choose your own adventure
A different Australian prime minister
The train ticket guy in Sydney literally throwing the change at me
A city in which Matt Damon could perhaps grow potatoes
When I'm not busy getting injured, I work as a translator.
Walking from Malaysia to the hotel in Singapore - the Malaysian side passport checkpoint is entirely optional if you're willing to J-walk across 8 lanes of traffic. The Singaporean side allowed me to stay in the custom officer's booth like a junior assistant for 10 minutes to let me re-fill the correct entry form.
Ok don't worry, it's been years now and my face is fine. If you still thinks it looks strange, it could be that I was born with it.
You might notice instead an atypical bouquet of my appreciation for the absurd, notes of my quirkily exuberant demeanour laced with slightly cynical undertones. The finish gives way to amusing personal encounters.
Game of Thrones - No, I don't think Jon Snow is coming back.
"Previously on AMC's the Walking Dead... *DUNN*" :
"Carl! Calr! Coral! Coral!"
Perhaps Carl's character lacks dimension (aye aye? see what I did there)
Why doesn't everybody just wear motorcycle jackets (they might be bite proof). Daryl has a leather jacket but keeps it sleeveless in case the producers decide they've had enough of him.
A series of tubes
Green tea ice cream
Kerbal Space Program
Where the hobbitses are being taken.
Why M&M's melt in my hand when the commercial clearly said they wouldn't.
Why Japanese police has so much free time. I once walked in a post office to withdraw some cash, and about 15 police officers were crammed in, dusting the ATM for fingerprints. I asked about it and the ranking officer told me a 'stalker stole the money'.
A few (nice) Japanese policemen who attempted to re-inflate my bicycle tire. They had a pump, but nobody (including me) could figure out how to use it, devolving into a comical situation where the ranking officer shows up and asks wtf the subordinate was doing, only to attempt it themselves and fail. In comes their ranking officer... Rinse and repeat 3 times.
Tart. You are what you eat.
That middle-aged man from my university days who looked liked he came from Victorian England. He even had a pocket watch! I'm pretty sure he's a time traveller who got stranded in 2004. Must be why he spent so much time in the library's physics section...
Meticulously pouring a Guinness.
Ruining my face.
Booking the next appointment with the Red Cross because someone has to help those motorcyclists who have yet to realise that the only barrier between your blood and the road is that thin, easily tearable bag of skin.
Catching up on a fun TV show - Damn Chuck and his space blankets, what's wrong with the University of American Samoa?