like a rolling stone

Quite a stunning image on the front page of the SCMP today.

You know, we Hong Kongers should be damn proud of ourselves. No matter how bad the commies try to stop people from remembering, from knowing, we didn't let it get to us. Here, I'll just quote Xiong Yan, one of the former student protestors.

"Hong Kong is the pride of all Chinese--because you have people who dare to defend freedom"

Exactly how many were there just "to be there", you know, to be cool, (like how people are on Obama wagon not really because they care about politics or agree with his views, but because he's young, hip, a brotha, plays ball, and hangs with HOVA), I do not know. But it doesn't matter in the big picture, even if they were there for the sake of seeing or for the sake of doing something, they have been affected. They were part of a movement, like it or not.

I just went to Macau tonight to check out City of Dreams for some EEG thing. It was alright. Afterwards I fought the urge not to go play poker at the Grand Lisboa. I mean damn, I felt like Mike McD in the first half of Rounders, just itching and itching.

But no, I have to be back at office to do work. It's nearly midnight and I'm in the office working away.

It's ok. I've got my headphones, my music, and my blogs.

And if I get done early, there's still the Hong Kong poker house down the road.

And Beats, or actually I, have the best luck with interns. Especially UK ones. Jamie. Tom. now Alex. Just the coolest cats to hang with. Thanks for the talk tonight Alex.