A Stranger in a Strange Land

Sunset in Atlanta:

Outdoors at the driving range.

First time I’ve had lunch while hitting golf balls.

And it was good. Green and blue go well together.

I’ll just let the pictures do the talking … and yes, this is the third time I’m putting my char siew on display.

I’m going to start giving them names … meet Huey, Dewey and Louie.

Overheard in New York does it again! (Made me burst out loud laughing)

NJ mom on cell with son #1: Anthony! Anthony, It’s Mamma. Stop crying right now. It’s okay, honey. It’s going to stop hurting in two minutes. Jesus, with the sobbing already! Put your brother on.

NJ mom on cell with son #2: I want you to stop doing that thing to your brother. If you make him cry again I’m going to make you cry. Do you hear me? Don’t play stupid with me. I get enough of that from it your father. What? Put him on… Stop laughing… Put Daddy on the phone or so help me Jesus…

NJ mom on phone with the father: Jerkoff, what the fuck is going on over there? I leave the house for five goddamm minutes and you are all flicking each other’s balls again… Stop fucking laughing. You are going to make them retarded or gay or something!

–Clinique counter at Bloomingdales, 59th St

Overheard by: waiting online behind her

A picture 10 minutes after I had all 4 wisdom teeth removed.

I had just woken up from the sedative … felt like I was drunk. I vaguely remember being smiled at by everyone in the pharmacy, and I tried to smile back, but couldn’t.

I’ve been hearing about this new MTV program about a high school in Alabama and its football program.

Just found out that one of the players is called Repete … pronounced “Repeat”

His father’s name is Pete!

I didn’t stop laughing for 10 minutes!

People have been bugging me about this, so here are some pictures of the ‘new’ apartment.

The place is not complete by any means, but it’s coming along. Needs major tidying up.

Living room first … my favourite part of the place so far. Still needs work.

My rather austere dining room. Minimalistic, almost. This needs major work. Any help?

Hey, the 70’s called, and they want their kitchen back.

It’s a combination microwave and regular oven, if you can believe that. Every time I turn it on I’m afraid I’ll broil my liver. But a man has to eat his leftovers, regardless of whether he cooks his own internal organs. So if I don’t answer my phone one day …

Check out the view from my sink. People have gardens, I have my TV. Excuse the mess, I was lazy to do dishes tonight.

Messy bedroom begins here. No ‘magic’ happening here a la MTV cribs …

… and this is why.

Err … lucky smell can’t go over the internet, I just used the facilities before taking this picture.

Just a few more pictures from the fishing trip … boat left the docks at 5.20 am, which led to these pictures …

… which don’t really capture the beauty of the moment, but I’ll ignore that for now.