Getting out of the Harajuku Station on a Sunday morning can be quite a challenge. For one thing, there are thousands of people in front of you, trying to get our also but not in any particular hurry.
They are here for people-watching, yes, but most of them are here to be watched also. Confused? Look closer…
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London Calling
London’s calling. Heathrow, here I come. The plane soars from Changi and our vacation begins good and proper in the air, I think. Here and now, surrounded by clouds and clarity, we forget our troubles and the toil of a 9-to-5, Monday-till-Friday workweek. A new leash of life.
I have been travelling a lot lately for …
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There’s a new Star Trek movie out. I hear Captain Kirk does the doozy with a hot green alien chick in it. What more do we need?
But you’re not convinced.
“What’s Star Trek?”
“Well, it’s based on this 70’s TV series with Federation Starfleets and warp drive and ooh! the Vulcan nerve pinch and they made a number of …
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The ladies, they do, of course, spice up your life. With their smiles enchanting and their wiles beguiling, we are gladly snared in their soft and tender snatches, their slow swooning upon our big, strong arms (even if ours aren’t, not really). Women made of iron, of steel, sleek and shiny but never cold to touch.
Bryan …
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Gong Xi Fa Cai! 新年快乐 Xīn Nián Kuài Lè! Chúc mừng năm mới! Gung Hei Faat Choy!
And of course, the good ol’ “Happy Chinese New Year!”
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Now I would normally end this post with these greetings, but it felt right for once to begin where we should begin. To greet everyone with Have yourself a jolly good year …
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“How very queer,” said Mrs. Duck to Mr. Bunny. “I thought Snow White was a myth. A Fairy Tale. Something old drakes would tell the young ducklings. Whoever heard of a princess spending her buoyant and bosomy hours with seven swarthy, sweaty dwarves in a cave dark and dank? Unthinkable. Scandalous.”
“Well,” replied Mr. Bunny, …
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They say Christmas is for children, don’t they? Fortunately for us, no one ever specified an age limit. We are kids again, waiting for Santa and gifts and kisses underneath the mistletoe.
The turkey is perfect this year, cooked to perfection and carved with surgical precision. Guests that arrive gather around the dinner table, drawn by …