Pfelelep blog

english translation:

1 month seeing museum's painting, with old-friendly's experts.

1 month with my mom'. Enough said

Boy, what a month!

english translation:
1 month

1 month killing zombies/terrorsts/aliens, wireless-style, on wide screen, with top-skilled-partners.

1 month cooking and finger-eating delicious stuff (even a Steak tartare)

1 month talking about sex and telling dirty jokes, laughing my ass off.

english translation:
it's there, I can feel him... He's just...
...THERE!
Nothing? I was sure that...
F**C! He was behind me! There, I gotcha. Now, the way is clear ; just this corridor and....
GODDAMNITYAIYAI!AREYOUNUTS?I'MPLAYINGDOOM3YOUSCAREDTHSHITOUTOFME'GONNAKILLYA!

english translation:
in just 2 weeks...
...no less than 4 different girls...
...slept in my room...
..and opened the shutters right in front of my neighbour.

...too bad I wasen't in my bed with them in those very moments.
"I told you, a girl a day, I SAW those creatures!"
"and he's married with a foreigner, my, my, my..."

english translation It's already one month, a whole month that we moved, we left the small island of LAMMA, the small house with small garden, my small bounty, quack of paradise that I liked so much. 10 days with intense packaging period with many " haaann my yellow-platic-duck , where should I arrange it? in the cardboard box " bath toys "? Or in the cardboard box " sex-toys"? , 10 days during which one wonders how one could live with as many tricks that one does not even remember to have bought nor used one day. "We 're gonna need more cardboard boxes" The happy pet's owners and friends will not contradict me undoubtedly if I tell the true part of pleasure which was the emprisonnement in cage of our cats, which had measuring rod very well what occurred and like so much to be made encaged in a gray plastic box which smells the cat's wee. Between the mewings and the desperate blows of claws as they feels the slaughter-house… "I KNOW you don't like it and I DON'T CARE! Now get into that fu***ng cage!" … we just close for the last time the sheet door of the house, repressing a small tear by thinking of the beach that I leave. Admittedly there were 2 months of rain not-stop, moisturing which rots the linen, the walls which mildew and the centipedes which come to take refuge under the pillow; but all that is finished. "Can't believe it's SUNNY NOW!!!!!" (good weather fixes on all hongkong since qu' one left, grrr…) The last voyage in ferry, 30 minutes of happiness to feel last once the spray, fuel oil, as much familiar odors which I will also miss. "Smells strange, doesn't it?"
"I know, Yaiyai just peed in her vomit" To return downtown, in the family apartment of Waiyim, in Tseung Kwan O, residential district ZUP-style containing buildings of 38 floors, even for a guy from Paris like me, that always impressing. "Yeaaahh, back in my place!"
"yeaaaaaahhh..." Return in the apartment thus, where neither the song of the birds, nor the gracious flight of the butterflies will rock us more. Nature, is like capri, is finished. Bouh. "Yeaaahhh, let's open the carboard boxes again... OMG! There was a centipede inside!" (to be followed)