[Taking advantage of a clear, autumn afternoon, Hong Kong has decided to set up a somewhat makeshift easel on the porch and can be found:

a) Painting. And yep, it's not porn for a change. There are several painted wall scrolls hanging up to dry around the porch, of everything traditional from dragons and tigers to cranes, Mandarin ducks and fish. ( Read more... )

[Guess what? Yet another victim of the ten year bazooka. And of course it's gone horribly wrong. This time it's Hong Kong and he's been sent right back to the 1700's. At this time, he was very little other than a mostly barren island with very few inhabitants, most of whom were industrious farmers and fishermen of ethnic origin, boat people, and ( Read more... )

[Having received a pretty huge crate in the mail, Hong Kong's found himself with a slightly troublesome new pet to take care of. Throughout the morning, passersby or neighbours would probably have heard the odd banging or crashing noise coming from 767 Bunker Street, which could easily just be blamed on Shiro or Charles, but still, they've been ( Read more... )

[Anyone who knows Hong Kong well enough, will probably know he's a Bruce Lee fan and today is his hideous dream come true... Sort of. He now basically thinks he is like Kato from the Green Hornet. Yes, he's a sidekick, but everyone knows he was the real star bro.

He's now dressed like this and is pretty much unbeatable at hand to hand combat and ( Read more... )

[Having been to the post office earlier that day, in the early evening Hong Kong can be found sat on the porch of 767 Bunker Street holding a gaohu, basically a modern Cantonese development of the erhu, with a higher pitch, held differently and smaller in size.

He hasn't started to play anything properly yet, only sits there quietly tuning it, with ( Read more... )

[The morning after his and Charles' deaths, Hong Kong awakens in the master bedroom of 767 Bunker Street. The room is still in the same ripped apart state that the hazmats left it in and his hands tense around the torn and shredded duvet as he looks around.

After a while, he reaches out to pick up the phone on the bedside table to make a call, but ( Read more... )

So, a friend of mine has put on weight. What should he do to get rid of it? [ahh the tried and tested friend method, again. yeah, he knows it's not gonna work.]

...You know, without actually cutting back on what he eats in the slightest or exercising any more than usual. [yeah, he's motivated] They are fond of those parasitic worm diets in my house-

( Read more... )

[Friday afternoon and twenty-four hours of droning later, Hong Kong wakes up in an unfamiliar bed with absolutely no recollection of just how he got there.

He hesitantly gets up and upon further inspection of the room, he immediately recognises it as next door.]

What the-- How'd I get in here?

[After a good look around he'll eventually make his way ( Read more... )

[Some might have noticed Hong Kong has been spending nearly all of his time in his room since the Moon Festival on Wednesday night. Thursday and Friday he didn't go to school and he hasn't been outside at all so far this weekend either.]

...I think I've come down with something.

I'm very sick and it's very very contagious so it's probably best if I ( Read more... )

[Tomorrow night is the Moon Festival and 768 Bunker Street is being made up accordingly.

If anyone happens to venture into the kitchen, they'll find some very pretty and colourful (he likes things to be bright okay) moon cakes put out ready. As well as these ones... Not that brodad will know what they are currently, but still, he's way too used to ( Read more... )