Friday afternoon. Very late in the day. Working at the coffee shop.

I did not do much writing today. I mainly focused on completing and submitting an application for a summer study program in Ireland. It’s all done and sent off now. Wish me luck!

As much as I love Hong Kong, I am really starting to feel a major pull towards Ireland. I think I should just go there. I spent some time researching my options and decided this short summer study program might be the best way in. I can take classes on Irish history, culture, and language, learn about my family’s history, and possibly get recommendations for my graduate school applications.

No idea where I’m going to get the money for this. I guess I’ll just have to go begging to my family again for it. Ugh. So low. The lowest of the low. This is why I need to go back to school; so I can finally set myself up with a proper career instead of floating around in the SEA.

I figure… I can always come back to Hong Kong. It’s a very special little club. Once you’re in, you’re in.

In the meantime, there have been some interesting men floating around to entertain me. I saw that Aussie guy again yesterday. I caught him walking down my street by my apartment yesterday. I knew as soon as I saw him passing by my door that he was looking for me. I realized too late I was already holding my keys in my hands. Dead giveaway.

He does not live in this neighborhood, by the way. He says he stays somewhere on the other side of the island over by the beach. That’s a long way to trek down to Central…

Yes, he was still wearing the exact same outfit as he has been wearing every time I’ve seen him. I called him out on it and he said, “I swear I’ve laundered it! I’m all nice and clean for you now.”

Sadly I have not seen him today, otherwise I would say to him, “We really need to get you out of those clothes.” And leave him to puzzle over whether or not I’m making a double entendre. I am.

It’s easy to mess with him and just disappear on him. He’s not very straightforward with me, which I find annoying. He’s very vague, like “Are you gonna stay here all afternoon?”

No, I have things to do. Why can’t you just ask me out on a proper dinner date instead of running around with your finlaw bros in Wan Chai all night?

Answer: Because I am 99% sure he is married and lying to me about it! He wants to go there, but he can’t because there’s something holding him back. We know what that thing is: ye olde ball and chain.

Next time I see him, I am just going to say to him, “Bro, here is my question for you: Have you ever wrangled a scorpion?”

“What?

“I heard Aussies are pretty good at that. You know, handling dangerous, venomous creatures.”

“…”

“Do you want to give it a go? I might be inclined to give you the opportunity to do so if you’re honest with me about your situation and compensate me fairly for my time.”

Hahahaha!

I’m just kidding. I think he said he was going back to Australia. Alas! That is fine with me. I actually have a back-up plan.

His name is Neighbor Guy. He lives right next door to me. He’s a British Hong Konger. So, local. He’s really hot. Total beefcake bro. Very, very chill. Adorable little posh accent. Hawt!!!

I met him on my rooftop. We keep startling each other by accident. It’s become a little inside joke. He gave me some information I needed the other day, so now we are friends. I saw him last night and he was like, “I guess we will be seeing more of each other now.”

I hope so. You need a roommate? So do I. How would you like to move out to the outer Islands with me and split that exorbitant rent price in half by two? Hahaha.

It’s very dry out here on my Island this season. I’m getting very thirsty. One of these guys is gonna have to put up or shut up…