The Costco Refugee Camp (Oh no wait, it's just free sample) / 好市多難民營 (喔不，只是免費試吃區)

I am too ashamed to say anything, I tried to look at it in a funny way, or a different culture's  phenomenon. Oh no wait again, I live here.

Are you seriously that hungry.

我真的已經覺得太丟臉我並不想要再多講甚麼了，我試著以好笑的角度去看，或者是一個不同文化的現象去看。喔再次的不，我住在這耶。

你們真的有那麼餓嗎?

當然也別忘記打包酸菜及碎洋蔥的人們了。

Bruce the goose who had a pair of shoes ft. the abandoned shoes

This is Bruce, the goose, who had a perfect pair of fitting shoes.

     Bruce specifically like this pair of shoes. He climbs the mountain with them, he went to the marathon with them, he travels with them, he goes dancing with them, he goes to fashion shows with them, he goes to dinner with them, he goes to gym with them. He literally goes everywhere with this pair of shoes. Everywhere, together all the time. Never wanted to change that perfect fitting pair of shoes.

     One day Bruce went on a long trip, Bruce walked too much and got a huge sore on his foot. He felt so weird because the pair of shoes were always fitting and so comfortable, why would it hurt and make him sore? But he didn't bother to take the shoe off and check what was wrong.

     He ignored the pain and continued to walk, Bruce even started to run, he thought if he ran fast enough he will forget the pain. But soon after Bruce's pain on his foot grew to both of his feet, and his legs, his ankle, his calf, his knee, his thigh, and then deep into his muscles.

     Bruce was so furious because he was in so much pain, feeling that the shoes does not fit anymore, it was all the shoes fault that he cannot walk any further.

    He took them off and threw them away on the road.

    Bruce went to buy a new pair of shoes. As he took his socks off...

     "Ooooohhhh...." Bruce said, "I've got a fucking bug bite on my foot that is why my foot hurts and my whole body hurts now. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

    And so Bruce lost his shoes. He can't find it back. He lost it.

But he still has a pair of socks. Like Chuck the Duck.

       

Why would you throw your fitting shoes away? Why there?

Why there? 

my fear of liquid dripping on my head

      I remember when I was little, around 6 or 7, I would look at the bird feces that are on car windows, park benches, statues, street lamps or where ever, and I would ask my older brother what are the chances of it dripping on my head or shoulder. As he was my older brother, he calmed me down by telling me that I'm a moving object, so it's really unlikely to have it on me, expect if I don't move. Yes, again as my older brother he will tease me and I'll actually believe it. So that theory made me a hyperactive kid for at least 5 years (well, when I was outdoor). Everyone would ask me why am I so scared of standing still when I'm outdoor, or why am I always looking at the sky. My explanation at that time is I am happy to be under the sun and I like I like to look at the sky. God knows it's actually quite poetic what I've answered before.

     As I age, I realize bird feces will drop on you no matter I move or not. But yes, chances are lower if I move. Which sounds like a quote now, "If you move often, you won't have shit on you" - G.Lee

     Believe it or not, I'm still afraid of it, it has traumatized me since childhood. I had a dream (or to say, nightmare) once. Was about all the possible liquids that might drop on my head, and I won't want to know what it is, so I will never raise my head up again.

    The worst part of that dream was someone was peeing on the balcony, and I just happened to walk by. Then it was someone jerking off on the balcony...spilling acid...drunk and throwing up....you get the idea. Speaking of drunk and throwing up on the balcony, it's not fiction. I got traumatized again while I was in London.

     Mr.Peter Man(sorry to mention your whole name, haha) was the host of this amazing house party, as I was so fresh in London, I would literally take pictures of whatever I thought was funny and interesting. So did this:" IF YOU'RE GOING TO THROW UP DO IT OVER THE BALCONY ONTO THE STREET". That is how I got traumatized again.

And this is what happened after 3 hours.

This is not relevant, but I just had to share it. I laughed so deeply when I saw the "three seashells". GO TACO BELL!

And that is my story of my fear. Life is short. You never know what will drop on your head.

Yeah I always end of irrelevant, get used to it. fin