Like that last one was so overdue..!
I've been back at that Peninsula for more than three months now and just said goodbye to my mother again last Sunday, after she came and visited... I suppose that as well as getting my film strips on here (one day in the near future), I'll have to steal some of the photos we took while my mum was here with her new indestructible digital camera.
I generally don't like to have my photos on tracecrook.com even though I do use it as another means of communication (basically public E-mail, no?) but I've realised one can't help being tagged in a billion normal photos that friends put there.
..."Please," I plea, "If your mates really want to see your photos, they'll go through a bit more effort than to respond to all those notifications from invasively commercial social networks that they haven't disabled yet, and after booking your face, follow a tidy link to a tidy and humble gallery bloggy thingy which doesn't compell one to 'book' innumerous 'faces' all day long." I really don't want to compromise my natural beauty by being booked in the face with an electronic tag again.
Isn't techno-jargon quite somethin' special?
As for my life(style), I've been teaching all week except for my off day which I use to fill in as daddy, 'Abang Ben,' for the dear nephews of my Malaysian friend - She's about my age. I haven't been to their village that often recently though because of my passport troubles, which should hopefully be snorted in time for me to go to Norfolk in July. My bro should have his passport done a safe time before mine, and hopefully come and visit me before we continue to the Untidied Krumb, or Un-tie-dyed Kurtain, maybe. I'm teaching for a company that I have alot to say about, and I might do that, when I'm out and don't need to remain optomistic while I remain dedicated to work, bla bla blah... I brought my violin from Australia having decided that if I brought it instead of one of my three guitars then I'd be more likely to learn violin in my spare time. I wish I'd brought one bloody guitar rather than forget my basic guitar technique, having no time or energy to play violin, and imagining three playable and beloved instruments waiting sadly atop the best hill-top in any rainforest of Australia to be warped by the heat and humidity.
One more darkly entertaining image: A couple of weeks ago, My mother and I went by bus to meet my friend's family in Seremban. On the way, we were driven wide around a corner where there was a wrecked car on the inside line. Only I spotted the bloke sitting upright and limp with blood trickling down his face behind the fractured windscreen; My mother saw the small crowd that had gathered at a distance. It made her gasp. It made me think that it hasn't yet happened that I've witnessed a freshly killed car crash victim; the authorities in Australia and England must be so efficient to cover things up... Also, the discrimination between dogs and cats, and other animals isn't so obvious in the roadkill clean-up in Asia.
I guess I could go on if the more interesting ones would come out and play but, that'll do for. You see, thats why I want to include my photos for regularly: I can then tell stories as triggered by the pictures, like a photo journal.
Written by choben at 03:17 PM.
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