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Since my return to Hong Kong, I have received some good news, some bad news, and some puzzling news. In reverse order:
Puzzling:
We have found out (and confirmed via reputed kennels and some tests) that Hugo is part wolf. Actually, quite a *huge* part, so to speak. Funnily, Hong Kong Government has given him a dog's license.
Wanker has returned with odd and unusual desires and wishes.
And I have solved most of this (and Nude King's) site's problems. Hopefully, now I will be able to post everyday. Models change on Wednesday, so hurry up with your votes.
Cheers!
I could not update pictures of models or girlies during this week. And I couldn't write any other posts, or stories.
Well, Hugo (as well as my health) has a firm grip on my life (these days). And I am almost on the verge of being hospitalized (again).
Anyway, until I recuperate, you can read some short posts at Nude King. And I expect to update the pictures of Model of the Week by tomorrow.
Sorry for the delay and thank you for your kind support.
Cheers!
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My wife has a soft spot for dogs. No, that is an understatement. She has an extremely soft spot for dogs. Particularly, the abandoned or abused pet dogs. So when one of her friends told her about how a neighbor (her friend's neighbor) was abusing a dog and how it seemed like they didn't want that dog (anymore), my wife and Mrs. Ng decided to "rescue" that dog.
They (my wife and Mrs. Ng) asked my permission, and I didn't mind, as our house is big enough to accommodate one more dog (we already have three dogs). And I was under the impression that they were talking about a small puppy.
So imagine my surprise, when, on Friday evening, a huge animal ran towards me as I parked the car. Words like "Holy Shit!" immediately came to my mind as I stepped out of the car and saw the beast.
Yes, our "new family member" is a Siberian Husky, and a "special breed among Siberian Huskies." The American Kennel Club refers to Siberian Husky as "a medium-sized working dog." And yes, normally, Siberian Huskies are supposed to be medium-sized. But not this fella. Even in his own pedigree, he is supposed to be the odd one. Like say, the Arnold Schwarzenegger among Siberian Husky dogs who is totally dependent on steroids.
For starters, I noticed that our "new family member" is almost three feet tall. Therefore, automatically disqualified according to American Kennel Club. American Kennel Club's standards insist that a Siberian Husky should not be over 23.5 inches. Else, he is disqualified. While AKC doesn't talk about the length, here is a rough measurement of our new "sad and abused" friend: He is almost 4.5 feet long (excluding tail). And while I was talking about the height (almost three feet tall); I was measuring the fella from ground to his withers. Throw in his long neck, face, and sharp-pointed ears; you are talking about a dog that is 3.5 feet tall, at the least.
We have a big dog - Beethoven, a German Shepherd. But this beast is taller and bigger than Beethoven is. Are we having fun yet?
Of course, our house is big enough to accommodate "the (new) beast" (I prefer to call him that). And I told my wife that perhaps, her friend's neighbor was abusing him or abandoning him because their (the friend's neighbor's) house would be one of those average apartments (800 ~ 1000 sq. ft. you see all over Hong Kong). Throw in the furniture and stuff in such a small apartment; and the beast would hardly have any space to stretch his legs. No wonder they were fed up with him.
In any case, the ugly wound on the beast's back (midway near the spinal cord), was proof enough that his previous owners abused him and wanted to get rid of him. But why would they do that to such a handsome (yes, the beast does look handsome and has peculiar eyes - a unique mark of Siberian Husky - one blue and one brown eye) but abnormally huge dog (even by normal Siberian Husky standards)?
It took me only five minutes to "Google" and find out the reason(s): Obedient Attitude - NOT! (Read the entire page. Definitely disheartening. Even for a big-dog lover like me). And, "So... You Want a Siberian Husky?"
My wife and Mrs. Ng were a bit disheartened after I told them what we were looking at (the new beast). But the soft spot in their hearts did not melt, and they kept telling me how I, the best trainer of dogs in the world (yes, I have trained many dogs and I too love dogs), would be able to overcome all the hurdles and train the beast. Wishful thinking? Yes! But it's a challenge to my credibility as well.
"What should we call him?" my wife asked. The previous owners called him 'Dai Kau' (which, in Cantonese, means 'big dog'. And aptly so). I thought for a while and said, "Hugo!" Everyone, including my wife, kids, Mrs. Ng, and the maids liked that name. So well, now he is Hugo.
Anyway, the main reason I wrote this post is mostly related to the fact that I might not be able to update (though I will update the models) See Lai and Nude King often (for a week or so). As whatever free time I have, will be occupied in training Hugo.
In fact, during the last two days, I have spent all my time with Hugo. And he is young, energetic, strong, and full of stamina. Whereas I am old, tired, and lazy. So we aren't like-minded buddies, but I have managed to teach him three commands in two days - "Sit," "Stay," and "Shut Up!" Yes, Siberian Huskies believe they are gifted singers, and they constantly make some noise (Read the "Noise" part in the second link [above]: 'Obedient Attitude - NOT').
Somehow, Hugo has realized that I don't think he is Luciano Pavarotti (who, I believe, is equally irritating and noisy). And for now, Hugo is willing to let-go his temptation of entertaining me. More later, when I have some time.
Note: Sorry about the poor quality of pictures. Hugo doesn't like to sit (or stand) still, not even for one second. Yes, I am tired! I really don't know who is more "sad and abused." Hugo or me?
Cheers!
Sneezing, coughing, and sick, I surf the Internet. Nothing holds my interest for more than three seconds. For I am sick. And Count Chan, my terrorizing specialist surgeon, has given me twenty more pills a day (adds up to 84) so that I don't suffer rejection (of my last year's transplant).
If I am to believe Wan Ker-sin, this is the result of my past actions. Yes, I must have pissed off a lot of people in my past life. And the result is terrible. I wouldn't wish this on an enemy. Let those who cursed me in past life go to hell! There! Now I feel better.
Anyway, will post girlies tomorrow. Or perhaps upload models. How many days have we been doing the current models' round? Can anyone tell me? My brains are clouded with phlegm.
Nonetheless, I will still say...
Cheers!
Update March 03: Further to avid reader Mayer's email directing me to a Kosher restaurant on Hong Kong side, I had some real Jewish chicken soup. And is it a great remedy or what? Of course it is! I feel fine already. Thanks for all the emails.
Note: The events in this post took place more than a month ago, and at that time, Bert was not married. All pictures in this post via my 3G phone-camera. Pictures of the nearby huts were taken before I went into the communal house. Remaining pictures were too dark and even Photoshop couldn't help.
A trip to the New Territories, where my mother-in-law wanted to visit some of her distant relatives, Ah Chig, Bert, Apple, and Mrs. Ng decided they wanted to explore the remote corner of Hong Kong. So, the seven (not a lucky number in Chinese superstition) of us (including mo-in-law, my wife, and yours truly), decided to go in two separate cars.
As soon as we reached there, and after I saw the old excited ladies hugging mo-in-law as if she were a long lost World War II survivor, I suggested Ah Chig, Bert, and I drive around the New Territories and visit some exciting places. Without much ado, we left the ladies in a Yuen Long village and promised to return within 3 or 4 hours.
That is when my monkey brains started kicking in action. I had heard of a place near Tin Shui Wai (20 minutes drive from Yuen Long) West Rail Station, and some weird stories attached to it. I don't know much about that place, but I think Dave and Stefan would know a bit more.
In short, the place - especially a huge communal village house, surrounded by couple of small huts - was occupied by the Japanese during World War II. And the Japanese mercilessly killed and chopped hundreds of people (in that communal house and at the foot of a nearby hill).
It is said that ghosts wander or hang around that place even in broad daylight. And anyone who spends more than an hour inside that dreaded communal house; loses it for good (as in crazy forever) after 24 hours. I am still sitting here more than 40 days after I spent almost 3 hours in that place. Have I lost it? Well, my wife would say I never had it in the first place, so there. But read on, it gets more weird and strange...
If you are an expat and single (or whatever), and want to enjoy with women in Hong Kong, read this guy’s diary. He provides vital clues that will save you time and money.
Cheers!
Like a virgin dying to be laid, Bert is eagerly awaiting his wedding date. "Only a couple of weeks down the road," I told him, "just take it easy."
He smiled and didn't say anything, but the excitement in his eyes and his clenched fists spoke volumes. Ah Chig, on the other hand, had a lot to say. "Every night a different woman should be bonked (don't blame me, but yes, Ah Chig and Bert have started using the term 'bonk') by you before your marriage takes place, so that sadness does not take place after your marriage takes place."
There we go again. "Has taken place," "is taking place," or "will take place." Although, you have to admit that it is much better when he speaks (his) unique English, so that we don't have to speak in the world's most complicated language – The Chiu Chow language.
Anyway, Bert was extremely impressed by Ah Chig's idea. And so, while sipping coffee in the chilly garden, the two of them started asking me how Bert can bonk as many women as he can; before his "marriage takes place."
UPDATE (January 1, 2006 - Click only if you are 21 years old or above):
What happened after I flooded Audrey's inside!
END UPDATE.
Well, what could be better than Nude King's sexy and unusual New Year's countdown?
Note: In case you aren't aware, Nude King on the Blog is See Lai's sister site, and also written by me.
Cheers!
"But will creation of milk take place?" Ah Chig asked, as the three of us – Ah Chig, Bert, and I – sat in a bar enjoying our men-only pre-Christmas party. Chinese/Russian ballet dancer or not, Ah Chig's English teacher seems to have impressed in his mind that everything in this godforsaken world "has taken place," "is taking place," or "will take place."
Funny English aside, Ah Chig was asking us a serious question – Can a woman lactate after undergoing breast-implant surgeries? And would there be side effects?
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