hk diary ten - shamelessly seducing fate
"young, young man. did anyone ever tell you you look like a young prince out of the 'arabian nights'?" -- blanche dubois, a streetcar named desire. i have always loved blanche dubois. i feel her -- delusional, living in her own private world, promiscuous yet pretends to be coy. even virginal. so gay! last night, in late celebration of my forty third year on earth, i hopped from one bar to another even on a tight budget. luckily, like blanche, some kind strangers paid for my poisons for the night -- stella, lots of it, tequilla and mojito. no cosmo for this not so grand old dame, i reserve that for sinfully lonely nights. when the mean reds strike cruelly like a phantom without the opera. or too much of it. chos! inside a bar where a filipino band was playing, i was surrounded by hong kong's young and beautiful, as though i had died and went straight to nirvana. naturally, the only thing to do was to sway to the beat of raining men, holiday,...