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Weekly Photo Challenge: Lunchtime

15 Mar

Nothing could be better than dining with family, munching and crunching on each other’s pests. Having a grand old time.

As to what goes into this lunch; I’m certain a keen eye and a well developed sense of what should stay on the body and should not.  Unfortunately to show what is actually being eaten for this particular lunch, I would have to get dangerously close.

These monkeys aren’t the friendly, take-a-photo-of-me kind. Once after taking a photo, a large one that had teeth this big, pursued me, and stole my crackers.

Henceforth I kept my distance. But still doesn’t it look like the ideal meal?

Family Meal

my atypical affair

9 Mar

She casually applied a bright shade of red lipstick and said coldly, “You’re not boring, I’ll give you that.” But still she tapped her foot impatiently.

“It was never in my list of attributions,” he smirked and uncorked a bottle of 1985 Pinot Noir, “You enjoy dry wine?”

“Mmmm, yes,” she took a sip and nodded in appreciation, “But not my favourite.”

He glanced down at the bottle. An expensive bottle, blinked and sighed in resignation, “Unreadable. I’ll give you that.”

“Good. That’s my goal.”

She’s playing it cool, but in reality her heart is beating as fast as a team of wild horses. If he  had bothered to look closer at her, he’d have noticed her hands fidgeting and shaking. But his ego was scorned and now he would give anything to have the upper hand in what was going on. After all, he was supposed to be the unreadable one. 

“I called you.”

“I know you did,” he said and flicked open his lighter, lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

She shoved her hands in her pockets, took a step back, hesitated and finally choked out, “I didn’t know you smoked.”

He pulled the collar up around to his chin, creating an even greater barrier between them, “There’s a lot you don’t know.”

“I see.”

A gust of wind blew her auburn hair in her eyes, she brushed it away thoughtlessly. He would have given anything to be the one to do that a few days ago. But that was then. This is now.

“What happened with this?” she asked and motioned with her hand between the two of them.


Perhaps the couple above got things sorted. Perhaps they didn’t. Both were wrapped in themselves, caring too much about their own appearance and not focusing on the other. Both wanted to fast-forward past the awkward bits. She wants him to be madly in love with her but isn’t willing to compromise her feelings and vis versa. Their pride got in the way. 


I’ve come to notice a few things about myself and relationships. How they begin, how they end. I’ve realized that it closely resembles my connection, my affair if you will, with writing.  The ups and the downs. They both follow the same pattern.

We meet. I play coy. We hit it off. We hang out for a while. Slowly growing closer. But then I drift off, lose interest and by the same token, so does he. We were never very close to begin with anyways, so it shouldn’t really matter. But in the end, I’m still hurt, needy, just a tad and I wonder why it happened at all in the first place.

And so it’s the same with my writing, my poetry and my blogging. We meet. I play coy. We hit it off. Again slowly growing closer. I hang on to it for a while, but then I lose interest, commitment. I drift off. Our “closeness” was only ever an illusion anyways, so it shouldn’t really matter. But at the end of the day, I’m needy, I wonder what went wrong. Why did we drift so far apart?

Effort. Patience. That’s what’s lacking. Like with the couple first written about, the effort and the simple pure fact that pride overrides the want for “something more”. As with my relationships, I’ve always given my pride a cushy pillow, and taken the short cuts to success.

Not really concerned with if it were to be read by anyone. I didn’t (and still don’t) care whether it would flow or make any continuous sense. I wrote what I thought should be written. Perhaps baring myself to bare. I write based on a pattern discovered in Hollywood.

Actresses who show their top nude are more likely to win an Oscar

Attempting to get recognition the fast way. Anyone who knows anything about relationships would tell me that things take time. I want writing and I to hit the big time the fast way. Just like I want a relationship to happen with the snap of my fingers.

No waiting involved.

Upon further examination; where the couple above “forgot” to mention their want or need for each other, they could have admitted a little “human”ness about them. Instead the situation could have gone something like this:


“If I were to tell you, that you’re amazing,” she took a deep breath, “what would you say?”

“I would say, you’re quite amazing yourself,” he whispered and gently clasped her hand.

And then this would happen:

love affair


Pure and simple.


Embracing The…

28 Mar

Tourist in you.

Every where I’ve traveled in my life has been amazing in their own special ways (duh) and each of those places have at least one thing in common, I try not to look like a camcorder foreigner. In other words the western traveler who feels the need to photograph and video everything that you see. Some of my best friends are these people and while I love them to pieces, I put off my “touristy” tendencies until the last possible moment. 

BUT…I was in Hong Kong for the second time in my life and had to make the most of my less-than-48-hour-stay there. So, out came the camera and I became Tourist Tricia. You either go all out or not at all. So I wore my cool camera with pride and took pictures and videos of everything! Why is there only one photo on this post then? I choose to only put two up…so deal with it and read my words instead of skipping to the photos! 

Just kidding, but seriously.

The food:

Cold noodles in a bag, with some squid seaweed and cow intestine. Don’t let my description turn your stomach, it was actually very good! Like a white-cause-seafood pasta that had been in the fridge and now you’re eating it as left-overs.

Octopus. NOT RAW! I’ll try almost anything once, but I haven’t been able to eat raw sushi yet. You know the saying “Tastes like chicken”? Grilled octopus, tastes like extremely chewy chicken. 

Fish Balls on a skewer. These are really nothing special, probably the most western thing I ate. Apart from the smoothie.

Smoothie. Made fresh with mango and dragon fruit right in front of me. Drinking it was like eating the fruit in liquid form and my taste-buds just couldn’t get enough of this kind of delicious. 

Kowloon Island, Hong Kong is full of Hostels, small boutiques, restaurants, and other different types of things that you have to see for yourself. I loved it there both the first time and even this second time. What  I don’t like is the fact that my curly hair becomes a huge frizz-ball almost immediately stepping off the plane. Nothing I do changes the fact! And the Oceanic-type wind doesn’t help it either. 

Seriously though, if that’s the only thing to complain about and I wasn’t trying to impress anyone with my looks, then this place is awesome. The breeze is pure oxygen, unlike in some cities (Beijing), everyone has a working knowledge of the English language and are very friendly. I met a couple while walking to the Visa office who instead of just pointing me in a direction, took me directly there. 

Now, I stayed in Chung King Mansions, a notorious assortment of Hostels, Pawn shops, Money exchange shops and even the occasional Indian Restaurant. I had no idea there was such a huge Indian community here. Almost everyone is trying to sell you something, from a date to a tailor-made suit. Its a little overwhelming but its an experience you must have. My friend describes Chung King as the place where “the third world is consolidated into a 20 story building.” I didn’t believe him at first and then I got there…

But the place I stayed in (Apple Hostel) was nice, clean, small and perfect for one night. I was able to watch some grainy TV, wash my face in a five-inch sink and pass out. 

All-in-all? A successful break from the busy reality that is my life in Beijing. My only regret would be that I wish I could have stayed there a little longer you know?

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