Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Speakeasy Bathroom
When braving the streets of New York for a prolonged period, it is crucial to know where to take a leak. It's not Asia, the land of ubiquitous toilets; nor are there cobble stoned public urinals with a small fountain plumbing as they do in Lisboa; and would anyone dare enter the porta-john on the street?
One of the most luxurious hotels in Manhattan, always a pit-pee-stop for me.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Canto Food
Been eating a lot of late-night Canton. I gotta say, it's one of my favorite cuisine.
I remember eating at this place in Hong Kong. I arrived to Hong Kong super early in the morning, fell asleep as soon as I got to my hotel, remembered in my sleep intermittent flash rainstorms, and finally woke at 9PM hungry as a dog.
What a night that was.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Violent Dream
Had an intense dream last night.
A family of four were living in a big, white, lofty house with large windows. They were held in friendly custody with some officials about something or another. The officials knew it wasn't anything serious, the family thought the same. They were facetious about the situation.
At some point a very distinct, LOUD gunshot is heard. (Since when do dreams have audio?) Kills off most of the officials, I think the mom of family as well.
Another LOUD gunshot, this time supposedly from an AK held by a dark figure.
Gunshot after gunshot, a different gun. Every time a shot went off I would see it down its barrel.
Everything is pretty much in ruins, everyone is pretty much dead.
I peek over from under the desk and rush outside through the broken window. I see who the perpetrator is; some guy wearing a trooper uniform on a horse.
I lept onto the nearest tree hoping that he would not notice my escape. I bounded really high when I tried running.
A family of four were living in a big, white, lofty house with large windows. They were held in friendly custody with some officials about something or another. The officials knew it wasn't anything serious, the family thought the same. They were facetious about the situation.
At some point a very distinct, LOUD gunshot is heard. (Since when do dreams have audio?) Kills off most of the officials, I think the mom of family as well.
Another LOUD gunshot, this time supposedly from an AK held by a dark figure.
Gunshot after gunshot, a different gun. Every time a shot went off I would see it down its barrel.
Everything is pretty much in ruins, everyone is pretty much dead.
I peek over from under the desk and rush outside through the broken window. I see who the perpetrator is; some guy wearing a trooper uniform on a horse.
I lept onto the nearest tree hoping that he would not notice my escape. I bounded really high when I tried running.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Bio Tank
Finally ran a test roll for my new old camera. (Same make is what I mean by old.)
Thought I had loaded color film but to my surprise it was black and white. Nice surprise.
Thought I had loaded color film but to my surprise it was black and white. Nice surprise.
Spotted this somewhere in Midtown. It had tropical salt-water fish living in it.
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