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Friday, April 17, 2009

China to Kuala Lumpur

I walk into the huge new airport terminal; the sign above the door says Domestic departures. I am at Xianshan airport in Huangzhou. I had been in a bus for 1,5 hours, dreaming away about how I rescue people from a plane crash. Being awarded millions of dollars by the airline company in return and spending my days on my own deserted island afterwards. It is only until I walk up to the information desk that I am reminded that I am still in China. It has been six weeks already. China. Everybody is... Sign in to see full entry.

Emperor Eeiuw

Long long very long ago, there was once a very rude, uneducated and inpolite teenager who never said sorry, named Eeiuw. He was a frustrated teenager cause his parents were poor and he did not enjoy any luxuries some of the rich children of his age did. When he turned eighteen, he, just like his father, his brothers, his uncle, his other uncle, his grandfather and great grandfather, joined the army. In the army everybody seemed equal and he did not feel frustrated anymore. It were the happiest... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Shanghai Ferry

There I was, naked and content, cruising along the Japanese coast watching the hills and towns pass by. Already had it been 35 hours on this cruise boat from Shanghai to Osaka and I was glad to see that we had reached Japan. The night before had been horrific and enormously bumpy. When the ship was leaving the Shanghai port I was reading the Shanghai Post and on the front page it said 'Typhoon hits Taiwan, this weekend it will arrive in Shanghai'. Not thinking about it to much for another hour... Sign in to see full entry.

Poem.

Waves rocking in one direction grasping for the sky. Their effort vanishing in gushes of wet paint. He acts like a saint, I feel like a saint. The boat stirs slowly, no speed. A bird dances following their lead. So do I, So do I A void, avoid, oooh Void. There is stillness in the chaos. So it is, so is it. It is ready. It is readable in the sun: who is screaming, while we are not listening. Ever indiscreet I feast upon the beauty that is ever present reluctant to show itself in moments of... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Monk Cremation

It wasn't the first time I was asked by the head-Monk to join him on a trip to somewhere. And never did he tell me where we were going. This time it wasn't any different. Sitting in the back of the car I did not ask either where we were going or what were going to do. Like always; he told me 15 minutes before we should leave, and most of the times while I was still having breakfast, that he wanted me to join him on a visit to another temple. Although sometimes I had other things planned;... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Fillipino tradition

You could have been reading a very funny column about cockfights. How every Sunday Philipinos are sizing up each others cocks. A column about the best method to fluff up your cock and who has the best cock of the Philippines. But your not. Cause the second I set eyes on the fighting arena, the hustle and bustle, the yelling and shouting and the adrenaline and testosterone that you could almost taste in the air; I fell in love. I fell in love with one of the great traditions of the Philippines:... Sign in to see full entry.

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