The Market.

Okay, so I haven't slept.
I got too excited with the CAMERA and that
photoshop thingamajig. Yes, I will do whatever
it takes to get you to notice that I HAVE A NEW CAMERA.

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So anyway, yeah, i've just had another
traumatising experience at GEYLANG again.
This time, I was wearing shorts.
And I had black nails. And those Malays looked
at me like it was going to be the end of the world.
I think they tought that I was Satan or something..
People like to grope other people in that market.

And well, I saw some guy who looked like IAN WATKINS. HOHO.
And I spoke English and they stared. -_-

I screamed when I stepped into a puddle.
I am so not a market person.
I am so not a Geylang person.
I am so not Malay.

And well, I think butchers look evil, and somehow,
fishmongers look like they lead sad lives, because
they come home to their children
smelling like fish.

I saw a black kitten snorting mucus.
I don't care how gross that is. It's still cute.

I saw a pile of maggots. That's uber-gross.
And not cute.
I ran.

And then in the taxi..
The driver was talking too much.
And he was honking at innocent people.
I got scared but I stayed still.

I'm home now.
Geylang is scary.