2. The Here and Now (and everything in between)

It's before 8am here in Hong Kong on a Saturday, early enough in my books to be deemed 'early morning'.

 Why are you awake in the early morning? I have no idea. There is no reason for this, it just is. Like jelly. Jelly is just jelly.

 In a moment of pure egoism, I decided to google 'kjingo' and see what came up (yes, this is why I should never be awake this early on a Saturday). And what have I learnt? I'm a member of some random websites, and more importantly, there is a Dr K Jingo who exists in this world doing important stuff like existing. Existing is important.

Update time - I'm still in Hong Kong, but have moved to a much larger apartment in Causeway Bay. And by much larger, I mean much larger in comparison to my last jail cell size apartment. Things generally are going well. Found myself with some good, normal, happy friends who I can be myself around.

 So yeh, I feel that I need to be back here on a more regular basis - my English is slowly failing me over here, and I need some proof of life for you people back home. Time for a nap.

1. I'm in Hong Kong.

So I'm in Hong Kong.

Or to be more precise, I'm on a tiny "two man" (i.e. one man) couch on the 20th floor of an apartment block in Wan Chai, Hong Kong island. For the next few days/weeks/whatever, this is my home away from home. My base camp. My sanctuary. My sanctuary with cable television (thank you HBO and Australian Network - i.e. live AFL).

What is the plan? To put it bluntly, there really isn't much of a plan. I'm not a planning type of guy. I've effectively pooled all my winnings from the past 28 years of my life, walked up to a roulette table and put it all on black.

So I'm here. And I'm here here, back in the blogging world. The blogging world that has generally been good to me, insofar as being completely ambivalent to my presence. My expectations is that about 0.0001% of people who would read this will actually read this.

And it begins.

Red

A half glass of red wine at lunchtime was all it took to take me off course.

An afternoon of regret. A night of aimless wandering in a make believe world.

I think this is the start of a lovely relationship.

Shoeless

Was playing basketball at springers leisure centre this afternoon when I realised that even after all these years, I really haven't gotten any better that this game.

I've been playing the game on and off since primary school, but yet I'm rather average in it.

I blame the shoes.

And my asian height.

Not that being asian has anything to do with it (hello yao ming).

I also like ducks.

5. Rather not should

Its 3.46 on a Sunday afternoon and I found torn between doing what I should, and what I rather do.

The should part refers to a tax provision memorandum (i.e. work) that needs to be done by start of business tomorrow.

The rather do part refers to pretty much anything else.

So what to do. What to do.

4. Six words

Sunday's newspaper had a little article about Hemingway's six word short story ("For sale: baby shoes, never worn."), and it got me thinking about the beauty and emotion of the english language. How those simple six words can draw out so much feelings of regret, and sadness.

It reminds me that the written word is powerful. Its a tool that I should harness.

Flicking through fffound for inspiration for a tattoo (something that my mind has fixed on in recent days) and I came across the quote, "Be fearful of mediocrity". Suffice to say, it struck a chord, a raw nerve in my heart.

What am I fearful of? Wasted potential of my life? Experiences and events that have not come to pass?

Lets not be fearful.

Listening to triple j's like a version volume 5; Philadelphia Grand Jury's cover of 99 Oroblems b. Its almost six word short story like; "I have 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one"

I can understand the sentiment on a pure intellectual viewpoint, but goddamit, its a problem that I wouldn't mind.

So six word short story; lets brainstorm.

"Rainy morning, unsatisfying job, slept in"

"To call or not, demonstrating weakness"

3. Sleep

Sleep is for getting healthy.

I know this for a fact as I have slept the following since Sunday night;

Monday 0100 - 1300 - 12 hours

Monday 1430 - 17.30 -3 hours

Monday 1900 - 1000 - 15 hours

Thats 30 hours of sleep,

And I'm feeling much much better for it.

Not prettier though.