Where I screamed to utter perfection while being hoisted up and down in Shot Drop.

Where I tumbled over, made to hang over my head for a good two seconds and then turned over and over like there is no tomorrow at the Samchulli Land Top Spin.

And rode the roller coaster that shook my head, my teeth and everything about me.

Who can’t say, at age 35, you can’t play?

Proven better than Hong Kong Disneyland and Ocean Park combined!

There is no go-cart small enough for a kid to fit himself in.

A child is a child is a child.

He is 12-years old.

When I must.

Like this.

Makes you break out into a smile, eh?

I wonder if dear old uncle thought it too way back his time. Maybe he did. Surely he did.

Their serving of the spaghetti bolognese was gargantuan. (isang bandehado!)

The souffle (pronounced so full) arrived way past dessert time. (my friend walked out.)

I don’t know if I am coming back but I did enjoy reading their memu.

If only the Israelis can follow a simple traffic sign, we wouldn’t be protesting.

My friend got tested for HIV a few days ago.

I accompanied him to the clinic. We made sure he was prepped. His bf from far away made sure he got his be-happy sweets to cool down his nerves. He was ready in many ways despite his resentment towards the use of needles.

His bravery and preparedness made me smile that day. He even told me he was ready to make the necessary arrangements should he come out positive. He will have a drum and bugle show… LOLS, funny twink!

Tests like this one can be scary but are just as important. We both agreed.

He tested negative.

Somewhere in Kowloon Park one will find an interactive museum. Interactive because you can touch the sculptures unlike all other museums. This sculpture of Newton is one that keeps me always wanting to look at it. And touch it.

And wonder why Eduardo decided to have his butt exposed?

A picture speaks a thousand numbers.

Wondering am I…

(Sighting at Repulse Bay, April 2010)