Chou na. Pay my Bill.

As the Turtle awakens from his slumber, he shrivels in disgust towards the smell of the air. His four stems wriggling in discomfort as if plunged to the ground by force. The sand was only a hinderance to him afterall, that it could not have hidden it's mystifying glow - gleaming piece by piece, forming its own dimension, its own story, its own belonging on each of the twelve sections of it's carapace.

He had spent his time in this land, and nothing of worth came to in the end. The sea felt warm under his feet, the night was not young, that it brought about an unusual mist. There was something about this decision.

The groundwork of Vox. Leaving without his mark. This land had enough markings to start.

"Time to be free,
No intention of you chasing me."

The turtle travels where he cannot be heard.

Most of the day had destined to be of limited use, besides the normal sleeping, eating, breathing, lingering, there was not much to be done. I managed to receive some good sleep, but wasnt enough because the three days of hell.

So after waking up and doing all the finalising and stuff like that, i rolled around the area one more time. Of course, the first thing i wanted to do was go and watch some chess. Theres this japanese food place called Jazz Ramen which i've been wanting to go check out ages ago since i saw it. I've walked passed it a few times but didnt get enough chances to check it out. Its not a big place, but can fit under 20 people, and it does have a japanese feel to it. My Dad told me the food is shit in there, but i dont have that kind of segregation anymore. Anythings fine, everythings okay. I didnt eat any ramen anyway. That name amazes me.

Saw my Gran, after some time we all went home together to the Eighths, inactual Gran split ways, wishing me safe journey again. It was already afternoon then, and i had to leave at 7:30PM. It was basically a day of preparation of a new culture. Somehow, UK gives me a fiunny feeling.

You know why i love HK? Its because of the mountains. Just gives it that eastern feel, you dont get that in the UK, its either flat land or lil lumps called hills. Also HK is an interactive place, from the moment you step inside you know somethings different about it. You feel a sense of excitment, adreniline, eagerness. But you dont know why. I've compared the two places, all there is to conclude is that, UK is like a countryside compared to the moderness of HK. Two very different worlds.

My luggage is heavy, most of the stuff aint even mine, and its going to be troublesome carrying that shizzle around. Plus i got my laptop in the carrier bag.

I remember a long time ago when HK almost always felt like a welcomming place. Maybe its the culture that im returning to, i used to think that it was. Then as i got older, it was the opportunity to travel that got me hooked. Then older again i found that it was the understanding of all the things i saw, which i thought i knew, but didnt; so it was like turning over the other side of the coin. As the pattern goes, HK's stimulative hooks of shopping, pleasure, street lights, people, cute gurls, nice food, cheap currency, relatives, and culture all dissappeared. It happened when i took my other three bros with me in the summer last year. It was dissapointing to lose that stimulant, or better worded, desire. I started viewing HK in a completely different way, while using the old observational experiences as a door. The things inside were boundless. So i've developed a equality of mind for most things.

This time, it was still the same, only difference is the knowledge, decisional hassles, growth, experiences have changed. It was a long time ago since i loved this place. Now i dont love nor i hate. But i saw a lot this time, and it sparked my dissapointment a bit too much. But all departures must be done, im used to all this travelling. I believe its my 18th time going there, if im not mistaken. I will have to go again around Nov times. I see if i can go see Jyx then, or something. A lot of obstacles.

As the entry ends, so does my journey in HK. SeventySeven days outstranded without deep communications, it has been a hard challenge. Im back now, and im not liking the culture change. I still miss my eastern winds. Listening to kids talk about power rangers, listening to the differientation of the languages here, and the different colored skins, not to mention the color coding of this frickin building, and the style, you know damn well you're not in HK no more.

You have to go there sometime to see what im talkin about.

Today is the last day of being a HK resident, after three months and more of challenges and trials, finally i will be going back. Which makes my role tomoz an original traveller once again. It has been a long, painful three months. I've literally experienced all the things i could have wanted: being sick, travelling, freeroaming, vommiting, loning, lingering, observing, mingling, soul searching, creating, shopping, gift giving, gift receiving, fevering, insects violating, thunder raining, normal raining; becoming lazy, nearly turning crazy, and etc more.

The swollen part on the left hand has soften up a bit, i had to wake up at friggin 9AM to get ready for 11, within that time period i booked a docs appointment. Its been hell these three days, and i noted the hours i've sleeped on each day - the answer is 6 on each day (which makes 666). Im glad its all over, and i can finally get some well deserved sleepy. The doc gave me some med, and to my suprise they were really effective, so effective that i forgot to take it back home with me when we left the Eight's house.

Got to talk to my Grandma again. She knows im leaving tomoz, and insisted we have dinner together. My flight is scheduled at 11PM, but have to get to the airport at 8PM - 9PM. She asked me what i was going to do when i go back, so i told her about my magic and stuff, and how it can make money - as if thats they only thing people care about these days, you ask em what they live for, what they sacrifice their life for, what they work for, what they wish for each moment in their delusive minds, and i guarantee one thing about grown up people. The answers all the same. After explaining (she already knows how magic works as a job as i told her on my bday), her smiled sparked up, we cracked a few jokes, and i felt she seemed to approve with that plan. I promised them i will record some good stuff for them to be proud of. I told my younger cousin a bit about Side Projects, but didnt go far. As i went to leave the door, my Gran said something which made me want to cry - she goes to me, in a humble, inviting, exciting tone "I wish you sucess!". Not many relatives has said that to me, she was the first one. Also, she said the one thing i thought the older generation, especially her (shes from like 2 generations ago). She said that, people who draw manga now, make and can make a lot of money. So the deper context of this is, go for it. It can be done. I was happy to be a part of the motivation force behind side projects. I love my grandma man.

I dont think i have anywhere i want to go now, dont know what this mood is, i think its spawned from tiredness. Or something. My eyes are killin me.

Called up Mom too, recently my Dad got pissed off with my Mom for some stupid lies she made up to protect my elder bro. He found out and went on rage mode for one night and one morning, over the phone. Just received news from her, telling me my Elder bro cried for a half hour, dont know what my Dad said to him.

Hmm. Lets do this.

PS - Most of the stuff is packed up ready to go, just a few more secret things left. Hopefully i can write up the final entry for this journey tomoz. I hear they have wifi at the airport.

I couldnt get to sleep til about, if im not mistaken, 6AM, due to the heat and stuffyness. Had to wake up at 11 do prepare for Shenzen, but we had to wait til about 1ish til we finally got onto the train. Dad bought a lot of stuff still, but thank fuck i didnt have to carry em. And thank fuck i wont be going there again.

The insect bite on the outter side of my left hand swolled up today, i think the this point was very poisonus, and its the second bite that caused the hand to swell up again. After doing some mega freeroaming, the swollen part begain to hurt, maybe due to the heat and motion. I bought a lot of souveniers and stuff. Actually it wasnt a lot. Just pipes and lighters. But my bag was fricking heavy full of books and dvds. Plus it was a hot day. I dislike hot days.

Tomoz will be the last free day in HK, and i started thinking about the first day of my arrival. How everything was different. New culture, new life, new opportunities, new experiences. Everythings new. I was thinking about why i seem to get bored well in my country, the answer is: you cant be a traveller when you were born there. It just doesnt work out. Or to put it in better words: you cant be a traveller there when you was born along with it. Its that feeling of posession and belonging. HK will always amaze me. But i wont be happy living here, unlike the old me, which loved this place to death.

I got my hair today at my Dad's friend's place, when the older generation connects with the new, its a wonderful thing. But i didnt like it when he was talkin and spit kept flying into my right eye.

Still, i gotta wake up early tomoz to get some major things sorted, and to see the doc about my bite again. Hopefully this time he'll give me an injection.

As expected, there were many people i didnt know when we got to the village areas within the deeper boundaries of fanling. We grouped up there with the other dudes we knew because many of us was going to go pay dead ancestors a visit with us. And man there were so many we didnt know. Some were scared to talk, some were delightful to see us, some didnt want to talk to us. And you know how it goes. My Dad makes the scene a lot, and as his son who always travels with him, the spotlight is shared. Was like nearly everyone knew who my Dad was, one thing led to another, my name reached people's ears as fast as people could fart (which is actually quite slow). Got about five insect/fly bites from this visit.

Afterwards we went back home, Dad went out to do some shit and i took a two hour nap. Initially they 40 year old cousin of mine promised to eat with me, but he wasnt up (even at 5PM), so i thought fug it. Going to Eighths to refurb. Once i got there, things naturally became. And i managed to get myself another three bites. So thats eight. And they are annoying. Something to look forward to there huh?

I will be going back on Tuesday night, and tomoz is my last day of freeroaming. Many places to get to, stuff to buy. All needs to me done by tomoz, i wont get the chance on Tues. Also, we're going to frickin Shenzen again to pick up some stuff. That place will always haunt me, to and back. I dont like that place.

So thats that.

Almost forgot to write this up.

Spent the first half of the day waiting for nothing, literally. Sat at my Grandma's hangout for an hour and a half or so reading about stuff regarding magic, until my Grandma popped in all happy as she danced around with the stuff she bought back from her freeroaming. My Grandma's really good at cooking, she's no ordinary Grandma; she is one of those ones who have gone through hard times, such as war crisis, poverty, etc. But her main skill is anything that relates to food. Now people start to think of resturants and fast food places. In HK its all about the Wok. It goes everywhere with you. It's spirits within you. You manifest your stage through your Wok, whether street, side walks, hidden corners selling chestnuts and shizzle like that. So i was watching her all happy because of the meat and stuff she bought, praising how fine they were, and how the price was cheap. Which got me thinking - people get happy over shit like mobile phones, new clothes, while she and the others within the old generation get overexcited over food materials. Maybe it was their culture back in the day, its all about food. Its the one skill you cannot afford to lose. Afterwards she gave me something she forgot yday, which was from Sixth Aunt. It was a red pocket, with things written on the back:

"Wishing you a happy birthday,
Spend your youth wisely,
Be deligent in your learnings,
And fufill your dreams."

Inside was $200 (around £20), im guessing they both chipped in 50/50. Once i read it, i sort of felt confident in the things i have planned, at the same time felt...what is that feeling...that feeling of...having to walk the path of no other. Unsurity. And it reminded me of the part when Shiro asked Kuro about building a house beside the sea, that they will fly on an aeroplane, that they promised to reach that goal. Kuro just answered with "Ah, so dana." (Hmm, yeah.) as if that was such a far away dream to be caught.

The second half of the day was spent still refurbing the third floor, and we didnt go home until 1 ish AM. Tomoz we're going to pay a visit to some dead ancestors, afterwards we're going to out to eat with my unknown relatives from the older generation, then later on my 40 year old cousin (Fourth's Son - not the one in the UK), goes "Lets go out to eat man.". I suspect afterwards its still going to be refurbing. Busy day. Gotta wake up early.

Still have a few places i wanna go before i leave.

Almost forgot to write this up.

Spent the first half of the day waiting for nothing, literally. Sat at my Grandma's hangout for an hour and a half or so reading about stuff regarding magic, until my Grandma popped in all happy as she danced around with the stuff she bought back from her freeroaming. My Grandma's really good at cooking, she's no ordinary Grandma; she is one of those ones who have gone through hard times, such as war crisis, poverty, etc. But her main skill is anything that relates to food. Now people start to think of resturants and fast food places. In HK its all about the Wok. It goes everywhere with you. It's spirits within you. You manifest your stage through your Wok, whether street, side walks, hidden corners selling chestnuts and shizzle like that. So i was watching her all happy because of the meat and stuff she bought, praising how fine they were, and how the price was cheap. Which got me thinking - people get happy over shit like mobile phones, new clothes, while she and the others within the old generation get overexcited over food materials. Maybe it was their culture back in the day, its all about food. Its the one skill you cannot afford to lose. Afterwards she gave me something she forgot yday, which was from Sixth Aunt. It was a red pocket, with things written on the back:

"Wishing you a happy birthday,
Spend your youth wisely,
Be deligent in your learnings,
And fufill your dreams."

Inside was $200 (around £20), im guessing they both chipped in 50/50. Once i read it, i sort of felt confident in the things i have planned, at the same time felt...what is that feeling...that feeling of...having to walk the path of no other. Unsurity. And it reminded me of the part when Shiro asked Kuro about building a house beside the sea, that they will fly on an aeroplane, that they promised to reach that goal. Kuro just answered with "Ah, so dana." (Hmm, yeah.) as if that was such a far away dream to be caught.

The second half of the day was spent still refurbing the third floor, and we didnt go home until 1 ish AM. Tomoz we're going to pay a visit to some dead ancestors, afterwards we're going to out to eat with my unknown relatives from the older generation, then later on my 40 year old cousin (Fourth's Son - not the one in the UK), goes "Lets go out to eat man.". I suspect afterwards its still going to be refurbing. Busy day. Gotta wake up early.

Still have a few places i wanna go before i leave.

Almost forgot to write this up.

Spent the first half of the day waiting for nothing, literally. Sat at my Grandma's hangout for an hour and a half or so reading about stuff regarding magic, until my Grandma popped in all happy as she danced around with the stuff she bought back from her freeroaming. My Grandma's really good at cooking, she's no ordinary Grandma; she is one of those ones who have gone through hard times, such as war crisis, poverty, etc. But her main skill is anything that relates to food. Now people start to think of resturants and fast food places. In HK its all about the Wok. It goes everywhere with you. It's spirits within you. You manifest your stage through your Wok, whether street, side walks, hidden corners selling chestnuts and shizzle like that. So i was watching her all happy because of the meat and stuff she bought, praising how fine they were, and how the price was cheap. Which got me thinking - people get happy over shit like mobile phones, new clothes, while she and the others within the old generation get overexcited over food materials. Maybe it was their culture back in the day, its all about food. Its the one skill you cannot afford to lose. Afterwards she gave me something she forgot yday, which was from Sixth Aunt. It was a red pocket, with things written on the back:

"Wishing you a happy birthday,
Spend your youth wisely,
Be deligent in your learnings,
And fufill your dreams."

Inside was $200 (around £20), im guessing they both chipped in 50/50. Once i read it, i sort of felt confident in the things i have planned, at the same time felt...what is that feeling...that feeling of...having to walk the path of no other. Unsurity. And it reminded me of the part when Shiro asked Kuro about building a house beside the sea, that they will fly on an aeroplane, that they promised to reach that goal. Kuro just answered with "Ah, so dana." (Hmm, yeah.) as if that was such a far away dream to be caught.

The second half of the day was spent still refurbing the third floor, and we didnt go home until 1 ish AM. Tomoz we're going to pay a visit to some dead ancestors, afterwards we're going to out to eat with my unknown relatives from the older generation, then later on my 40 year old cousin (Fourth's Son - not the one in the UK), goes "Lets go out to eat man.". I suspect afterwards its still going to be refurbing. Busy day. Gotta wake up early.

Still have a few places i wanna go before i leave.

After logging off yday, i called up the new memeber of Side Projects Dwayne - a persom whom i met at the family resturant. After much conversing, i introduced him to Jum, now they're together working on improving their music. To my suprise, from what i heard from Jum yday, he is the material he needs, and to my suprise again, Jum is the material he needs. so its win-win. I thought i'd give him a call to report back my well being. A lot of people are awaiting my return.

A few days ago i promised my Grandma and Sixth Aunt that i would go out with them for dinner to celebrate my bday, so we did. And still, after many tides, peace and equality is still there. We talked a lot, especially me and Aunt, however we couldnt get into deeper subjects and stuff, cuz we know our roles we must play. In total, we spent four hours together until we had to split and play our roles. So we greeted goodbye.

Today is my bday, and to celebrate i decided to publish one of the many stories i wrote due to the results of soul searching. Jum was the first to give me feedback, and he praised the cleverness of the style, and the uniqueness of the stories. However there were some parts which were confusing he told me i ought to change, so i did. Im really proud of that piece.

Now the stories are a long story, however all i can say is it is a part of a project im working on called Three (III), which will be a collection of short stories. I have a lot in mind, and many that follows on with the one i published today, i cant say no more, only that i have too much to do.

Im 19 today, Sixth Aunt was asking of my future (as always). She heard i do magic, and was very good at it too; i told her i wasnt good, but only been working on it for four years. Even though she seems interested in the concept called magic, she disproves of it as a job, or a proper job to the least. I did my explaining, but you know the saying: "Cant teach an old dog new tricks.". So what can you do? And in speaking of magic, before me and Dad went to watch that new Jackie Chan movie - Shinjuku Incident, we went to this place called the Spagetti house and had italian stuff (for the second time). I told him my plan with magic, that i want to take it seriously, and hopefully go somewhere with it. Like before, his tactic of "One year limit" for progress/good results/money still applied. Though he approved, he still doesnt want me to do that long term. For now, i'll have to take my chances and word tap dance with this wolf. Other than that, im on my own. However, it kinda makes me smile, this one year limit. If in one year i dont go nowhere then i know at least im in the wrong. All i need to do is earn some money, that will get him off my back.

And about that movie - fucking badass im telling you. When that comes out on DVD, i swear ima gonna get it. There was a part where Jackie was speaking to his girlfriend, when she asked him about going to Tokyo for work, she thought he would be displeased, but he told her "If you have dreams, then go for it.". I felt like crying.

Finally the ending of all good news, my Dad told me i have the option of chosing to leave on the 7th due to the ticket rejection because there was no more spaces left on the next changed date and time, so i'll have to stick to the previous one (the 7th); or i can stay with him til the 21st. Naturally, after being stuck here without magic, my heart new what to say. I called up Jum asking about his time schedule, luckily he has holiday. So theres that, i will be returning on the 8th. I told my Mom about my magic, she goes theres enough people working at the shop, so i dont need to come back. So...oooh yeah!

PS - I bought a pack of standard index Wynn playing cards, and fricking....even though it somewhat dissapointed me, its still a piece of art. The Jumbo ones are better. The quality on the ones i bought felt even worse than the Tally-Ho's im using.

PS Two (lulz) - Officially Three months in HK. God DAMN!!

Its nearing 4:30AM, so technically its the next day right now, but because i havent slept, it is still day seventyone; just got back from nearly an hour of talking to Jum on the phone while i was outside sitting at this store stand where they got boxes placed outside for some reason. We talked about a lot, mainly our views on recent times. Many business plans, and received good news too that i may have a performing place at this charity event next month on the 2nd - of whom one of the customers at the resturant (whom i hang with too) told Jum. Told him some of my plans, including one for SP, he was impressed. Cant speak more, or it will go too far.

On with today. Spent most of my time still helping out just like yday, today we did a lot of cleaning, and that was about it for our jobs. Dad comes back tomoz (or when i wake up), and its my bday too, got a lot of stuff to get through.

And stuff.