From School

I almost decided not to blog from the school computer, for I was afraid of spying eyes that would only be thwarted by a hunched back and rapid slamming of the keys in 'alt + tab' sequence.

I was right!

We leapt.

So we took the first leap.

The money has been spent. Everything should follow through neatly thereafter, I think. I hope. I pray it would.

I am wondering if I actually spent too much time in the imagined community, such that facing up to reality is too much I can bear.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

And it goes rolling and rolling

and then it comes to a sudden stop as the screech rings out, piercing the windscreen. Sometimes, the screech from the passenger is even louder then the tyre as it burns against the asphlat.

Are they right? Am I such a bad driver that I should never have passed the exam? They being a couple of taxi drivers too?

Or am I right? That maybe if a triangle plate branded driver could actually drive sans the worry of having to swerve and veer to screams and late instructions, and not have to answer to silly questions like 'Have you been practicing your driving?', I could actually drive better.

Or maybe its just both.

My lousy camera

Every promise I make myself to blog about my SBWR and PRP trips is always shredded to smithereens at the sight of square after square of blurred pixels in my FIELD TRIP folder.

The lousy moment capturing device embedded within my phone never does justice to colours, angles, light etc. At the very least, it could render a large chunk of a bright colour rather nicely. like this.

This was taken shortly after the owner of the jacket (not picture above) excused herself to the washroom. Thereafter, the subject made a beeline for the parka, slipped it on, caressed his newly clad arms and smugly repeated 'so smoooooooooth'.

The parka is retailing for $19.90. As the older sister, should I?

Photographs!

I dragged this deep fried chicken head from the corner of the 'mango deep fried chicken in mint sauce'. It was cleverly concealed under a heap of parsley; I lifted it from beneath because it was still attached by a piece of meat? vein? to the neck.

No, I did not eat it.

Left: 1/2 7up 1/2 tiger beer. Courtesy of Mum.

Middle: Warm water flavoured with essence of a very popular soft drink.

Right: Acidic tea.

What a waste.