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 knows 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.