, but they’re never girly about hair maintenance. It took me a while to convince Ryan that getting a massage will in no way emasculate him and that working out those sore muscles might even feel good.

Unfortunately, I don’t know any places in Fuzhou. I have a regular place in Hong Kong and my friend Amy works her magic on me, but I can’t recommend any place in China. I can’t even recommend a place in the rest of Hong Kong. The people Ryan hangs out with are not the spa treatment types, so they were no help. When I finally convinced Ryan to go get a massage, he was on his own.

When he came back from his first Chinese massage – maybe even his first massage ever – he asked me a lot of questions. He wanted to know what I wear when I’m getting a massage, what exactly they do and how much it all costs. I didn’t really want to tell him how much it costs since I really don’t want him to know how much money I spend pampering myself. It’s not a lot of money really, but it is a luxury. My legs work hard for a living and they deserve a good massage, but I can live without it.

His massage was more expensive, which surprised me since everything is cheaper in China. Then again, I get feet & legs and he got full body. It should cost more, but I was still surprised by how much more. You also have to consider that foreigners usually pay a higher price for everything. I don’t where I go, but that might only be because I’m a regular customer.

When I get a foot massage I either take off my pants or just lift my skirt a little. I’m not at all naked and fully clothed from the waist up. When they do my shoulders I get topless, but they have towels for modesty. Ryan was surprised that they wanted him to get totally naked, but I told him that’s normal for a full body massage. The towel covers your butt and it’s a lot easier for them to oil you up. You don’t want clothes on when you’re getting an oil massage.

He wanted to know how they rub the muscles and what they do, so I told him. It probably takes a long time to learn how to be a really good masseuse, but the basic concept is pretty simple.



Sunday, December 16, 2012

Connecticut Shooting

I keep hearing about how bad America is – how Americans are so arrogant and we always invade every country in the world and we’re always telling everybody else what to do. I always defend America because it’s my home. We’ve got our share of problems, but we’re also the country everyone goes to for help. If there’s a disaster anywhere in the world, America helps. If some country attacks some other country, America helps. Need food, medicine, protection? America probably helped you at some point in time. Some people might hate the United States, but even more look up to us as the most powerful country in the world. That power didn’t come by default – we had to work at it. There are countries with more oil, more water, more land, more people. We made it to the top through a combination of freedom, opportunity and a lot of hard work. It’s no coincidence that more people immigrate to the United States than any other country.

Then some idiot goes into a school and shoots a bunch of children. This doesn’t happen in other countries – at least not at such a large scale and so often. I really don’t know what the problem is. Some people will blame guns, but other countries have plenty of guns and they don’t shoot each other. I heard that 90% of people in Switzerland have guns. I’ve never heard of a school shooting in Switzerland.

Some people even say we need more guns. I don’t see how that would help anything. If everybody had a gun it wouldn’t be like a movie where the good guys shoot the bad guys. It would be like real life where too many people shoot too many other people. If everybody had a gun and only half of the people miss, it would be a bloodbath.

Some people try to say it’s all the immigration – we’re so violent because we have such a melting pot of people. That’s just crazy. Lots of countries have people from all over the world. We’re hardly the only one. Europe is a melting pot, but I never hear about school shootings there.

Some people point to our violent past as a way to explain our violent present. They say the old west was a big free for all and some of that attitude is still around. But the old west wasn’t really the anarchy of the movies and most of the world has a violent past. Europe has been at war since the beginning of time up until just a few decades ago. The history of Asia is one long list of wars and crimes against humanity. When was the last time there was a school shooting anywhere in Asia?

I really don’t know why this keeps happening. I know most Americans would never dream of shooting children – it’s the very small minority who are giving us all a bad name. I also know it’s a lot more important to help the children who have to deal with this than to blame whatever politician you don’t like.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

My First Real Movie part 4

When everyone was ready we did the 1st take. I was awesome! It doesn’t take much to show someone to their table. The director didn’t like it and talked to the star. He seemed to be happy with me – he never really said much to me in English – mostly “yes, no, ok, go again”. There wasn’t a lot of direction, but it wasn’t about me. The tension in the scene was between the good guy – who I was taking to his seat, and the bad guy – who was sitting in the background.

We stopped in the middle of the 2nd take because someone knocked over one of the lights. The director was annoyed, but calm. He stopped the 3rd take for some reason. I guess he didn’t like something. He never complained about me – at least as far as I know!

Another take was killed when the star tripped and fell down. He’s supposed to be an action hero and he couldn’t walk to his table! I thought it was really funny, but I didn’t laugh – who knows how he or the crew would have reacted to the foreigner laughing at the big movie star. I’m new to movies, but I’m not stupid.

This seemed to go on forever. We’d stop in the middle because something went wrong or we’d make it all the way through but the director didn’t like it – either the sound was off or the lighting was bad or he didn’t like the way the camera moved. It was always something. It got pretty repetitive after a while. At least on stage you do the same thing over & over again stretched out over days. This was the same thing over & over again in just a few hours. I got tired of showing that guy to his table. The funny part is, this was only the beginning of the scene. All the main action came later. I don’t know when they’re filming that, but I bet it takes a long time.

Eventually we got a complete take that the director liked that didn’t have any technical problems. The director was very happy. He thanked me and the wardrobe woman took me back to the changing room. Some of the extras went back as well. They seemed to be in a hurry to get rid of us. Maybe they were filming the rest of the scene that day. Maybe the restaurant needed to open. I don’t know.

It was all over in 4 hours. I waited for this for weeks and now it’s done. They’re supposed to tell me when the movie comes out later. They’re still filming so who knows. There’s a lot I don’t know. I still don’t know why they wanted a foreigner for that scene. A Chinese actress could have easily done it.

Now I’ll just wait for Steven Spielberg to call me.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

My First Real Movie part 3

I’m in a movie! How many people will see it? I don’t know. Probably not many outside of Hong Kong. Am I the star? Not at all. I was on the set for 4 hours – and that’s it. I’m done. I don’t know how much screen time I’ll have. I’m only in 1 scene – and I’m not even in most of it. It’s mostly a big fight scene that they’re going to shoot later. My part was before the fight.

I got to the set at 6am – the set was a real restaurant that was closed. I thought I was going to have a hard time convincing them that I was supposed to be there, but they knew who I was right away. Not because I’m a big star but because I’m the only foreigner in the scene. I played the hostess of the restaurant – I don’t know why they wanted a foreigner.

Someone took me to make up, which was a small room in the back of the restaurant. There were a few women doing hair & make up for some other actors. Everyone was speaking Chinese and it all seemed pretty hectic. There was a lot of pointing and gesturing me where to go.

One of the make up women pointed me to another small room and the wardrobe woman gave me my costume. There was a big room divider in the middle of the room – the men were on one side and the women on the other. It was kind of funny that everyone was getting into costume when most of them were just wearing regular street clothes. Even I could have worn my own clothes if they’d told me to wear a business outfit.

They put everyone into position and I met the director. He seemed pretty busy – there wasn’t a lot of chit chat. He told me where to go and when to say my lines – that’s called blocking in English. I have no idea what they call it in Chinese. I met the star of the movie – I still don’t know who he is. He’s the only other actor I worked directly with.

We did a very slow rehearsal for the crew – so all the camera, lighting and sound guys could get in all the right positions. Then we did a quick rehearsal for the director. He seemed satisfied, but there was some kind of problem with the camera. While we waited around for them to fix it, everyone was talking to each other in Chinese and I was floating around in a daze. I did some student films in Minnesota – they were nothing like this.

On a completely unrelated note, today is 12/12/12. I do it the American way – 12/12/12 – but here in Hong Kong they do it 12/12/12. Computer people probably prefer 12/12/12.



Monday, December 10, 2012

My First Real Movie part 2

Tomorrow I’m going to the set of my first real movie! It’s a tiny part – I play the hostess of a restaurant where the good guy & bad guy meet. There’s a big fight scene, but I’m just in the beginning where I show the good guy to his table.

I’m not really sure what to expect. I’m used to working on stage – this scene will be filmed in a real restaurant. I’m used to performing in front of an audience – this will be in front of a camera.

They gave me the part of the script with my 2 lines, so I’m ready to go. It wasn’t hard to memorize.

I’m pretty nervous, but mostly excited. It’s nothing much, but it’s a big deal to me.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Pearl Harbor

“Yesterday, December 7, 1941—a date which will live in infamy—the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.

The United States was at peace with that nation, and, at the solicitation of Japan, was still in conversation with its government and its emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific. Indeed, one hour after Japanese air squadrons had commenced bombing in the American island of Oahu, the Japanese ambassador to the United States and his colleague delivered to our secretary of state a formal reply to a recent American message. While this reply stated that it seemed useless to continue the existing diplomatic negotiations, it contained no threat or hint of war or armed attack.

It will be recorded that the distance of Hawaii from Japan makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even weeks ago. During the intervening time the Japanese government has deliberately sought to deceive the United States by false statements and expressions of hope for continued peace.

The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. I regret to tell you that very many American lives have been lost. In addition, American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu.”

-- President Franklin Delano Roosevelt



Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Paisano's Pizza



People have been asking me where Paisano’s Pizza is. I guess I mentioned it somewhere and now everyone wants to know where to find it. There are 3 or 4 in Hong Kong and they’re talking about opening 2 more – Stanley Market and Causeway Bay. As far as I know those aren’t open yet.

There’s one at Wan Chai on the corner of Thomson Rd & O’Brien. It’s closest to exit A5, but if you get off there you’re on one of those overhead pedestrian walkways and you can’t see it with all the buildings & trees. If you keep walking, you’ll miss it. You have to immediately go down – even though you just went up from the MTR. Once you’re at ground level, turn left and it’s right in front of you. A better way if you don’t know the area is exit A3. Turn left and it’s a few feet away. It’s right there out in the open – you don’t have to go into any other buildings to find it.

There’s one at Tsim Sha Tsui on Granville Rd in “The One” department store, not even a block from Nathan Rd. The One starts on Nathan. From exit B2, make a u-turn – go toward the big mosque, turn right on Nathan – the 1st street a few feet away – and right on Granville.

There’s one in Soho on Hollywood Rd about a block from Pizza Express, near the “longest escalator in the world” – it’s really a few escalators.

I’ve heard there’s one in Discovery Bay. It’s supposed to be really close to Disneyland, but I’ve never seen it.

Monday, December 3, 2012

My First Real Movie part 1

I start shooting my first real movie next week! I’m supposed to be on the set at 6am. That’s pretty early in Hong Kong, but not very early in the movie world. It’s not really a set either. We’re filming in a restaurant. I was hoping to do it on a real sound stage, but this is good too.

The production assistant who I’ve been talking to asked me if I was excited about working with these big time Hong Kong movie stars, but I’ve never heard of them! They’re probably famous in Hong Kong movies, but I don’t watch those – maybe I should now.

I’m excited anyway. I’m going to be in a real movie!

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Very Inspiring




I’ve been nominated for a very inspiring blogger award. I don’t know what that means. I’m sure my blog has never inspired anyone – has any blog ever inspired anyone? – but as they say, it’s an honor just to be nominated.

Rule #1 – post the award logo. No problem. I can do that.
Rule #2 – link back to the person who nominated me. Ok – http://housewifedownunder.wordpress.com

Rule #3 – 7 things about me
My resume says singer/dancer if I’m trying out for a mostly singing part and dancer/singer if I’m trying out for a mostly dancing part. I consider myself more a dancer than anything else.

I took French in high school. Or j’ai pris le français au lycée. What I don’t remember would make my teacher say mon dieu.

I love cheese. I grew up in Minnesota – which isn’t the cheese capital of America, but we tell ourselves it is. So naturally I moved to Hong Kong – where cheese is never the first thing on the menu. Last year I got a big box of American cheese for Christmas. It was one of the best Christmas gifts ever.

My family tree can be traced back to 12th century Scotland. I’ve never been to Scotland, but I know about our clan, coat of arms, tartans, motto and family history. My grampa was really into all of that and taught me everything he knew about it. I don’t like to talk about my family, but I have great memories of grampa.

I was born & raised in Minnesota, but I don’t have the stereotypical accent that people expect me to have. Most of us don’t – it’s only some people in small towns up north and in movies – but I do sometimes say “oh yah” and “boughten”. If I’m speaking quickly I might say “watcha say” instead of “what you say”. I also know what a popple is.

I used to own 3 pairs of choppers – now I have none. It’s never cold enough here anyway. This isn’t interesting or inspirational, but I guess I’m not interesting enough to come up with 7 things.

I think my butt is too big. It’s not just me – I’ve been told by teachers that I’ll never be a great dancer because I have too many curves. Life’s funny – if I were a stick figure, people would tell me I’m too skinny.

Rule #4 – nominate 15 other blogs. That’s the hardest part. I don’t read 15 other blogs. I don’t even know about 15 other blogs. So here are a few I’ve read and a few I just found at random. I don’t think randomly listing blogs is in the true spirit of the thing, but 15 is a lot of blogs.

http://thisgirlsaysow.blogspot.com – American girl in Denmark
http://www.americangirlinjordan.blogspot.com – American girl in Jordan
http://www.landofnocheese.com – Hong Kong photo blog, lots of pics
http://meigourenadventures.blogspot.com – I think this guy’s a famous writer, but he doesn’t give his name
http://architart.blogspot.com – American in Hong Kong
http://www.mywanderinglife.com – American in Shanghai
http://www.hongkongblong.com – Weird things about Hong Kong
http://meirabaterachaim.blogspot.com – Israeli girl who’s fighting in the war
http://jordanasimone7.blogspot.com – American girl in Israel
http://reykjavikharbor.blogspot.com – American girl in Iceland
http://thehungryegghead.com – I don’t know anything about this one, but it’s got a lot of Hong Kong pics

Rule #5 – notify these bloggers. I can do that.

That’s enough inspiration for now.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Thanksgiving 2012

I never mentioned Thanksgiving. It was on my birthday this year, so I sort of did. It falls on my birthday every once in a while – I was born on Thanksgiving. I don’t think my mother ever forgave me for that.

This year’s Thanksgiving I was by myself. Ryan’s in China, Lily’s in Canada, all of my friends that are actually in Hong Kong had to work or do other things. Last year we went to a fancy restaurant for a special Thanksgiving meal. It really didn’t feel like Thanksgiving to me. Peking duck and noodle soup are not Thanksgiving to me. The worst part about Hong Kong is that there’s no pumpkin pie anywhere.

I know you’re supposed to develop your own traditions for the holidays when you live in a foreign country, but I haven’t come up with anything yet. I can’t make my own meal and invite everyone over since my kitchen is the same size as the desk I’m typing this on and my apartment can only comfortably fit 1 or 2 people. I haven’t found a good Thanksgiving restaurant yet, but I’m working on it.

Monday, November 26, 2012

My China Trip part 9

Hong Kong is in China, but China is very different from Hong Kong. Americans – and most people – can go to Hong Kong without a visa. Everyone needs a visa to go to China. Even people living in Hong Kong need a visa to go to China. It’s the same country, but different governments.

In Hong Kong anyone can drive anywhere at any time. In China there are curfews and you can only drive on certain days based on your car’s license plate. They let you know which day you’re allowed to drive.

In Hong Kong you can have as many children as you want. In China you can only have 1 – and mothers are encouraged to abort girls. Everybody wants to have a boy – I guess no one thinks about what will happen when there are only boys in China and no more girls.

In Hong Kong it’s perfectly legal to be gay – and apparently there are lots of lesbians! Enough to have club outings at least. They’re a friendly bunch. In China it’s illegal. Gay nude beach day in China will land you in prison. I wonder what they’ll do in 30 years when everyone under 20 is a boy.

In Hong Kong we have food from all over the world. You can get pretty much anything if you know where to look. I’ve been here almost 2 years and I’m still looking. In China it’s mostly Chinese food. It’s good & cheap, but there’s not much variety. McDonalds & KFC are all over the place, but that’s about it when it comes to something that’s not Chinese.

I always thought the people in Hong Kong were rude. They walk right into you – nobody ever moves out of anyone’s way. If I’m walking in a straight line, I have to move for people walking all over the place. If I’m carrying something, I have to move for people who aren’t carrying anything. I see people with luggage, strollers & babies moving for people who are only holding their cell phones. Everyone in Hong Kong is holding a cell phone. They are all talking on them while slamming into everyone else. It’s like none of the millions of people walking the streets knows that there’s anyone else there.

Where I come from, people don’t slam into each other. If they do, it’s an accident – and we’ll always apologize. We always step aside for people carrying heavy things. We’ll even help them sometimes. We always – always – give someone with a baby the right of way. That’s non-negotiable. You move for the handicapped & people with babies. You don’t see handicapped people in Hong Kong – I don’t know why – but there are lots of people with babies. No one seems to care.

It’s even worse in China. Hong Kong is polite compared to China. People say it’s because there are more people in China. There are – China has a lot of people – but Hong Kong is not exactly empty. China has over a billion people in the same space as the United States, but Hong Kong has 7 million people in the same amount of space as Indianapolis – and Indianapolis has less than a million people.

Everyone smokes in Hong Kong & China. I think smoking is disgusting. It’s not only bad for the smoker, it’s bad for anyone near the smoker. Too many Americans like to smoke, but at least we have places where you can get away from smoke. There are very few non-smoking places in Hong Kong. From what I saw, there are no non-smoking places in China. People in Hong Kong & China don’t think twice about blowing their smoke right in your face. They care less about poisoning others than about walking into them.

But China takes it to the next level. Everyone in China spits – all the time. I couldn’t believe it. Men & women were spitting everywhere. There are signs in elevators telling people not to spit because they do – right there in the elevator! I finally realized why Chinese people always take off their shoes when they go home – they spend all day walking in everyone’s spit! It always looks like it just rained because the sidewalk is always wet. It’s the most disgusting thing ever. You can’t get away from it – it’s everywhere. You can’t look away when you see someone spitting because wherever you look there’s someone else spitting. I don’t know what it is about Chinese people that fills their mouths with constant saliva, but they can’t stop spitting. I’m getting sick just thinking about it.

Friday, November 23, 2012

My 22nd Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday. I didn’t do anything special. Ryan’s in China – just as he was for his birthday. When I went there last week that was kind of for both of our birthdays.

I didn’t have to work, but all of my friends did or are out of town. Lily went back to Canada because her dad had a heart attack a few days ago. Kevin just left. Amy had to work all night. Even Ryan worked that night.

On his birthday I did a special strip tease on skype for him. I guess it was a skypetease. He really liked it. We didn’t do anything on my birthday because he worked all night – by the time he got off I was asleep.

I wanted to get a massage in the afternoon, but Amy worked the night shift. If she’s not there I don’t bother. She’s the best and knows what I like. So I spent most of the day doing e-mail and catching up on chores. At night I took some Tim Ho Wan home and watched “Singin’ in the Rain” on DVD. It’s hard to have a pity party when you’re watching “Singin’ in the Rain”. There’s just too much joy in those performances. Debbie Reynolds had a hard life later on, but she was really lucky to be working with those guys when she was so young – she was younger when she did it than I am now.


Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Living with Lily part 6

Lily’s dad had a heart attack. He’s ok, but Lily went home to be with him. She’s really worried, but she also keeps saying the doctors think everything will be fine.

Kevin couldn’t get off work so quickly so he stayed here, but he’s going to see them as soon as he can. Lily just went as soon as she heard about it – work be dammed. I’m not sure how I’d react in that situation. If it was Ryan’s dad I’d go home immediately. He’s been more like a father to me than my own.

I hope everything works out. The doctors say he’ll be fine, but you never know. A heart attack isn’t a hiccup.

Monday, November 19, 2012

My China Trip part 8

The main pedestrian shopping mall.
Very touristy, with mostly knick knacks.



What counts as an appetizer in a fancy Chinese restaurant.
I could make that.



Very good pumpkin soup.



A famous temple with a river going through it.



Christmas in Fuzhou.



It was too early to see if the Chinese really care about Christmas,
but it’s never too early for Christmas shopping.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

My China Trip part 7

I always used to wonder what it would be like to go to China. Growing up in Minnesota, China is an exotic land very far away from anything we knew. Living in Hong Kong has taught me a lot about Chinese culture and I’ve seen all kinds of food you never see in an American Chinese restaurant, but you don’t get the full Chinese experience. Hong Kong is not a closed communist society. It’s very open and extremely capitalist. In some ways, Hong Kong is a giant shopping mall. A lot of people speak English in Hong Kong. Most of them make a lot of mistakes – and sometimes it’s really funny – but you can live in Hong Kong without knowing much Chinese.

When I used to think of China I thought about the Great Wall & Tiananmen Square. I thought about repression and censored internet. When I went to China I didn’t go anywhere near the Great Wall – Fuzhou is 1,000 miles away. I didn’t spend any time online, but Ryan has confirmed that there’s lots of censorship. He can’t get the kind of porn he can get in Hong Kong. He says it’s all censored in China. I should be happy about that, but I’d rather have my boyfriend surf for porn online than look around offline. If we only see each other every 3 months I’d rather have him jerk off in his bedroom than trolling the streets for hookers.

The only thing I noticed was the repression. It’s probably not as bad as it used to be, but you can tell the people are not entirely comfortable. There’s a public uneasiness you don’t get other places. I can’t really describe it. Hong Kong feels like a free place. China doesn’t.

Fuzhou has plenty of shopping malls – though it’s nothing compared to Hong Kong. There’s a large pedestrian shopping street downtown and a large mall with all kinds of small Chinese stores. McDonalds & KFC are all over the place. I thought Hong Kong had a lot of McDonalds, but I think Mainland China has more – there’s almost one on every block. It’s ridiculous.

Taxis are very cheap – about half the Hong Kong price just to get in and less than half for every mile. I thought the driver was trying to rip us off when he wanted $2 more than what the meter said, but Ryan said that’s an extra charge for gas. You always pay $2 more than the meter – unless Ryan’s been getting ripped off all this time.

Ryan took me to a small lake in the middle of the city. We walked around it and it was all very romantic, but to be honest we spent most of the time in his bedroom. I’m sure there’s plenty to see & do in Fuzhou, but after 3 months apart, we had to make up for lost time. Maybe I should have spent more time exploring China, but I was perfectly happy spending time with Ryan exploring me. I want to say that the next time I go back I’ll see more of the city, but we’ll probably spend just as much time on top of each other.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Untitled

I added titles to all of my posts because Blogger changed the whole system. I didn’t want titles because I wanted this to be like a diary. Who puts titles on their diary entries? But the new Blogger layout makes it harder without titles. I guess they assume everyone has them. So now I have titles. It’s nothing fancy – I was just going to number them all, but then I noticed that I have several posts broken up into different parts. I don’t really like the titles, but I don’t feel like changing them right now.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

My China Trip part 6

Typical Chinese dinner
Everything’s fried & greasy and there’s enough to feed an army



West Lake Park gate



Park statues



Park statue



Tea Museum
The sign says you’re not supposed to take pictures. Everyone else did.



I didn’t understand the story, but they were pretty good
I like how they combine acting, singing & dancing and it all flows seamlessly



A pretty but kind of gross pumpkin stew

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

My China Trip part 5

On the way back to Hong Kong the Fuzhou airport was empty – maybe because it was 7 o’clock in the morning. It was very different from Hong Kong Airport – there are people in every corner day & night. Fuzhou looked abandoned.

There were no other passengers when I went through security. The guards didn’t say a word to me. They just scanned my bag and waved me onward. There was no line to check in. I gave the clerk my passport & ticket, she did her thing and sent me on my way. She never said anything to me and I only said ni hao to her. There was another security check without any lines where they scanned my bag again, looked at my passport & boarding pass and pointed me in the right direction. Again no one said anything to me. It took maybe 10 minutes to get from the front door to the boarding gate – and most of that time was walking around to get to all the areas that didn’t have any lines.

You could never do that in Hong Kong. Even if they didn’t talk to you – which they do – it is always crowded. Fuzhou was deserted – except for all the people working there. They had a full staff, but I was the only passenger there – at least in the beginning. After a while more & more people showed up and by the time my flight left it was crowded. I guess I just got there too early.

Next time I’ll know I don’t need to be there 2 hours before the flight – even 1 hour is early. But I’m sure if I got there just before they started boarding it would have taken a lot longer to get through security & passport control.

Another bad thing about getting there early is that there’s nothing to do at the Fuzhou airport. When you get past the last security check you can sit & wait for your flight or get some terrible airport food. It’s funny how China has so much great food that costs practically nothing and Chinese airports have terrible Chinese food that’s very expensive. There’s always food anywhere in China. They even fed us on the plane – and it’s a 90 minute flight.

Hong Kong airport is a giant shopping mall. There’s a hotel, a few pay lounges & places to get a massage. You can shop, sleep, go online & eat. The food is more expensive because it’s an airport, but they have a wide variety. You can get American, Italian, Japanese and of course Chinese. There’s even a Disney store. I could get a discount there, but I’ve never actually bought anything because I can just get stuff at work.

I already miss Ryan, but I’m glad to be back in Hong Kong. China just seems so different. It’s kind of funny since they’re both in China, but Hong Kong is in a world of its own. I’ve still got a few months left on my Chinese visa, but I can only go back 1 more time. I want to go back next week, but I should probably spread it out more.

Monday, November 12, 2012

My China Trip part 4

Communist China wasn’t what I expected. When I landed at the airport I thought they’d give me a hard time for being American, but it was one of the easiest airport experiences I’ve ever had. I waited in a very small line at passport control – maybe because the flight arrived at midnight. It seemed like only people from my flight were there. I guess I’m just used to Hong Kong. The lines are never short – no matter what time you land. I handed the woman my passport, she looked at the visa, stamped it and sent me on my way. There were no questions – there was no talking at all. Maybe she doesn’t speak English. I expected to be stopped at the customs area, but they just stood there as I walked by. I guess they’ve seen enough Americans that I was nothing special.

When I walked out to the main lobby I saw Ryan right away. He was pretty easy to spot in a room full of little Chinese people.

We took a taxi to his house and went straight to his bedroom. Some of his roommates were home, but I wasn’t feeling very polite at the time. After 3 months without sex I was feeling nothing but horny. Ryan’s clothes were off as soon as he shut the bedroom door. I’ve never seen him get naked so quickly. I was going too slow so he helped me take my clothes off – more like tore my clothes off. Within a minute of walking in the house I was on the bed with Ryan on top of me. Seconds later he was finished, but I didn’t care. It just felt so good to finally have him inside me again. It also proved that he wasn’t sleeping around in China – not that I was worried about that. He was just as horny as I was.

We took a little break on his bed and he kissed every inch of my body. I can’t describe how good it felt after going so long without being touched in that way. It didn’t take long until Ryan was ready to go again – and this time it lasted a lot longer. I wanted to spend the rest of the week on that bed, but Ryan had to work that night and we had to get up to replenish our fluids anyway.

I went with Ryan to see his band play at the club they’ve been working in all this time. I was surprised by how small it was. You wouldn’t think a live band could fit in there, but somehow they did it. I didn’t like the club at all and the music was too loud for such a small space, but I was happy to be there watching my boyfriend do his thing. When they were done we all hung out for a little while. A couple of his bandmates have Chinese girlfriends now – I don’t know if their girlfriends in Hong Kong know about that. I was anxious to go back to the house and so was Ryan. We didn’t hang out at the club for very long – we had better things to do. We spent the rest of the night fucking our brains out while my ears were ringing from the loud music. I didn’t drink very much, but I felt drunk from the flight, noise & orgasms.

Monday, November 5, 2012

My China Trip part 3

I got my plane ticket to Fuzhou. I’m leaving Wednesday at 10 o’clock at night. That means I’ll get there by midnight. That wouldn’t be so good if I had to get to the city on my own, but Ryan’s going to pick me up at the airport. He’ll either find someone to give us a ride or just take a taxi. He says taxis in China are a lot cheaper than Hong Kong. He’s says everything’s cheaper in China.

Leaving will be a little harder. My flight is at 9am Monday. That means I have to be at the airport by 7 at the latest. Since Ryan works nights I’m never going to get him to wake up at 6.

I’ll be staying at Ryan’s house, so I didn’t have to deal with finding a hotel. He shares the house with his band, but he has his own room so we’ll have some privacy. There’s not much privacy in Hong Kong, so I guess China won’t be much of an adjustment.

Usually when I book plane tickets & hotels I look around a little and see what there is to do & see in that city. This time I didn’t have to. Ryan’s been living there 3 months. He can show me around. I don’t really know what’s in Fuzhou, but it doesn’t matter. I’m going there to see Ryan, not to see some temple or whatever famous landmark they have.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Halloween 2012

We had our annual Halloween party Wednesday night. I missed having Ryan there, but we all had a pretty good time. The popular costumes this year were vampires and zombies, and as always, pirates. It wouldn’t be Hong Kong without a few weird Japanese manga costumes and Hello Kitty.

Kevin was a zombie, which is what Ryan was last year. Lily was a pregnant bride. I think that scared Kevin more than anyone else. It was a pretty easy costume. She just wore a white dress and put a pillow on her stomach. My costume was the laziest. I wore a traditional Chinese dress.

Ryan and his band worked on Halloween. He said he didn’t see anyone in China dressed up. They just had the Moon Festival at the beginning of October, but so did we and we can do both.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Emperor Audition part 3

Remember that audition I had weeks ago? I got the part! Yay. I thought I wasn’t going to get it since they took so long to tell me. I guess better late than never, especially if it’s good news!

I’m pretty excited. I’ve been on a few auditions in Hong Kong and I was starting to think something was wrong. They always seemed interested and then nothing. Like maybe their English wasn’t as good as I thought or something was getting lost in translation.

That’s just how it works. You have to hear a lot of no before you hear yes.

It’s a small part – I’ll only be on set 1 day – but it’s a real movie with a real company. They work with all the biggest stars in Hong Kong.

They want me to be available after my day on set for any reshoots that might come up and because stuff happens. It might take longer than 1 day, but they don’t think it will. I can easily take a day off work and if they surprise me with another day without much notice I can always call in sick.

I’m going to be in a real movie that people will actually see. I won’t be onscreen very long, but it’s a start. It could easily lead to bigger and better things.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Living with Lily part 5

Sometimes living with 2 other people in a tiny apartment has its share of problems. There’s never enough privacy for everyone. When it was just me & Ryan we didn’t really worry about privacy. He’s seen every inch of me naked and I don’t mind him getting up close and personal. As long as he gives me privacy in the bathroom I’m good.

With my best friend and her boyfriend it’s a little different. We try to respect each other’s boundaries, but we inevitably intrude on each other’s personal space now and then. I walked in on Kevin while he was peeing last week. Lily’s walked in on me in the shower lots of times. Kevin’s walked in on Lily in the shower. Then they were both in there for a long time. I can only guess what they were doing.

Today was the worst one. Kevin came in the bedroom while I was masturbating. No one was home when I started and he didn’t know anyone was home when he came home. I’m still embarrassed.

I’m not ashamed to say I masturbate. It’s totally normal. Especially when your boyfriend lives in another country and you haven’t had sex in 2 months. That’s an eternity for us. I’m going to see him soon and I’m sure we’ll have lots of sex, but in the meantime I’ll just have to satisfy myself.

I try to do it when no one else is home. Sometimes I do it at night before I go to bed. Lily & Kevin might be there, but they’re in the other room asleep – or having sex. I can always hear them having sex. That’s just worse because it reminds me what I’m missing. I’m happy for them, but I’m jealous for me.

I used to do it in the shower – we have a hand held shower head that’s great for reaching all the hard to reach places – but now with Lily & Kevin around I’m never sure if someone’s going to come in the bathroom while I’m pleasuring myself.

The bedroom when no one is home is always a safe bet – until now. When Kevin walked in he scared the hell out of me. I covered myself with the sheets as fast as I could and I really don’t know how much he saw, but I was totally mortified. Even if he didn’t see anything, he knows what I was doing. I was wearing a shirt, but totally bottomless and lying on the bed.

At least he apologized and closed the door. When I walked in on him peeing I just stood there and stared. Now I’m wondering if he walked in on me as payback.

I guess I should talk to Lily about it. How do you start that conversation? So your boyfriend saw me stirring the honey pot...

Thursday, October 25, 2012

My China Trip part 2

I went to the visa office Monday and picked up my visa to China. It’s a good thing I didn’t apply for it a day later because they were closed Tuesday. I wanted a 1 year multiple entry visa, but they only gave me a 6 month double entry. From what I hear that’s standard for first timers – at least if you’re American. The next time you apply for a visa they might give you something higher – if they want to. The price is the same for Americans no matter what they give you so I assume they want us to apply as many times as possible so they can get more money. A lot of people here seem to think all Americans are rich.

Now I just need to book a flight to Fuzhou and I can finally see my boyfriend in the flesh. I’m pretty excited. I’m going to get laid. That’s not just me being presumptuous. He’s a sure thing.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Living with Lily part 4

It’s been a big adjustment with 3 of us living in my tiny apartment. We all got used to the big house and all that extra space. There was enough room there for a dozen people. My apartment can comfortably house maybe 1 person – more like half a person.

Sometimes Kevin stays at his apartment, so it’s not like there’s always 3 people. Sometimes it’s just me & Lily. Sometimes it’s just me.

Yesterday I came home from work and went straight to the bathroom – because I really had to. The public bathrooms at the MTR stations aren’t the cleanest in the world and it can take a while to make it home. By the time I get off the MTR I might as well wait until I’m home – if I can. The public options aren’t so great in my neighborhood.

When you walk in the door to my tiny apartment you have to turn past the bedroom and make another turn to enter the bathroom. There’s no clear line of sight from anywhere except right in front of the bathroom. Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice Kevin peeing until I was standing at the bathroom door. I don’t know why he had the door open. When you live with 2 other people you’re supposed to close the door. I guess he got too used to all that privacy in the big house.

I know I should’ve walked away as soon as I saw him there – or at least closed the door – but for some reason I just stood there and stared at his cock. His clothes were blocking most of it, but I could see enough to know that I wanted to see more. I pretty much ignored the fact that pee was coming out of there and just focused on his circumcized head.

I’m pretty sure I stared because I haven’t seen one in person in so long, but I still think it was beautiful. Not all cocks are created equally. Some look a lot better than others. Kevin is blessed with a really good looking cock. I don’t think Lily knows how lucky she is.

I bet Kevin does though.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

My China Trip part 1

I went to the visa office Wednesday to get a visa to China. I’ve had about enough of never seeing Ryan in person. Even though he doesn’t work long hours he never has more than a whole day off, so it just makes more sense for me to go see him than for him to come see me. He doesn’t need a visa to come to Hong Kong – Americans can stay for 90 days without a visa – but it’s much easier for me to take time off work. If he takes a few days off that means his whole band takes those days off – none of them get paid for that time. If I take a few days off it doesn’t affect anyone’s paycheck except mine. Besides, he’s seen Hong Kong and isn’t very impressed. I’ve never seen mainland China.

I went with Ryan when he got his visa so I knew what to expect. It’s a good thing I did because the official visa office website still says that the office is on the 7th floor of the China Resources Building on Harbour Rd. when it’s really around the corner on Fleming Rd.

The first time I went to the visa office I went straight through security at the front of the building and upstairs to the office. This time there was a long line just to get in the front door. I guess Wednesday is a more popular time to go than Monday. I would think Monday is better since you can pick it up Thursday, but if you go Wednesday you have to wait until the next week to pick it up.

It was just as crowded in the office – at least it seemed crowded. It’s hard to tell which time is more crowded when there are a million people.

Since I already knew how to fill out the forms I already had everything ready to go. It’s a pretty easy procedure once you’ve already done it. I didn’t need as much paperwork as Ryan since I was getting a regular tourist visa and he got a work visa. They want a lot more information if you want a work visa. They seem pretty casual about tourist visas – even though they don’t have that reputation.

The hardest part about the whole thing was waiting for my turn. They used to just give you a number and you had to wait your turn, but now they tell you how many people are ahead of you on your number. Mine said “A076 There have 42 Person”. When we got Ryan’s visa there were over 100 people ahead of us, but it seemed just as crowded both times.

The part I don’t like is that it costs HK$1,100 no matter what type of visa they give you. I checked 1 year multiple entry since that’s the max, but they can give me whatever type they want no matter how much I paid.

Tomorrow I’ll go back and see what I got.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Nude Beach Day II part 4

I don’t know much about lesbians and even less about discrimination and equality laws in Hong Kong. I know that discrimination against people who aren’t Chinese is legal – or at least widely accepted. I know that it was illegal to be a gay man in Hong Kong until just recently, but being lesbian was never illegal. Gay marriage is illegal and if you’re gay in Hong Kong you probably don’t tell many people. I know a few guys who are probably gay, but they’ve never told me they are. I’ve never heard about any violence against gays – people in Hong Kong aren’t the violent type – but being gay is mostly frowned upon.

It probably takes a lot of balls to join a gay organization and march in parades. The lesbians at the beach were taking a big risk. Not only were they announcing that they were gay, but they were doing it at a nude beach – which probably isn’t legal in Hong Kong. There was a mix of Chinese and white people. I assume most of them were foreigners. There was even a black girl. It must be really hard to be a black lesbian in Hong Kong. It's hard enough to be straight and black in China.

Once we realized that we were in the middle of a lesbian field trip I started to get offended by the girl who was hitting on Lily. How did she know we weren’t a couple? We were obviously there together and if she assumed we were lesbians, why not assume we were a couple? And why hit on just Lily and not me?

Once we realized where we were it was more obvious that a lot of the casual conversations we were having was flirting and girls hitting on us. We didn’t see it at first because it never crossed our minds. When a guy I don’t know comes up to me and starts small talk I assume he’s hitting on me. When a girl does it I assume she’s just making small talk. I’ve always known I could be wrong about the guys, but now it turns out I was wrong about the girls.

One hairy girl came up to us and stood with one of her feet on a basket the way a guy would, trying to give us a clear view of her crotch – just the way a guy would. When I say she was hairy I don’t just mean her big afro bush. It looked like a razor had never touched her body. She looked down at us and said, “Yeah, smooth. Just the way I like it.” I didn’t say anything, but I thought if she likes it smooth, why not shell out a couple bucks and get a Gillette. Maybe she was the butch lesbian in the bunch.

Another girl only talked to Lily and wouldn’t even look at me. I wasn’t even there as far as she was concerned. More girls hit on Lily than on me. Lily has blonde hair and bigger breasts. She’s prettier than I am, so I can understand why she was more popular. It didn’t matter anyway. None of them were going to get any from us.

Only one Asian girl hit on us. She seemed to like me more than Lily. Maybe Asians like dark hair. I don’t know.

Most of the girls didn’t hit on us at all. I think some of them could tell we’re not lesbians. I’m sure some just weren’t interested. You could tell that some of them were couples, so they weren’t there to score.

Even though we weren’t part of the group, we had some interesting conversations and we both walked away with a few phone numbers – but not from the girls just looking to get laid. By the time we left we made a few new friends.

I’m glad we went to the beach that day. I wasn’t expecting so many people there, but they turned out to be pretty friendly and I was never as uncomfortable as I would’ve been if they were men. By the end of the day I was comfortable being naked around a bunch of girls. It was a good day to be naked. The sun was shining, it didn’t rain and the water was great.

I think I’d be willing to go back again some time. I’d have to check some kind of event calendar. I don’t want to go when it’s a truck driver’s field trip day.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Nude Beach Day II part 3

We left early in the morning so we’d have enough time to spend at the beach and still be back before the traffic got really bad. That was the plan anyway. It took us a lot longer to find the beach than we expected. Lantau is maybe 12 miles across, but we drove around it for hours. Eventually we found a dirt parking lot that looked like the same dirt parking lot from the last time – at least as far as I could tell. Dirt parking lots usually look the same to me.

We walked our way to the shore and as soon as we reached the beach I could tell that we were at the right place. It was as beautiful – and deserted – as I remembered. We found a nice spot to make camp and Lily got naked pretty easily. The weather was good and no one else was around so I followed her after I took a few minutes to get comfortable.

When I told Ryan about this, I exaggerated how much sunscreen we put on each other. We did each other’s backs, but I made it sound more arousing than it really was. I told him about rubbing lotion on each other’s legs and stomachs then moving on to butts and breasts. Before I got too carried away, I admitted that it wasn’t all that. He liked hearing about us oiling up our own breasts anyway.

After maybe half an hour, we heard someone coming toward us. Two girls walked right up to us. I kind of casually covered myself while Lily just stayed naked. I’m not sure what the nude beach etiquette is, but I thought they could have easily stayed away from us. There was plenty of room on the beach. I’m a friendly person and I can understand introducing yourself in other settings, but it seems like a nude beach is a place where you keep your distance. I was wrong about that.

The other girls both got naked right away. They weren’t shy at all. Right in the middle of small talk they took off all their clothes in front of us. I didn’t want to be rude and move to another part of the beach, but it suddenly seemed weird that I was the only person covering myself. Putting my clothes back on at that point would have been awkward.

Pretty soon another girl came up to us. She didn’t seem to know the other girls – and she definitely didn’t know Lily & me – but she came right up to us just like the others had. She also got naked while introducing herself. I was still trying to get used to people getting naked right away, but this was a nude beach and I guess there’s no point in going there if you’re not going to get naked.

I was still wondering what to do about covering myself while everyone else was naked when Lily said that she wanted to try out the water. The water in Victoria Harbour is gross – you couldn’t pay me enough to swim in that – but the water looks pretty good around the outskirts of Lantau. Hong Kong rates the water quality at beaches and they’ll tell you if it’s bad that month or season or however they do it. When Lily & I went into the water, that took care of my embarrassment. You can’t tell how naked someone is in the water from the beach.

While we were in the water, some other girls came onto the beach. The first time I went to a nude beach – possibly this same beach – Ryan & I were the only people there. This time it was getting more and more crowded. They were all girls – which I guess made me less uncomfortable than if there were guys – but it was still a lot more crowded. Some of the girls got in the water with us – most of them stayed on the beach – but every one of them got naked.

At least everyone wasn’t huddled around our stuff. As more girls came, there were more groups spread out all over the beach. By the time we got out of the water there were enough people on the beach – and all of them naked – that I wasn’t feeling so self-conscious about being naked. When everyone around you is naked, it’s not so weird to be naked yourself. I think having clothes on in that situation would have made me feel more out of place than I did being naked.

When we walked out of the water and to our stuff, I expected everyone to stare at me every step of the way. But they didn’t because they were all just as naked as I was. I wasn’t completely comfortable being naked in front of everyone, but it felt more natural the longer I was.

While we were sitting in the sun, a girl came up to us and asked Lily if she wanted to go somewhere more private. It took both of us a while to figure out that she was hitting on Lily. That was when we both wondered why there were no guys here. Another girl told us that this was a field trip for an LGBT group in Hong Kong. We were surrounded by lesbians.

It was only after I got home that I thought about how much Ryan would have loved this. A beach full of naked lesbians would be a jackpot fantasy for him.


Friday, October 12, 2012

Nude Beach Day II part 2

I really don’t like driving in Hong Kong. They drive on the left side of the road and the steering wheel is on the right side of the car. Driving on the wrong side of the road is pretty easy to get used to. You just follow everyone else. Driving from the wrong side of the car is a little harder. Instead of shifting gears with your right hand, you use your left hand – but the clutch is still on the left. So instead of clutch left foot and shift right hand, it’s clutch left foot and shift left hand. It’s weird.

Hong Kong traffic rules are also very different from American traffic rules. The main rule in America is that you never hit anything. In Minnesota we’re naturally courteous people, so we let others go first even when we have the right of way. The main rule in Chinese driving seems to be everyone try to go first all the time. Nobody has right of way and there’s no such thing as courtesy.

Hong Kong traffic is also much worse than Minneapolis traffic. I’ve driven Minneapolis to St. Paul during rush hour. That’s like a Sunday morning leisure drive compared to any day in Hong Kong. Minnesota driving is relaxing with lakes and natural beauty. Hong Kong driving is frantic chaos. You can’t see any steel & concrete scenery because you have to watch out for all the people trying to crash into you.

The good thing about driving in Hong Kong is that if you go far enough you’ll be out of the city sooner or later. Kowloon is an urban jungle, but it’s surrounded by mountains & parks. The New Territories are still more green than developed and Lantau Island is almost all nature, with small pieces of city.

Getting to Lantau is pretty easy. There are 3 or 4 bridges to Tsing Yi and only 1 bridge to Lantau. You can’t miss it. Once you’re on the island it’s another story. The main street is designed to go to the airport & Disneyland. There are 2 smaller roads that cut through the island north & south and another that covers the south side. Beyond that you have to take tiny rural routes, some less paved than others. The smaller the roads get, the fewer signs there are. Most of the streets in Hong Kong have signs in Chinese & English, but when you get to the tiny roads on Lantau, even Chinese signs are hard to find.


Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Nude Beach Day II part 1


Lily & Kevin wanted to go to that nude beach Ryan & I went to last year, but I couldn’t tell them how to get to it. I’m still not sure how we got there with all the twists & turns we took. I know it’s on the far end of Lantau Island, but that’s about it. So Kevin got directions from Ryan, but Ryan’s not really sure where it is either.

Summer is the rainy season in Hong Kong and this year it rained a lot. So they decided to wait for the typhoon season to end. Lily also has to work more in the summer.

By the time the weather got better and Lily had more time they weren’t sure if Kevin could go or not. Usually when Lily works less, he works more. She wanted me to go with them, but I didn’t want to get naked in front of Kevin and I didn’t think she wanted him to get naked in front of me. She said she didn’t mind. He’s been in various states of naked in front of me before, but I could never really see anything. At a nude beach I’m sure I’d be able to see everything.

Eventually she convinced me to go with them and I decided I’d just wear a bathing suit while they got naked. At that point the odds were 50/50 that Kevin would be able to go. I thought if he didn’t go then maybe I’d get naked. Since it was completely empty when Ryan & I went, I assumed it would be empty this time.

It turned out that Kevin couldn’t go. We borrowed a car from a friend of a friend of Kevin’s. I had to drive because it was a stick shift and Lily can only drive automatics.

I’m going to spread this out over a few parts because it’s going to be a pretty long story.


Sunday, October 7, 2012

Emperor Audition part 2

I got a callback at Emperor. Since it’s a very small part I have to think getting a 2nd audition is a good thing. They’re probably not going to spend too much time casting bit parts.

They told me the name of the movie, but it’s in Chinese so I don’t really know what it is. The English title will probably be something completely different. Chinese titles and English titles never seem to have anything in common. “Up in the Air” is “the Flightlog Sportsman” in Chinese. Usually the Chinese title is more about the story than a translation of the English title. “Juno” is “Teenage Pregnancy in Mind”.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Clear Water Bay House part 4

We don’t have the big house anymore. The owners are back in Hong Kong and that means we’re back in my tiny apartment. We went from 4 large bedrooms to 1 tiny bedroom. We each had our own private bathroom. Now we’re sharing 1 tiny bathroom. We had a huge kitchen with everything you could need. Now we’re back to my tiny kitchen with no counter space and only enough room for 1 person at a time. Gone are the sundeck with that gorgeous view of the ocean and outer islands and that amazing hot tub. My apartment has a tiny balcony for laundry and a view of other apartments.

I really miss that house.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Moon Festival 2012

Sunday was the Moon Festival. Since it was on a Sunday, Monday was a public holiday. This made it the perfect day to have a party. Since we still have the big house, we threw a big party. There were celebrations all over the city, but the big house is a great place to have a party.

The Moon Festival is all about red lanterns, moon cakes and barbecue. Some of our Chinese friends brought a few red lanterns and a lot of moon cakes. Kevin & a few other foreigners were responsible for the barbecue. We didn’t do it the Chinese way. I like Chinese food, but our style of barbecue is much better.

Moon cakes seem to mean a million different things to a million different people. They don’t mean anything to me since it’s not my culture. They’re basically tiny cakes or filled cookies, depending how you look at it and how they’re made. They come in a huge variety of styles and flavors. Most of the moon cakes we had at the party were store bought. Some were homemade. The homemade ones were much better.

I don’t really understand the red lanterns, but they look nice and when they were all lit up and sent into the sky it looked pretty impressive. I don’t know whose job it is to clean up all the red lanterns when they make their way back down, but I bet they’re pretty busy right about now.

They probably had fireworks at Victoria Harbour, but you can’t see it from the house. I think our view was better anyway. We got to watch our red lanterns and some others from other people floating away over the ocean.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Emperor Audition part 1

I got another audition. It’s for a very small part, but it’s with a company that I’ve actually heard of. Emperor Entertainment makes a lot of movies every year that are shown all over Hong Kong and Southeast Asia. They even work with Jackie Chan from time to time, but the movie I went in for has nothing to do with him.

I think I did a pretty good job at the audition, but you never know. It’s all down to whether I’m what they’re looking for and if they find someone better. It’s only one scene, but it’s a speaking part and if millions of people see it that could easily lead to bigger and better things.

No matter what happens, their office is close to Paisano’s so I got some pretty good pizza.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Election 2012 part 2

I’m not really sure who to vote for. I know people are going crazy about it – either Obama is evil and Romney is our savior, or the other way around. I don’t think it’s all that extreme. I don’t think all life as we know it will end if the wrong person is elected. America is stronger than one man. We’ve had some pretty bad presidents and some pretty good ones. Life carried on either way. I’m sure both candidates would do good things and bad things.

What I don’t like is that I don’t really like either candidate. I don’t hate either of them and I’m not going to leave the country if the other one is elected – I already left the country! I think if you’re one of those people who threatens to leave the country when the other side wins then you don’t get how democracy works. Sometimes the other side wins – deal with it. Your side will win again sooner or later.

I think the worst thing is voting on sides. We should be voting for people, not parties. If it’s football you vote for your team – go Vikings! If it’s deciding who should run the country you should vote for the person you think will do the best job. The odds of your party always picking the better person are too impossible to believe.

We’re so divided now that we want to reduce everyone to a party stereotype. He’s a Republican so he must hate poor people and women. She’s a Democrat so she must love taxes and government dependency. Most people never fit whatever stereotype you want to label them with.

People seem to want every state to be red or blue, as if no one from Texas ever votes for Democrats and no one from California ever votes for Republicans. People want to label California the liberal hippie blue state, but California voted for Reagan – he was their Governor. They had a lot of red Governors. Texas put Lyndon Johnson in Congress for 100 years. Texas had a lot of blue Governors.

Minnesota is currently considered a blue state, but we’re not so easy to label. We elected Michele Bachmann, Al Franken and Jesse Ventura. I never voted for any of them. Jesse was before my time, Michele isn’t in my district and Al was elected before I was old enough to vote.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Election 2012 part 1

I got my absentee ballot for the election. They send them out 46 days before the election, for some reason. I got it by e-mail, but I have to send it back by regular mail or give it to the US embassy at Central.

Ryan also got his absentee ballot, but his situation is a little trickier. He’s in China, but we told the application that he was in Hong Kong because he was at the time. It’s too late to change from Hong Kong to China and since we can’t e-mail the ballots, he has to mail his in. If he mails it from China they might wonder why a voter in Hong Kong is voting from China. I don’t know how suspicious they get about something like that. I’m also not sure if I can mail his ballot for him. I’m sure there are a bunch of rules about that.

This is not only my first election out of the country, but it’s my first presidential election. I turned 18 two weeks after the 2008 election, so I just barely missed that one. The first time I voted was for Governor & Congress in 2010. The only thing interesting about that was that Governor Pawlenty didn’t run for another term. We didn’t vote for any Senators that time, but we do this time.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Clear Water Bay House part 3

I went to the big house after work and went straight to my own private shower in my own private bathroom. I love this house – I want to stay here forever. I didn’t see Lily or Kevin when I came in so I didn’t know if they were home or not.

After my shower I went to the kitchen to make my dinner. If anyone else was home they probably ate by now.

In the kitchen I could hear strange noises coming from the dining room – there’s a real dining room in this house. I went to have a look and there was Kevin on top of Lily on top of the dining room table going at it.

My 1st thought was that I eat dinner on that table. My 2nd thought was jealousy – I haven’t had sex in over a month. My 3rd thought was that Kevin has a nice butt. My 4th thought was how did they not hear me come in the house and take a shower. My 5th thought was that I was spying on my friends having sex.

I went back to making my dinner and tried to make a lot of noise doing it. After a few minutes Lily came in acting casual. I knew she just got some, but she didn’t know I knew.

I ate my dinner in the kitchen that night.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Ryan in China Again part 8

I spent last night at my apartment because I had to go to work early today. Lily & Kevin stayed at the big house, so I was alone in the apartment.

The only internet connection is in the tiny dining room area. It’s not really a dining room – it’s part of the living room that’s a little off to the side. It has a separate light from the living room so it seems like it’s supposed to be a dining room. That’s where the only internet plug is so that’s where we use our computers. There’s no privacy so usually when I’m talking to Ryan on skype there’s someone else in the room – or at least in the living room.

No one else was home last night and none of Ryan’s roommates were around, so we actually had some privacy while talking. That’s pretty rare around here. After a while in Hong Kong you get used to not having as much privacy. Last night was pretty rare.

We haven’t seen each other in over a month – except on skype. We haven’t touched each other in over a month. It’s nice to talk on the phone and sometimes the skype connection is good enough that we can see each other and understand what we’re saying.

So taking all that into consideration it seemed like a good time to do a little dance for Ryan. I gave him a full striptease. I know he liked it because I could see that he was jerking off. I couldn’t see him on the screen below the waist, but I could tell. Unless he was rigorously scratching his balls for several minutes.

I really doubt the Chinese government was watching. I’m sure they have better things to do than monitor communications from some American band in China talking to their girlfriends in Hong Kong. There are over a billion people in China. No one can watch everybody all the time.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Naked Day

I had a day to myself at the big house. Usually when I’m there Lily’s there or someone’s about the leave when I’m coming in or I’m about to leave when someone’s coming in. We all have different schedules so we all come and go at different times. Most of the time we’re either all there or no one is there – or I’m at my apartment, with or without Lily. This was the first time I was at the big house alone for more than an hour.

It was weird to have so much space to myself. I’m used to living in a tiny apartment – with 1 or 2 other people. Here it was like walking through the Grand Canyon when you live in a cave.

One of the best things about the big house is the hot tub. It’s big, it’s on a nice outdoor terrace and the view is amazing. The view from my apartment is other apartments. The view from the terrace is ocean & islands. I’m from Minnesota. We don’t get ocean views. I’ve been in Hong Kong for a year & a half and I’m still impressed by ocean views. You never really see much ocean in Hong Kong anyway.

I put on my bikini and fired up the hot tub. Then it occurred to me that no one else was there and no one was going to be there for a long time. So I took off the bikini and got in the hot tub. It seems kind of stupid to admit this, but I was a little worried about getting naked at first. I knew I had plenty of time alone, but it’s not my house and it just feels strange to be naked in someone else’s house. It’s not like this was in a bathroom – it was outdoors for all the world to see – though you’d have to fly by in a helicopter or be in a boat with very strong binoculars to see me. There are no paparazzi going after me so I was safe, but it still felt weird.

As soon as I got in the water I stopped worrying about it. It just felt so good. I think if everyone in the world could soak in a hot tub for an hour there would never be any more wars. Not having the bikini made it even better. It was like soaking in a bathtub – only it had the water jets and it was outdoors. I was content to lie there naked all day – but life goes on and you can never do anything good for too long.

When I got out of the hot tub I wrapped my towel around me and was about to put the bikini back on when I thought why not leave it off. I sat on one of the terrace lounge chairs and let the sun kiss my naked body – this would’ve been a paparazzi’s wet dream if I were famous. I didn’t have any sunscreen, but I’ve never gotten burned in Hong Kong – and I’ve spent plenty of time out in the sun. I don’t know what it is – maybe the constant smog or all the clouds – but the sun just isn’t as strong here. It gets hot, it gets very humid, but the sun is never strong enough for a sun burn.

When it was lunch time I got up and went into the kitchen – all completely naked. I was walking around the house naked and didn’t really worry about it. It felt a little dangerous and maybe that made it a little exciting, but I was mostly just going about my day – I just happened to be totally naked.

Then the doorbell rang. Doorbells in Hong Kong aren’t like American doorbells. You don’t get people knocking on your door willy nilly around here. We don’t have door to door salesmen, girl scout cookies or Jehovah’s Witnesses. Your doorbell only rings when you have guests or maybe the building’s maintenance guy comes over. The doorbell in my apartment doesn’t even work, so I haven’t actually heard someone ring in a long time.

When the doorbell rang I froze. I didn’t panic, I didn’t run around or try to cover myself. I just stood there. I wasn’t expecting anyone – and if Lily or Kevin had forgotten their keys they would probably just call. I didn’t think it was the house’s owner – even if he came back very early, he probably has his own keys. I couldn’t really imagine who it could be.

If someone had come in the front door they wouldn’t be able to see me right away anyway. I’d probably have enough time to go into another room. I could’ve gone into one of the bathrooms or even my bedroom, but I just stood there and waited. I didn’t want to go to the front door because it has frosted windows and you can see from outside if someone is inside. They wouldn’t be able to tell I was naked, but they would definitely know I was there – and I wasn’t about to answer the door naked.

Eventually whoever was there went away. I put some clothes on and went to the door, but by then they were long gone. That was enough excitement for me. I kept my clothes on the rest of the day.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Clear Water Bay House part 2

Kevin is now officially at the big house in Clear Water Bay. He’s staying there every day. I’m staying there some days and at my apartment other days. I tried going to work from the house and it’s just too much. It’s ok on days when I go in the afternoon, but if I have to go at rush hour it’s just too crowded with all those different stations & trains. In Hong Kong, rush hour is from breakfast to lunch and about 3pm to midnight. Lily is going back & forth between the house and my apartment – pretty much the same as me.

It’s a great house. There’s plenty of room for everyone. I even have my own bathroom! That’s the best part. I haven’t had my own bathroom in years. It’s amazing how something so simple can make such a huge difference. My boyfriend is living in another country and I haven’t had sex in a month, but I have my own bathroom. I guess that’s what the Chinese mean by yin & yang.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Ryan in China Again part 7

Ryan and I were talking on skype and I started to do a little striptease for him. We haven’t touched each other in a month – that’s a record for us – and we’re both pretty horny. We’ve never spent this much time apart and I’m really not sure how much more I can take. While I was stripping in front of the computer and doing a sexy little dance his connection went out. It was very frustrating! For both of us. I’m ready, willing and able to turn him on, but his skype keeps turning off! I can only imagine what it was like for him. He was just about to see something good and then all black.

We talked on the phone like we always do when his internet goes out and I finished my striptease over the phone. It really wasn’t the same. It was more funny than sexy. Funny is good and I’m glad that we can laugh about these things, but a man needs to see his woman naked from time to time. Just telling him I’m naked doesn’t do it.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Clear Water Bay House part 1

Kevin’s boss is taking his annual trip out of Hong Kong and has asked Kevin to watch his house at Clear Water Bay again. Of course, Kevin wants to stay there instead of my tiny apartment. It’s a huge house with everything you need – my apartment just can’t compete. I have 1 bedroom & 1 bathroom. This house has 4 bedrooms & 4 bathrooms – plenty of room for all of us. I don’t need to stay there, but Lily doesn’t want me to be alone and I don’t want me to be alone. She also doesn’t want to have to choose between staying here with me and there with Kevin.

I think it’s a great house and I’d love to stay there if I was on vacation, but it’s not very convenient for work. It’s a lot easier to get to Disneyland from my apartment than from their apartment – the house is somewhere in between. It’s farther away from Disneyland than their apartment, but you can take the MTR all the way – it’s just a lot of MTR to get there. It’s something like 6 different lines. That’s a lot of transfers when the stations are crowded. We can get there from my apartment using only 2 lines – and then that special Disneyland line. That one doesn’t really count since it takes a minute and you get those Mickey trains.

Kevin can easily get to his day job from the big house, so it makes sense that he stay there. He can also get there easily from my apartment, but the house is much better. I’d rather stay at the house if I were him.

So Kevin will stay at the big house and Lily will probably stay with Kevin. Maybe sometimes she’ll stay at my apartment when she has to go to work early. I don’t know what I’ll do. I can definitely stay there on my days off and when I go to work late, but I’m not sure if I want to stay there every day.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Ryan in China Again part 6

Ryan got his skype to work, but it’s terrible. The picture is always crap, the sound goes in & out, sometimes the video turns off on its own, sometimes the whole thing disconnects on its own. We don’t know if it’s a China issue or just and internet issue. His internet isn’t very reliable either. A lot of sites are completely blocked and even when he can get on some, he gets disconnected at random.

We still talk on the phone all the time because it’s hard to talk on skype. Half the time we can’t understand each other – the sound is so bad. It would be nice to see him – isn’t that the whole point of this technology? We’ve got all the bells & whistles of the modern age and we’re still talking on the phone.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Ryan in China Again part 5

Ryan sent me pix of his four story house – it’s tiny! Each floor is smaller than our apartment. It’s just a room, stairs and bathroom on each floor. At least they have 4 bathrooms – but they’re also tiny. Most one story American houses are bigger than all of this place.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Homererotic

I had a dream about the Simpsons last night. I think that’s weird because I never watch the Simpsons. We don’t get it here.

In my dream Homer was getting ready to go to work when Marge came out of the bathroom wearing a bright red chemise with matching red panties. It worked really well with her yellow skin and blue hair. When Homer saw her he started to drool on his tie.

Marge climbed onto the bed on all fours and Homer quickly tore his clothes off. He took Marge’s clothes off with his teeth while she rubbed his bald head. As soon as they were both naked he went down on her. Naturally she had a puffy blue crotch. While he was eating her out she screamed in that gravel Marge voice.

Homer gets tired and flops down on the bed. So Marge decides to blow him, but she has to find his cock first. It’s not very big and buried under a lot of fat. She eventually finds it and starts sucking away. Homer drools again, sprawled out on the bed while Marge goes to town.

Marge tries to mount Homer, but she can’t get at his cock with his giant stomach in the way. So they switch places and Homer gets on top of Marge. He starts to put it in but Marge can’t breathe with the weight of Homer on top of her. So they go for doggie style and Homer finally penetrates her.

Homer grabs Marge’s hips and pounds away while Marge looks kind of bored with it all. She sneezes and this excites Homer even more. He asks her to sneeze again and again until he comes. He flops back down and the bed as Marge gets up and leaves the bedroom.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Ryan in China Again part 4

Ryan can’t get his skype to work. Mine works fine. I called Disneyland and talked to Minnie Mouse – that’s not as strange as it sounds. I know Minnie personally. She’s more Chinese than you might expect – and she’s definitely not sleeping with Mickey. Lily & Kevin called their families. It’s all free as long as you’re calling another skype user.

Ryan can’t call me at all and mine always says that he’s offline – even when we’re on the phone and he says he’s online. I don’t know if it’s a government censorship thing or an internet thing or just some temporary problem. It would be nice if we could see each other – what’s the use of all this technology if it doesn’t work? At least we still have the phone. Sometimes old school works best.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Ryan in China Again part 3

Ryan finally got the internet connected. Doing it in China is nothing like doing it here. In Hong Kong we simply called the phone company and they did whatever they do. They had to send a guy to our apartment which I didn’t like because he was dirty – he actually left a greasy stain on the wall! But it was all pretty easy. In China Ryan had to go to some government office and get permission to have the internet. Can you believe that? In China it’s not a basic service – it’s a privilege!

Ryan and the band are living in a house owned by the guy who owns the club where they’re working. It’s a four story house, but Ryan says it’s not nearly as big as it sounds. He says there’s just barely enough room for everyone.

Since the house is in someone else’s name they had a hard time getting the internet. The government didn’t like that the names didn’t match and the owner didn’t want to go to the government office – probably for reasons I don’t want to know about. Somehow they got everything worked out.

After the government said he could have the internet, he had to wait for the internet company to turn it on. Apparently they don’t just flip a switch. Or if they do, they take their time doing it.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Living with Lily part 3

My only gripe about having Lily & Kevin here is that there’s only 1 bathroom. That would work out if Lily & I shared or Lily & Kevin shared, but our schedules work out that Kevin & I wake up at around the same time while Lily still has time to sleep. It’s easier at night since nobody’s in any hurry to get anywhere.

It’s no big adjustment to live with Kevin. I’m used to living with Ryan and living with 1 boy is like living with them all. They’re all slobs in the bathroom – and in the kitchen and anywhere really. It bothers Lily when Kevin leaves dishes in the sink, but Ryan does it all the time. Lily also complains about Kevin’s shaving stubble in the bathroom sink, but at least he shaves every day. Ryan started growing one of those stupid little goatee things the second he took some time off from Disney. I don’t like it. When he comes back from China he’s going to look like Abraham Lincoln. It’s a cliche to say that boys don’t know how to use a toilet seat, but it’s true. Cliche should have an accent, but I don’t know how to type that.

I miss Ryan, but having Lily & Kevin around makes it a lot easier.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Living with Lily part 2

I decided that Lily & Kevin should take the bed and I would sleep on the sofa – that’s what any good hostess would do. Lily wouldn’t have it. She didn’t want to put me out of my own bed – especially since they really didn’t need to stay there anyway. There’s no way 2 people can sleep on the sofa together, but plenty of room for 2 in the bed. So we decided that Lily & I would share the bed while Kevin got the sofa. He doesn’t mind. It just makes it easier for him to watch TV at night after the rest of us are asleep – there’s no TV in the bedroom.

You’d think that might interfere with their sex life, but you’d be wrong. Very late Saturday night, Lily went out to the living room and I’m pretty sure they got it on. I was mostly asleep, so I might have dreamed the whole thing, but I think it happened. It seemed loud enough to be real.

I like having them here. I don’t care if they have sex on the sofa. As long as I’m asleep in the other room they’re not hurting anybody. They can even do it in the bed – as long as I’m somewhere else. I know if it was me & Ryan at someone else’s place we’d still do it if we could.