Sunday.

Made is through the holidays intact thanks to my Menorah, endless platters of delicious food (including Chinese HotPot on Christmas, yassssss), the safe space provided by my neighborhood LGBTQIA+ nightclub, a mini holiday shopping spree with the ghosts of father and Irish grandmother, and a fuckton of cheesy holiday romcoms to inspire my writing.

It’s all good in the hood, fam. We made it through *sings* the most difficult time of yeeeeear!

My current inspiration is the pigeon who hangs out on my rooftop whenever I’m up here. I call it the Spy Pigeon now. I started watching some documentary series on Netflix about Spycraft and it featured a little tidbit about how pigeons have been historically used for surveillance purposes. Now I can’t look at this pigeon the same way anymore.

Who you workin’ for over there, Spy Pigeon? The CCP? The BJP? The IRA? The CIA? Lmfao, it’s a whole mess of an alphabet soup over here. This pigeon could be working for anyone. I am so here for it, you guys. Love it.

This sounds crazy on the surface, but it’s just sitting there, staring directly at me. It hasn’t moved in like 10 minutes. It just keeps shuffling around, looking at me from different angles. I spoke to it directly and told it can be a character in my next novel. It should have its own novel.

This pigeon is sus AF. I love it. Hashtag: Obsessed!

Personally, I’m rooting for it to be a soy for the IRA, sent in directly from Thailand by my Irish Minder, Hermès to keep extra tabs on me. He may have blocked me on social media so I can’t see him, but that doesn’t mean he’s not still obsessing over me.

I’m also just sick of the whole USA-Russia-China love triangle. Why does everything always have to be about the Russians? I’m sick of the fucking Russians. Yeah, we know, they’re shady and untrustworthy and full of shit. Who gives a fuck? Not me.

I’m here to support Team Ireland, all the way! Woooo!

Anyway, I turned off that documentary after the Honey Pot episode. The entire tone of that episode was so outrageously sexist. It made me so angry. I immediately did a movie marathon of Ocean’s 8, Charlie’s Angels, and Mr. & Mrs. Smith afterwards to remind myself how stupid all of these actually men are. No wonder they always end up getting Water Buffalo’d. Idiots, the whole lot of them.

I am actually so obsessed with this pigeon right now. I’ve just invented a whole story in my head about Hermès training them up and sending them out. I’m pretty sure a pigeon could fly the distance from Thailand to Hong Kong. I’ll look that up later when I go back downstairs. I don’t get wifi up here.

I’m really glad this spy pigeon showed up. I was obsessing over my ridiculous, fucked up family again. I just found another example of a situation where they directly lied to my face and manipulated my emotions so they could exclude me from something important. Garbage, trash people. They are like, comically evil to me at this point. I swear to you that my mother is an actual Soap Opera Villain.just cartoonishly evil. No wonder they are all on a mission to stop me from becoming a writer. They cannot stand the thought of being held accountable for any of their actions. Ridiculous.

I’ve noticed a significant pattern in my life where the people who tend to get upset by my writing tend to be the people who don’t want to be held accountable for their words and actions. Also people who have something to hide. Hmm, yes, this all sounds about right.

Meanwhile, my mysterious Irish Guy is sitting there reading the reports from Hermès like, “She’s writing a story about meeting me at a masquerade ball and being rescued from an evil English Duke? Why is that such a turn on for me?”

Hahaha, I bet he won’t have issues getting it up after he reads this book, hahahahahahahahahaha!

LMFAO!!!!

That’s why I call him my Hot Beef Stew, fam. Sooooo here for it. Hey Spy Pigeon, tell your Commanding Officer I said “Hellooooooo, Sexy! *blows kiss to the spy pigeon*

Oh, how I amuse myself so. This is what life should be. A little bit of fiction mixed with a little bit of reality, and voila! Entertainment at its finest! This is what I was trying to explain to Mr. Hot Beef Stew the night I met him, but he kept getting his feathers all into a ruffle over it. Clearly, he has something to hide, and I have a feeling it’s not just the Significant Other.

It doesn’t matter. I don’t need to know. I’ll just make some shit up, change your name, and then… profit? Somehow? Maybe? Haven’t quite figured out the profit part yet, but whatever. We’ll work that bit out later.

Otherwise, I’m doing okay. Worked out a deal with my AirBnB host for another month to buy myself more time. The Holidays are the Holidays, after all. Not the best time to get anything productive done. I’ve spent most of my time simply figuring out my way around this crazy, fast-paced city and orienting myself to the HK Lifestyle.

Now the New Year is coming, so it will be a good time to look for new opportunities. Most of the apartments I’ve seen open up in January/February. Job hunt wise, I still feel very overwhelmed by the vast amount of competition, but it is no matter. I will probably just have to settle for teaching English for now. That’s fine.

I just need something to bring in a paycheck. I can sort out the whole “proper writing career” situation later. Right now I just need a steady paycheck, a room of my own, and time to write (and do yoga). Nothing like my first job here, which stole all of my time and energy away from me and left me an empty husk of myself.

I still think the best way forward is to get a Masters Degree. It’s all about the network and the connections. I don’t have any connections. My network is full of people who actively want to see me fail over and over again. I need to pump some fresh blood in here.

In the meantime, I’ve started my vision board for 2026. So far all that’s on there is “Job, job, job. Stability. Money. Apartment. Job. Money. Stability.”

It’s all about the stability for me, fam. I just want to live in one place and work one job and stick to one routine and not constantly be moving around or changing anything up. It shouldn’t be that hard to achieve. Then again, we live in the modern world, and it’s full of chaos, and everyone knows stability is an illusion.

Anyway, what’s on the agenda for today? I don’t know. The weather is very cool and cloudy. I was thinking about hiking up the Peak. I need some motivation. That hike is very motivating. Exhausting and difficult, but motivating. I need the motivation.

Maybe I’ll bring back Andrew for a day. Remember that whole mini series where he was Jason the Personal Trainer? That’s the kind of energy I need in my life. I want someone who will motivate me to climb to the top instead of people who constantly tear me down (like my family). Like I said, I am surrounded by people who actively want to see me fail. I want to be around people who are going to inspire me to win! I’m a winner, dammit!

Mantra of the Day: I am the Dragon. I belong on the mountain top. I will not allow these tiny, insignificant little villagers to destroy me and take my treasure away from me anymore.

That’s why I came to China. Dragons are always welcome in China. The Chinese respect the power of the Dragon. They provide a safe space to nurture the Dragon and allow it to heal the wounds from the savage barbarity of the West.

The Dragon will fly again.

I will fly again.

UPDATE: I just looked it up and the longest recorded flight of a pigeon was France to Vietnam. There you have it, folks. That’s all the proof I needed. This pigeon is definitely working for Team Ireland. Love it.

UPDATE 2: Further research has led me to an article about Paddy the Spy Pigeon, who was awarded the highest Medal of Honor by Ireland for its dedicated service during World War II. That is WILD! I love it. I am so here for this!

Fuck yeah, Team Ireland! You go for that gold! You just might beat Team Mexico in the end!!!!