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everybody wasn't kung-fu fighting

i hastily assumed that i was going to stay in the middle of Taipei - but alas, my hotel was way the hell out of nowhere. what a rip-off! no rickshaws, no spontaneous bursts of kung fu wars, no clotheslines hanging from highrise apartment windows...all i got to do was hang out and the country club in my beautiful suite and have (2) bathes and get free food. but i DID see an old man in a pointy hat squatting in a rice paddy. bonus points for the squatting.
and china airways wasn't so bad. on the way, i watched heaps of movies. Elektra (twice). Lemony Snickets (cute). Unfaithful (too many flashbacks), American Treasure (hate Nick Cage), Bride and Prejudice (ugh) and Closer (disarming). Mix random brutal honesty and hedonistic tendencies and 'Closer' is what you get. i liked Miss Portman's character. 'what's my euphemism?'. is it a cliche yet for the stripper to be the most honest/least deceptive one? or was it a metaphor? i have probably said this before. people who clamour for it the loudest, are the ones who can least accept it (speaking of truth/honesty). i hated everyone in that movie a little bit. the parts that i hate about myself. lying is stupid. have the guts to let someone hate you. stop staring at my chest asshole. you dropped the horizon line three times during our 2 minute conversation.

anyway, i'm in Port Coquitlam and it's lovely and QUIET. and they have an X-box. and sims.

1:13 p.m. - Apr. 22, 2005

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