Fungus of Ferguson

Fungus of ferguson! I did'nt know that I left that gay track still playing on my blog page!!! I put it up for testing and I forgot to delete it off the template. Arg.

My deepest apologies to those who listened and puked at its gaydity.
No time to blog now; need to pack for batam this afternoon.



-outhere

Travel tissue

These few days I have been rotting. Just waking up really late and rotting the day away. Its nice rotting.

I decided to do what I do best yesterday. Picked up my gear, stuffed them into my Tenba, and walked right out into the beaming sunshine of the tropics. Exposed one roll of 200 Superia. ( neopan and agfa, your turn will come. sit still! )

I practically walked most of my journey with no direction; looking for Liang Court. Why? Clubsnap peeps have been talking about the B1 of Meidi-Ya supermart where developing is cheap. Develop and scan. woohoo.

On the way (say, I can't remember where, but its before the SGX building, after laopasat i think ) to Liang Court, there was girl, I reckon 17 or 18, medium build, fair complexion. She was sitting on the stone bench, crying over the phone.
She was pretty, fair and all.

Thoughts flooded me. Lost a job. Misunderstanding. Scolding. Backstab. Death. Did it matter?

I walked past her. Stopped. And turned around. I thought twice, and I naively wanted to make a difference. Not the difference. A difference.

I handed her the packet of tissue, she looked up at me, said a muffled 'thankew' and then looked down back into her realm. Those poor red eyes from sobbing.
I hope I eased her day.

Try writing when you travel. I pen things that come to me when I travel. Here's exerpt of yesterday.

'When will all of people begin to realize that at any one point of journey, every nook and cranny carries its own story, and is waiting to be told? And if so,
so?'
14:59




Yes, I am me.
-outhere

Europa

It has been a week since I last blogged. And many things have happened in a week.

I pulled a giraffe long face when I undertook the painstaking task to scrub-rub off the stains of Berger Sealant and Weather Bond paint off the floor. with thinner. I tell you! Weather bond bonds! wah lao. rubbed until my hands became pinky red. It is a lonely, harsh thing to do all alone in the carporch, with only my cone radio to accompany me and BORE me with the tracks that is ocassionaly played. Those tracks that Iv heard like 500 times. hello. I have like 10 CDM albums already. I was like, PLAY SOMETHING i havent heard before!!!! but anyway. It was nice to hum away to old tunes.

First day was scraping off the old paint. I think that was Saturday. or was it friday. Ah. Imagine! Greeny algae growing under whitewash!! my gash.
So we scraped the whole day, then washed up
Dad and Charles was arnd to help. charles does his everneverwillchange disappearing act to check his yahoo mail or something. and dad leaves to check the contractors doing the garden. (yes we redid the entire garden with pearl grass, :what a name to entice the Asian.)

So I'm left. ALONE ! AGAIN!

heh.

now I can claim 90% of the entire BnW redoing of our porch. The long awaited painting of the house. ( well part of the house) ALL by Doug. haha. yess. ME.

alone.
The painting was definitely more interesting than the thinner-cleaning. That sucked. ( re: the movie Revolver, the china mafia Lord John keeps saying cocksucker ah, cocksucker. hahaha. in cantonese accent.)
But I must say again, the porch looks great now. really nice. like new house. mm mmmm.
but it was hard work.

these past few days, me and dad have been the ones doing all the stuff at home. Clean house, wash clothes. I mean, I always do that. But when dad's around, I guess it sort of feels different. Somehow.
It is the lose of those who don't do the chores. I almost despise them.

The irony hits me satirically funny. I remember how dad was rushing me to look for a pt job even during my O's. well it was the last few days of it, but still. Then after the O's, he was like, hurry go find, keep yourself busy, earn some money. So I told him I wanted meaning, significance in the PartTime job, preferably as a photographer's assistant/freelancer. Something that didnt just dish out cutthroat cheapo pays per hour like Macs. Something that didnt just hire to extend its mercy employement to further its corporate visions of crass commercialism. ( then I realize that this is in reality, the reality. That will be in another post. remind me!)

Given the nature of PA, it takes a while. So till now I have kept myself at home, helping around, Clubsnapping, selling/buying, making a few hundered. ( got an Eos30+bp300 with a usm )
the point is, IF I REALLY GOT A JOB, who would have done the painting? Okay, I will eat all the humble pies in the world but seriously, who would have done as thorough a job as I did? Seriously! and if i follwed dad's advice., I would be earning nuts in Macs with ellise while WHO clears up chores at home...??!!? Both my parents are working, Charles is out at OBS for a week, (anyway he doesnt really help) and ELlise is proudly working at Macs.

so tell me, who?
Sometimes I feel I am the wisest in the family. At my age.


Even if I were, wisdom is stupidity.
And the reverse.


Darn my emotions.
still.


-outhere