Thursday, 29 October 2015

days of being (in the) wild


my soul left hong kong two years ago but it still often comes up in conversation, usually with me saying 'yeah it was crazy' without further explanation followed by a credit length run of [uncomfortable laughter and/or short spasms] as the person i'm talking to tries to figure out if i'm sincere or deranged. tell me this isn't crazy:
  • working 48 hours straight, finally breaking down at 3am and hailing a cab home. worst is when you try to find solace in others they will out-work you like 'well i worked 118 hours this week/haven't eaten since monday/fucked up a billion dollar sale' and you know what they've said is true, because this is hong kong.
  • hiking to the infinity pool in man cheung po, it was crazy/beautiful.
  • walking into a drug deal and the buyer pretending i was his friend so the dealer wouldn't murder me. juan de ablo (the fake name juan de ablo who clearly looked more like a 'dante' or 'levi' gave) probably wouldn't have murdered me because he also carried pizza deliveries on his vespa. people with vespas take you on romantic dates through the cobblestones of rome before convincing you to take the place of their singing collaborator at the italian music awards and despite what was sabotage, helps you actualise the confidence you have within.
  • going to all the concerts phoenix/jamesblake/justin bieber/every other musician who landed in hong kong because one of my greatest friends was always given free tickets by his superiors to compensate how little he was paid for his actual job.
  • being genuinely joyful and laughing on shoots with diane von fursteberg, olivier rousting, and other super inspirations i met.
  • allowing a girl i crossed paths with once to crash at my apartment for the night. she ended up staying for four days, taking my headphones and a few hundred dollars when she reluctantly left. months later police call in and i find out she's a homeless runaway amongst other things i can not repeat.
  • have you ever been to mongkok on a saturday? 'yeah, crrrrrrrrazy.'
  • falling sick for three months.
  • spending several consecutive days on a yacht with a friend island hopping. it was like groundhog day, some days we picked up his acquaintances at central pier but would do the exact same things, visit the same places, eat the same food, at the same time. lots of writers and investors talking scripts and real estate, and when they didn't have anything else to say they would ask me if i have ever thought about dating someone the age of my dad and being able to travel wherever i want without financial worry. which prompted me to throw up overboard and give an answer at the same time.
  • rats and cockroaches everywhere/running over your feet most days.
  • being cyber bullied by a then 28-year-old kindergarten teacher who majored in psychology or something that makes you think she isn't mentally unstable. i've never met her. i got messages from her through every channel on the internet. who cyber bullies someone 10 years younger than them? who cyber bullies aimee? i pick up rubbish at the beach? i'm just a kid? that was traumatizing but weird, treird?
  • have you seen pictures of hong kong?
  • chilling with michelin star chefs and making food for them after they fed me some of the most amazing wonders on earth.
  • i was playing basketball. i tripped. my knee got hurt. then infected. i ended up going to hospital a week later, chauffeured in a maybach belonging to a stranger who heard from the restaurant table next to mine that my knee was purple and gold and starting to accumulate moss-like substance. he came after my friend and i as we left halfway through the meal, 'you should take my car' and signaled for his driver to pull up in front of us before disappearing behind the noren.
unless this happens to everyone and i'm just a wide-eyed country bumpkin who's simple and plain and loves Jesus and thinks this is crazy.

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

moons ago


i saw before me people rushing left and right, putting one dish after another on a round table. i was sitting on my grandfather's bed, my coat was big and puffy and kept me upright even though i kind of wanted to lie down. my aunties and uncle would smile at me as they walked by. i would smile back. i couldn't help it—when they smiled their bodies sheened a gold light so beautiful, i was forced to react with joy.

after the meal my aunties and uncle took me to watch a movie. they were definitely young and irresponsible because we ended up in the theatre of a horror film. i couldn't take it and put myself to sleep instead. my aunt woke me up as everyone was exiting the cinema. my entourage discussed the film as i trailed behind them on the walk after. they wondered if i'll have nightmares, before all agreeing in good humour they'll probably be more affected than me. no traffic was on the street and we stopped to admire the sunlight in the middle of a five way intersection. they laughed when they saw me squinting as the sun shone directly in my eye, and formed a wall to block the rays. i looked up at them, backlit—is this the defining moment of my life? have i experienced all the love and beauty this world has to offer already? how do i remember this moment?

i knew one of my aunties had a camera with her, and asked her if i could take a photo of them. my aunty thought i wanted a photo, and told me to move two steps to my right. ugh. talking when you're two is exhausting. i ask again to take a photo of them. they discussed whether it was safe to let me hold the camera, before finally handing it to me. i looked through the view finder. they shouted encouragements as i waited for them to stop shouting encouragements.

'one'

they stopped moving.

'two'

one of my aunties smiled.

'three'

everyone else remained stoic.

*click*

Saturday, 3 October 2015