I start, with a fight club quote;
"With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy, of a copy, of a copy."
Well i haven't updated in a while, not because i haven't had anything to say, i just couldn't be bothered to update. There a few things i've done i could tell you about, but let's be honest here, who really gives a shit? Considering the people that (that i know about) read this i'll have spoken to on msn anyway.
The one thing i will say is that the reason i am still awake at gone 4, despite having to be up for work in a little over 2 hours is that i've just been trawling through holiday websites, and the HKSAR Immigration Department websites. The reason for which is of course rather self explanitory.
Why HK and not Japan? Well i'm English and as such, am lazy, stubborn and cling to the thoughts of the "great empire" which makes HK perfect: an ex-british colony, everybody there speaks english. But no, seriosuly, as a brit it's easier to get a visa and a sponsor, the exchange rate to the pound is good, it's still the far east, a train ride to China and a short flight to Japan. The more i look into it, the more it makes sense.
God knows theres no future in this country, unless of course you're a teenage single mother, a lazy bum who won't get a job, or, here illegaly, in which case you're sitting pretty. Of course you'll be screwed when everyone who works hard to pay your dole money fucks off and emmigrates abroad, who's going to carry you then? Your government? HA!
Call me a facist, call me right-wing, call me a zenophobe, call me what the fuck you like, i don't give a shit, there is NO denying this country is going down the pan, there is NO denying new labour and Tony Blair are as much too blame for it as any of the previous Conservative and labour governments are, and there is NO denying that no matter who gets voted in next, labour, conservative, liberal, UKIP, BNP, any of them, it won't be getting better anytime soon, and chances are it'll get worse first.
So fuck it, i've had enough, whats to keep me here? Familly? Sure i'd miss them, Dad especialy, but they could come visit. Friends? The only friend i'm close enough to, to stop me leaving the country is Sam, he's always been there, and probably always will be, no matter what country we're in, and i don't suppose he'd be arguing with free accomodation in the far east?! So that leaves Genna, would she come? Doubtful. Are we that serious that i wouldn't leave for her? I can't say yes, I can't say no. So whats to keep me here? Not much.
Sounds pretty final? Of course i'm going to be in no position to move out there for a few years yet what with uni. But once i graduate, i see no reason to hang about. Until then, i'd like to get a trip out there under my belt, experience it first hand. 2 people, 14 nights, flights and hotel between £1500 and £2000, quite a lot of money, yet another thing to save for, along with the MR2, Mini hillclimb project and TriBSA.
I finish, if i may, as i began, with a fight club quote, read it, memorise it, live the rest of your worthless life by it:
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."
now fuck off.