Cool headed
I got a haircut today. Similar shape and size as my usual cuts, but it looks neater. Guess the rumours are true and that haircuts in Hong Kong are better. I think this one was cheaper, too, but I didn't pay for it myself so I don't know for sure.
First of all, I must give thanks to the one who washed my afropuff before it was mowed. The shampoo was applied. I felt slender fingers stroke tenderly through my hair. They caressed my hair and massaged my head, then warm water rushed softly between the black mass. Some other viscous substance was applied, and the process was repeated. Finally, those nurturing fingers sensually located the pressure points on my head, and slowly squeezed the tension away. My scalp, neck, temples, and forehead were all thoroughly massaged (did I mention I was sensually massaged?). It was the best experience I've had in Hong Kong so far. At least in the physical department. If only those hands belonged to a woman rather than a young feminine man. But he was good at what he did, and for that I shall give him credit.
Not much to say about the haircut itself though.
During breakfast this morning, I puked a quarter of the meal right back onto the plate. I'm sure none of you wanted to read that. Once it was out, I was teary eyed, but an elevating calm overtook me, because I ate out and didn't have to clean up my own mess. I wonder how much my dad tipped them. But at least I had the decency to vomit into a piece of napkin. I should stop writing about my retching experience; I feel sick recalling the moment.
I talked to Casey the night before. He sounds fobbier. It was a good talk. Good ol' Casey. Can't wait to meet up with him in person. He told me the folks at his church play ball on Wednesday nights at Victoria Park. I've heard that Chinese triads hang out there when the night has come and the land is dark and the moon is the only natural light you'll see. So I don't want to go but I do want to go as well.
Oh, another interested thing happened. This Aussie was ordering tea at McD's near my place, and the cashier was answering in Chinese. She didn't speak a single word of English. The white guy turned to me immediately. Maybe I'm engulfed in a professional writer's aura, so he recognized a translator right away. I told the woman he wanted tea, and she brings him Nestea.
"Did you want hot tea or Nestea?" I inquired.
"It's ok. At least I'm not getting a 'McFlorry' instead of tea."
Personally, I'd prefer an icy cold McFlorry.
That concludes Jer Jer's Adventures for today. Until next time!
First of all, I must give thanks to the one who washed my afropuff before it was mowed. The shampoo was applied. I felt slender fingers stroke tenderly through my hair. They caressed my hair and massaged my head, then warm water rushed softly between the black mass. Some other viscous substance was applied, and the process was repeated. Finally, those nurturing fingers sensually located the pressure points on my head, and slowly squeezed the tension away. My scalp, neck, temples, and forehead were all thoroughly massaged (did I mention I was sensually massaged?). It was the best experience I've had in Hong Kong so far. At least in the physical department. If only those hands belonged to a woman rather than a young feminine man. But he was good at what he did, and for that I shall give him credit.
Not much to say about the haircut itself though.
During breakfast this morning, I puked a quarter of the meal right back onto the plate. I'm sure none of you wanted to read that. Once it was out, I was teary eyed, but an elevating calm overtook me, because I ate out and didn't have to clean up my own mess. I wonder how much my dad tipped them. But at least I had the decency to vomit into a piece of napkin. I should stop writing about my retching experience; I feel sick recalling the moment.
I talked to Casey the night before. He sounds fobbier. It was a good talk. Good ol' Casey. Can't wait to meet up with him in person. He told me the folks at his church play ball on Wednesday nights at Victoria Park. I've heard that Chinese triads hang out there when the night has come and the land is dark and the moon is the only natural light you'll see. So I don't want to go but I do want to go as well.
Oh, another interested thing happened. This Aussie was ordering tea at McD's near my place, and the cashier was answering in Chinese. She didn't speak a single word of English. The white guy turned to me immediately. Maybe I'm engulfed in a professional writer's aura, so he recognized a translator right away. I told the woman he wanted tea, and she brings him Nestea.
"Did you want hot tea or Nestea?" I inquired.
"It's ok. At least I'm not getting a 'McFlorry' instead of tea."
Personally, I'd prefer an icy cold McFlorry.
That concludes Jer Jer's Adventures for today. Until next time!
posted by J-FK at
7:45 PM
4 Comments:
haha thts sweet :D
i miss hk
LOL i want someone to massage my head too... too bad im not in hk right now.. dun worry next year! hehehe~ anyways, your dad must have tipped them big for them to clean up 1/4 of what they gave you in a disgusting form. Anyways, you should asked that aussie to give you a tip for being his translator! LOL. anyways, check your email once you see this. i want to talk to you about sundays practice's devo.. i have two ideas but dunno what to do =S anyways, check my thing cuz im updating pretty frequently.. maybe its because of work. i wonder when will blogger stop this comment. oh wellz. talk to you later =D
ahahahahahha so funny =D keep writing!! and no, i didn't forget angie's birthday... i just didn't realize i had two records of her birthday in my head. two birthdays for angie!! one on the 11th and on the 22nd! wahahaha..
jerry!! say hi to casey for me! and tell him that bethel misses him very very much! and you must come back soon! i have many many drawings i would like to show you but cant because my scanner isnt working.. two words: superboy balloons
oh. and it's decided: i'm going to parsons
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