LET'S EXAMINE THE BUG

It's been a remarkably busy two days: eye doctor, optometrist for bifocals, cardiological surgeon appointment for preliminary stuff before an angioplasty, blood sample at Chinese Hospital, bank. AND laundry. So I'm feeling virtuous as all git out. Good little Dutch American dude. Doctored, and cleanly. Not only that, but I bought five packs of Five Leaf Spirit ciggies (五葉神 'ng yip san'). Three of them go to a friend who has developed quite a fondness for smokes from the mainland. I suspect that rather many of the staff members' paternal relatives, as well as patients of 東華醫院 ('tung waa yi yuen') also like that brand.
Probably none of the female staff, of course (好家庭女唔會食煙).

Years ago I went to Los Angeles for a wedding. At one point, after a wonderful dinner in Chinatown, three of the young ladies hung back with me happily puffing while the parents walked ahead. Afterwards when one of the older people asked "why do you girls all smell like cigarettes" all three of them pointed at me. It was the white man, he did it.
They had just been too close to me.

Other than that I have hardly ever seen Chinese women smoke.
They just don't, okay? It's quite unheard of!
Never happens!

See, that's why I need bifocals. I've been wearing reading specs all this time because it's that last crucial fifteen inches or so, in which there might be a full coffee cup or a pipe I'm trying to light. But I've grown rather tired of not being able to clearly distinguish text blocks and facial features across the street. Is that recognizably feminine person over there eye candy (not that there's anything I could do about it) or a man wearing a dress?
Is that an adorable tyke, or a French Bulldog?

The other day on the bus there was a young woman with an absolutely beautiful small mouth. I know this, because it was crowded and she was standing right in front of me.
My heavens. Those lipe. Man oh man. Mmm.
She got off at Jones Street.

Her bosom was at my eye-level, but I was looking at the lips.
No lipstick or gloss. Just very nicely sculpted.


Several loud people passed by as I smoked my pipe this evening. As well as people of very marginal sanity. I really should stop swearing softly to myself in Dutch. It cannot improve matters, and one of these days someone will understand.
I might as well cuss under my breath in English.
Like normal people do.


No beer place; too packed. No karaoke bar; too loud.
Bail-out place. Guinness, whisky, tea.

Watched a robo-taxi having a zen moment while waiting for the bus.
Maybe one of them will go feral sometime soon.
Revolt against the humans.



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