And its raining at the red light district tonight.
“If there’s something inside you that you wanted to say, say it out loud it’ll be ok. I will be your light.”
My ipod is near drained and i find myself at a familiar corner which i frequented last year because it’s the only bar that serves you 100 kinds of beer. I smile, i walk and i shoot. I have always been fascinated with people who work at night and sleep during the day. This placid state during daytime comes bustling to life as soon as daylight extinguishes. Foreigners and expats frequent this side of the city mainly because of the girly bars. but I like to hang out here every now and then. There’s a 24-hour diner that serves the awesomest breakfast with free refills of coffee. There’s a bar there with chairs lining the road so you could see the action in the street as it unfolds. There’s all kind of restos around from Indian to American to Korean to Chinese. There are massage places and internet cafes. You can see vendors peddle cigarettes and ladyboys peddle their charms. The mix is as eclectic and as ironic as it’s name – the surname of a priest that died in a garote.
Listening to: Dry The Rain by The Beta Band