A quest that turned out to be much longer than necessary, not unlike this subject line.
I am going to open this entry with a picture.
Now, react.
If you just laughed, I don't blame you.
If you just had tears form in your eyes, I don't blame you either. Allegedly.
If you just had no reaction at all... well, I hope you'll be amused (but not moved to tears) by the remainder of the entry.
It all began on the warm summer day of July 15, 2006. I felt the impulse to take a long walk outside, bringing along a bottle of water in order to not run the risk of dehydrating and passing out. After a nice, five-minute leisurely walk to where my old bus stop used to be, I came upon a car with a peculiar license plate. The one displayed earlier in the entry. Of course, I just HAD to take a picture of it, but all I had with me was a bottle of water, which, as far as I know, does not have picture-taking capabilities.
And so, I walked leisurely back home, noting whatever else I saw along the way that I could take pictures of. I returned home, grabbed my digital camera, headed back out, and took low-quality pictures of whatever I felt like taking (the most strange probably being a discarded Trojan container on Stephanie's lawn...). In the midst of taking these pictures (and 2/3 of the way to the license plate in questions)... I ran out of batteries. So I had no choice but to head back home and take another pair of batteries.
I returned to the sticky outdoors and got 2/3 of the way to that car's location when I realize... I took old batteries. Old, dead batteries that had no chance of powering my digital camera. Great going, Fangfei. So I had no choice but to head back home and take another pair of batteries.
This time, these batteries were new and mercifully worked. I walked all the way to that car only to find that... someone just came out of. In that case, it would have been rude to snap a picture of a car when the owner was right there. So I walked on, deciding to take a detour around the neighborhood, looping around the block before I returned to the desired car.
And so, I walked leisurely around the block. Only to find that when I returned to the car... people were partying in the backyard! I had no choice but to surreptitiously take a picture and slink away. The end.
Now, react.
If you just laughed, I don't blame you.
If you just had tears form in your eyes, I don't blame you either. Allegedly.
If you just had no reaction at all... well, I hope you'll be amused (but not moved to tears) by the remainder of the entry.
It all began on the warm summer day of July 15, 2006. I felt the impulse to take a long walk outside, bringing along a bottle of water in order to not run the risk of dehydrating and passing out. After a nice, five-minute leisurely walk to where my old bus stop used to be, I came upon a car with a peculiar license plate. The one displayed earlier in the entry. Of course, I just HAD to take a picture of it, but all I had with me was a bottle of water, which, as far as I know, does not have picture-taking capabilities.
And so, I walked leisurely back home, noting whatever else I saw along the way that I could take pictures of. I returned home, grabbed my digital camera, headed back out, and took low-quality pictures of whatever I felt like taking (the most strange probably being a discarded Trojan container on Stephanie's lawn...). In the midst of taking these pictures (and 2/3 of the way to the license plate in questions)... I ran out of batteries. So I had no choice but to head back home and take another pair of batteries.
I returned to the sticky outdoors and got 2/3 of the way to that car's location when I realize... I took old batteries. Old, dead batteries that had no chance of powering my digital camera. Great going, Fangfei. So I had no choice but to head back home and take another pair of batteries.
This time, these batteries were new and mercifully worked. I walked all the way to that car only to find that... someone just came out of. In that case, it would have been rude to snap a picture of a car when the owner was right there. So I walked on, deciding to take a detour around the neighborhood, looping around the block before I returned to the desired car.
And so, I walked leisurely around the block. Only to find that when I returned to the car... people were partying in the backyard! I had no choice but to surreptitiously take a picture and slink away. The end.