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