While I wait for the Intarwebz to rematerialise, feed on this for a while
Friday 8 April 2011, 5.32am HKT
Looks like it’s going to take a couple of days before we get web access back again. In the meantime, let’s have a quick spin through some pictures The Naked Listener took last week or so. (Click on images for larger photos.)
The sight of a crescent moon sleeping on its back is a fairly rare occurrence in Hong Kong. Think it’s something to do with the heavy air pollution here. The picture is shite compared to the actual view that night.
DON’T (well, actually ‘half-do’)
You know, if you’ve lived long enough in Hong Kong, you come to realise the people here are, well, a bit non compos mentis. Instead of moonlit nights and real trees, people here actually prefer man-made lights in shopping-mall-style ‘environments’ that looked as if it came straight out of “Logan’s Run.” But at the official (but thoughtfully useless) ambient air-conditioning temperature of 25.5°C (79°F). The one I passed through that night (picture) is actually one of the better designed structures and I personally quite like it.
DO (and done well)
Not defacement, but an improvement.
This ‘stickfitti’ on a postal pillar box is actually breaking the law (or, rather, the person who stuck it there). All I can say is this stickfitti made more sense probably than the official logos. Here’s another view of the postbox (called the Singapore Mark 1):
Which is the eyesore – the sticker or the postbox?
If you’re running out of living space (like everyone else here is), try this:
No, that’s not my fishtank at home. It’s a TV indent that’s broadcast after programming hours (you know, when all the TV programmes have finished for the day). The TV station shoots its fishtank live so that we, too, can have our fishtanks at home.
DO DO DO
I love this. They’re sweets. And they taste salty. It’s an acquired taste to like salty-tasting confectionary, quite European in fact. Everyone I know in Hong Kong hates it. But stops you from losing your hair, though.
DO (while they last)
I don’t think octopus jerky will ever be exported from Japan because of The Japanese Earthquake Tsunami Volcano Nuclear Meltdown Disaster. The manufacturer of this food is in Fukuoka, just 615 miles (990 km) away from the busted nuclear reactors in Fukushima — practically a stone’s throw away in radiation terms.
The flavourful aroma almost palpably pours out of the packet the moment you open it. I give it an 8 out of 10 for flavour, taste and quality. All for HK$12 (US$1.50 or 94 pence). Don’t bother looking for them now — they’re all cleaned out.
Oh gawd. Look. At. How. They. Managed. To. Ruin. The. Building. Dad. Designed.
Look at the funereal-looking black slabs of artificial marble/slate/whatever adorning the exterior. Look at it!
Now. It. Looks. Like. A. Renovated. Funeral. Parlour. Converted. To. Look. Like. A. Renegade. Butcher’s Shop.
Question: Who’s the architect here — you or me?
Popcorn‘s got these big brown eyes that reminds me of Mum. In fact, his general demeanour reminds me of Mum. Especially the way he does his passive-aggressive thing — that’s just so Mum, you know. Just saying.
Popcorn’s fast outgrowing the bag he gets ferried around town in.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
Longcat is long … but this is longtiger. Relax — it’s a scarf.
(I am NOT going to explain why I have a scarf like this one, nor am I going to explain why I have a pair of hot-pink fluffy handcuffs … oops!).
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