bugger off mr lone ranger

did i ever mention that traveling for work is boring?

well i’m saying it here then.

readers you should be used to it by now that i blog in spurts – when i feel like writing i will write non-stop.

saw this uni girl standing along the streets at about 6 pm just now. this fat balding s-expat walked up to her, gave her a proposition and she started to follow him. flabergasted, i almost wanted to shout, “hey she is young enough to be your daughter!”

so then i took a walk up the overhead bridge to head to the other pathetic shopping mall. this long haired person was clutching the arms of a male expat so tenderly that i thought they might have been diabetic. lo and behold, the long haired figure was a combination of “the ring”, “brokeback mountain” and “cindy crawford’s mole”.

pirated dvds and musics cds all over the place. pornographic materials pushed into your face. pimps coming to you with a catalogue. not sure if it was just me, but i was feeling so uncomfortable.

anyway, mr lone ranger is gone, and the Big Z is here. signing off.