banality

on weekend, i usually sleep until i leave a permanent dent on the mattress. today found me standing at the balcony at 8.30 am playing with house mate B's guinea pig. miracle. nah, its because i slept at 10 last night. while standing there, i noticed the faint smell of rubbish burning somewhere. in a disgusting way, i like it. form of aromatherapy, only cheaper. it reminds me of home, the smell emits a comforting feeling. back where i come from, Pekanbaru, disposing your garbage by burning them on your backyard is not an uncommon practice. i used to have this tuition teacher who burned his rubbish behind his house every evening. i sort of get used to the smell already. grimaced.







i like to tagged along to the market and snap pictures of unsuspecting folks.