Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Lost in translation

Strangeness surrounds me. It is quite remarkable to experience foreign language, specially when you can't understand a single word, either spoken or written. I have barely talked to anyone at the airport today. I'm stuck in Hong Kong for ten hours. There is no long or short hour. The rate of ticking of the clock does not change and yet the moment seem to be passing by oh so slowly. Relativity? Perhaps or it is more like that I'm bored outta my fuckin mind.

I've taked two showers but I'm itching like I haven't showered in days. Maybe it is the foreign soap or water. It is hard being out of your element. It is hard not being able to talk to someone at the level you are accustomed to. It sucks. It really does. Talking in sign language to the cleaning lady was an adventure in itself but nevertheless she was helpful. It doesn't matter what I asked her but the fact that she tried hard to help me matters. Bitch.


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While I restlessly layed in bed, an idea for a book popped up in my head. '
'Confessions of a flight attendant' ... so watch out
.

Monday, February 07, 2005

Hanging it up (well almost)

Ah! Ya too rude
Oh what a rat race
Oh what a rat race
This is the rat race
Some a lawful, some a bastard, some a jacket
Oh what a rat race, rat race
Some a gorgan, some a hooligan, some a guine-gog
In this rat race, yeah!
Rat race
I'm singing
When the cats away
The mice will play
Political voilence fill ya city
Yea-ah!
Don't involve Rasta in your say say
Rasta don't work for no C.I.A.
Rat race, rat race, rat race
When you think is peace and safety
A sudden destruction
Collective security for surety
Yeah!
Don't forget your history
Know your destiny
In the abundance of water
The fool is thirsty
Rat race, rat race, rat race
Oh it's a disgrace to see the
Human-race in a rat race, rat race
You got the horse race
You got the dog race
You got the human-race
But this is a rat race, rat race
(Bob Marley)

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Bob Marley, born February 6, 1945

Just so you know Mr. Marley, on my drive to rat race this morning, I shed a tear for you.

Rasta don't work for no CIA ... Posted by Hello
"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our mind..."