Breaking Up The Band

From October 2007:

Frank ‘Dutch-Man’ Te Pas and I, Michael ‘Seriously!?! I Need a Nick Name?’ Dorsher, have joined forces to create the greatest band that Hong Kong, nay, the world has ever seen. We are The Hong Kong Danger Duo.

YOU CAN’T ESCAPE THE DANGER!!!!

Update:  Dec 2007:

Now that the semester has ended, and Frank has returned home, we’ve been forced to break up the band.

A Christmas Not Soon Forgotten

Christmas began mildly enough, and in similar fashion to every other morning this week:  8am the alarm went off; 9am I’m sitting on the bus; 9:15 is a train ride; and by 10am work had begun.  Today was the final day of my first set of 3 day holiday classes at Above Scitech, the Bits, Bytes and Bots franchise of the far east.  Unlike the other mornings, however, I had my bag packed for an afternoon of fun:  work would end at 1pm, and then I would high-tail it over to Sai Kung to meet up with Frank, Magi, Wilco and Raphael for some Christmas wake-boarding action.

2008 Hong Kong Style – Part 1: Good End to the Old Year

For about a week, the few remaining students on campus have been throwing out potential plans for new years. No one wants to have a lame new year, especially with all the options available here in Hong Kong; however, it is worth noting that with each plan there are certain drawbacks to whatever advantage it may pose.

There are two basic new year standards here in town that one can latch onto and exploit for their own holiday extravaganza when throwing a party with friends or family appear to be out of the question: whether it be due to the tiny size of one’s apartment – aka “sleeping hole” – or the inevitable distance and travel of those we know around this season. The first standard is TST, or Tsim Sha Tsui, to pack in with tens of thousands of your closest friends and ring in the new year watching fireworks over Victoria Harbor. Think New Year’s countdown at Times Square in New York City, without all the bands, TV coverage, and slightly less cold: only the crowd remains.

The second major new year’s staple in Hong Kong is to hit up the clubs for the night. Pony up anywhere from HK$1000 to HK$3000 and you’ve got 4 hours of all you can drink, discotec, over-dressed, coked up young professional mayhem to ring in the new year. After around one, the drinks stop being free, the music still sucks, and the groundlings enter and spoil your high priced fun with their touristy meanderings. Yee-Haw!

As usual when faced with such a stellar array of choices, I did what I normally do: something completely different.