BOOM!
chazz michael michaels and jimmy macelroy
had us laughing nonstop and rolling in our seats.
not since zoolander has a cinematic experience
brought so much hilarity.
SNOWFLLLAAAAAKKKEEEE!!!
san francisco - day 1
this hkg/sfo flight must be one of the best worktrips i've had so far.
i'm still recovering from all the fun/sleep deprivation.
it's also the first time i hung out with my colleagues so much -
we spent nearly every waking hour together!
the sightseeing kicked off with a ferry to alcatraz island,
a national park that was once an infamous federal prison.
we trooped up a mile from the dock,
taking in the flora and fauna,
the many gulls who call this island home,
and the spectacular view.
upon reaching the cellhouse,
we picked up our audio packs
and wandered about within the prison,
the narrator in our ears
regaling us with the rich history that once was alcatraz.
"you are entitled to food, clothing, shelter, and medical attention.
anything else you get is a privilege."
(number 5, alcatraz prison rules and regulations, 1934)
teeny tiny cells with minimum facilities and absolutely no privacy.
five feet wide, nine feet deep, seven feet high.
a windowless place where prisoners will spend 16 to 23 hours a day.
and pitch dark isolation cells that were even worse...
michigan avenue, broadway, time square and c-d street,
weak attempts at injecting a previous life of freedom into one behind bars.
gradually, cells became homes:
paintings, crochet and knick knacks,
even access to radio stations,
help lift the dread.
of course, a lock-down that housed imates
who were escape risks and troublemakers
wouldn't be problem free.
of the 14 attempted federal prison-era escapes,
most were discovered dead or alive,
and only five inmates were never found (and assumed drowned).
the view of the bay and of san francisco's amazing.
but imagine arriving alcatraz in shackles,
watching the lights of san francisco recede,
and from then on only remember, gaze from afar, smell and sometimes hear the city.
the dining hall was a cavernous area,
its menu board showing the last breakfast ever served in alcatraz
on the day the prison was closed -
21 march 1963.
"will you live by the rules and leave alcatraz when your time is served?
will you be caught and punished?
will you die in a shower-room or recreation-yard stabbing?
or will you escape?"
it was an amazing experience,
and i was glad i got out without having to go through the worse,
or having to take a plunge in the icy cold waters.
back at fisherman's wharf,
we had lunch at wipeout surf and grill at pier 39...
before seeking out the many sun-tanning seals,
and the smallest island in the world (according to jason).
forbes island is so tiny, it has a small restaurant on it,
some trees, a flag pole, and not much more.
after i got my ben and jerry's fix,
we hopped on a cable car
and rode up and down the amazingly steep streets of san francisco,
to the crookedest street in the world.
lombard street was very very crooked indeed.
i would have killed someone at one of the turns if i'd been driving.
the expensive houses that line the windy street weren't at all crooked though,
and most were quaint and pretty apartments that i wouldn't mind living in!
we caught another cable car after walking down the crooked street,
and headed back downtown to union square
to have dinner at the cheesecake factory.
i da-baoed a cheesecake coz i didn't have space for dessert.
didn't eat the cheesecake in the end,
due of unforseen circumstances
(like lack of fridge and many other things to eat),
and had to dispose of it in hong kong *grimace*
chazz michael michaels and jimmy macelroy
had us laughing nonstop and rolling in our seats.
not since zoolander has a cinematic experience
brought so much hilarity.
SNOWFLLLAAAAAKKKEEEE!!!
san francisco - day 1
this hkg/sfo flight must be one of the best worktrips i've had so far.
i'm still recovering from all the fun/sleep deprivation.
it's also the first time i hung out with my colleagues so much -
we spent nearly every waking hour together!
the sightseeing kicked off with a ferry to alcatraz island,
a national park that was once an infamous federal prison.
we trooped up a mile from the dock,
taking in the flora and fauna,
the many gulls who call this island home,
and the spectacular view.
upon reaching the cellhouse,
we picked up our audio packs
and wandered about within the prison,
the narrator in our ears
regaling us with the rich history that once was alcatraz.
"you are entitled to food, clothing, shelter, and medical attention.
anything else you get is a privilege."
(number 5, alcatraz prison rules and regulations, 1934)
teeny tiny cells with minimum facilities and absolutely no privacy.
five feet wide, nine feet deep, seven feet high.
a windowless place where prisoners will spend 16 to 23 hours a day.
and pitch dark isolation cells that were even worse...
michigan avenue, broadway, time square and c-d street,
weak attempts at injecting a previous life of freedom into one behind bars.
gradually, cells became homes:
paintings, crochet and knick knacks,
even access to radio stations,
help lift the dread.
of course, a lock-down that housed imates
who were escape risks and troublemakers
wouldn't be problem free.
of the 14 attempted federal prison-era escapes,
most were discovered dead or alive,
and only five inmates were never found (and assumed drowned).
the view of the bay and of san francisco's amazing.
but imagine arriving alcatraz in shackles,
watching the lights of san francisco recede,
and from then on only remember, gaze from afar, smell and sometimes hear the city.
the dining hall was a cavernous area,
its menu board showing the last breakfast ever served in alcatraz
on the day the prison was closed -
21 march 1963.
"will you live by the rules and leave alcatraz when your time is served?
will you be caught and punished?
will you die in a shower-room or recreation-yard stabbing?
or will you escape?"
it was an amazing experience,
and i was glad i got out without having to go through the worse,
or having to take a plunge in the icy cold waters.
back at fisherman's wharf,
we had lunch at wipeout surf and grill at pier 39...
before seeking out the many sun-tanning seals,
and the smallest island in the world (according to jason).
forbes island is so tiny, it has a small restaurant on it,
some trees, a flag pole, and not much more.
after i got my ben and jerry's fix,
we hopped on a cable car
and rode up and down the amazingly steep streets of san francisco,
to the crookedest street in the world.
lombard street was very very crooked indeed.
i would have killed someone at one of the turns if i'd been driving.
the expensive houses that line the windy street weren't at all crooked though,
and most were quaint and pretty apartments that i wouldn't mind living in!
we caught another cable car after walking down the crooked street,
and headed back downtown to union square
to have dinner at the cheesecake factory.
i da-baoed a cheesecake coz i didn't have space for dessert.
didn't eat the cheesecake in the end,
due of unforseen circumstances
(like lack of fridge and many other things to eat),
and had to dispose of it in hong kong *grimace*
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