I hate you, Hong Kong. On your streets I feel like an adulterous husband.. How could I love the bastard-child of opium-laced British Imperialism?
Tag: Jackie Chan
fried chicken revelations
It’s a small world, as the syrupy song proclaims.
My lao po and I were returning from a restaurant a week or two back when we learned some surprising news. We have become incapable of cooking for ourselves. Either laziness or exhaustion, or a little of both are the explanations.