Me And My Red Thongs!

I haven't been posting here lately because I am writing a book - Me and my Red Thongs!

The book is based on desperate and true stories of Wan Chai hookers from Southeast Asian countries. Therefore, in order to get the facts, details, and perspectives right, I am mostly hanging around Wan Chai every night. And yes, many a times I get to shag for free.

I intend to publish the book online, and free for everyone to read. Might take some time. But hey, keep checking this site oft and often.

Peace!


P.s. "Me" as in the hooker(s), and "Red Thongs" as in the life between their legs. No misunderstanding the title now, then.

Worried

Despite being a monk, I have always believed that Aung San Suu Kyi would be good and wild in bed. I mean I don't think she shares my carnal enthusiasm, but you know what I mean.

In the absence of any news from Burma (and even our levitation techniques cannot penetrate the censorship), I am a bit worried about her. I mean, house arrest aside, what else might they be doing to her? I can only wonder.

In the meantime, I can only see her sensual personality in one of her interviews with John Pilger on the Internet. Enjoy!



Forgive me for exposing my deep (and dark) desires.

Peace!

The Time Has Come!

Join me brother, and let us levitate, surf the astral plane, and point our astral machine guns at Burma's dictators.

Let us show them Hong Kong power. Come on, yea!

Peace. NOT!

Wrong Place Right Time

Just saw Elton in a Wan Chai girlie bar. Imagine that!

Peace.

A Deep Slumber

While I call it meditation, folks around me say I went into a four-month-long slumber. Perceptions being subjective, I brush off such remarks as trivial and the first thing I do is go to my Lord's abode.

"O Great Buddha," I say, "I, your humble servant, bow down at your lotus feet in anticipation of your divine blessings."

"Ha ha ha," the Giant Buddha laughs, "it sure has been a while... Wanker!" he says. "But I am having fun." He smiles. And then, gazing towards the empty cable cars rocking back and forth from the lifeless Ngong Ping 360 cables dangling in midair, the Giant Buddha chuckles, then cackles, and then bursts out in hysterical laughter.

"Wanker, my devoted pilgrim..." he says, "told you that Skyrail and Ngong Ping Village won't survive if they irritate me. You were unnecessarily worried and concerned. Now see? They have come to a standstill. And unless they appease me and apologize to me, they will become history." Once again, the Giant Buddha chuckles. I smile too.

Who wouldn't? And consider how embarrassing it must have been for the Hong Kong Tourism Board and Hong Kong administration when right before the 10^th anniversary of Hong Kong handover, the cable car system said its (almost) final goodbye to the Mainland China tourists eager to sit in From-Here-to-Hell cabins dangling on dangerous ropes.

Meanwhile, the New Lantao Bus Company established in 1973 is reaping huge profits out of cable-car-less and stranded tourists trying to reach the Giant (Tian Tan) Buddha. A quick look at Ngong Ping 360's website confirms this fact:



And sadly, from the unconfirmed reports I hear from fellow pilgrims, owners of businesses or enterprises in Ngong Ping Village are contemplating selling their businesses for peanuts as not enough visitors go there.

Well, one of Tung's (First Chief Executive of Hong Kong - His Highness Mr. Tung Chee-hwa) time bomb, as dear friend Ron's friend Hemlock says.

Peace.

My Lord's Humble Abode

Brother Boyd, friend of Brother Ron, has edited a beautiful video of Giant Buddha - My Lord's humble abode. Please enjoy my surroundings:



Peace.

PS: Video Credits - AIRBOYD

Kung Hei Fat Choi!

Wish y'all a very Happy and Prosperous New Year!

Peace.

PS: For this once, I will keep my wisecracks to myself, but "Year of the Pig" has me rolling on the floor. Fortunately, I am not a "pig," but a "dog." Equally bad, huh?

Shaved

A late night stroll outside the monastery, I met some gwaipos. Upon seeing me, they started giggling and whispering; and a curious-type from amongst them approached me.

"Why do you shave your head?" she asked me.

"It is necessary, and part of our belief-system," I told her.

"Do you also shave your pubic hairs?" she asked me boldly.

"There is only one way you can find that out," I said as I stared at her huge breasts.

Right now, the three of them are taking a shower in my living quarters as I write this. It seems that tonight I will have to meditate on their bodies and cleanse them. Better yet, I will revirginize them.

Peace.

I Am An A*shole!

Sorry for the lack of posts, but I am busy and I will soon be rich!

Peace.

Season's Greetings

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Like Buddha, Jesus too was supposed to be a messenger of God. At least, that's what we are led to believe.

In fact, some conspiracists claim that both Buddha and Jesus (and for that matter even Mohammed) are one and the same, and the divine body is buried somewhere atop the Himalayan mountains.

Who cares? Anyway, enjoy your holidays and have fun.

Peace.

PS: I am sorry for the lack of posts. But I am meditating on an important topic - Why are women so mischievous?