post about driving and about the rural area
there isn't much to do without a job this week but to find people to sit with, drive around with. judging from the metering system i have driven perhaps 300 kilometres these past few days, my eyes get watery from staring at the roads so much. they say the journey is what matters but on KL roads this isn't the case - too much traffic jams and bad parking spaces but it's tolerable when there is conversation about things that matter to us. the destinations give me much rest, space to swing my arms and enough ground to kick my legs around, bone-loosening. sometimes friends would pop in a cd they made, and everything moving in front of me would again look like a long-winded shot in a movie.
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i drove my parents down to my grandmother's town today and had my teeth checked. the dentist woman wore a white head dress and had the surgical apron (? ) tied loosely over a red floral batik number. i was anticipating the nice grinding feeling made by the teeth cleaning utensils but i guess i brushed too hard in the morning (i wanted to impress the dentist that way) - she my teeth were fine and needed no cleaning. i only had to pay RM1 for the check-up.
for the first time in months i got to see the blue shapes of rainforestted hills, today spanning the panoramic space of the health clinic's parking lot.
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the grandmother gathered a bunch of durians and my father pried them open with only his bare hands. the scent of it wouldn't wash off. my grandmother insisted i rub salt on the surface of an empty durian shell and then drink water from it - it cures heatyness she says. the surface of the cup was waxy like styrofoam. when i poured water into it, it made a sort of pearly bubble effect. i don't know how to explain the look, or why i am even mentioning it. i was in a half wooden home, surrounded by vegetable plantations and cages of magpies, and i was drinking salt water from a cup made out of the inner linings of a fruit that resembles a medieval weapon.
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later on i went birdwatching. the birds were unfamiliar, the sounds they made were different, and they perch on sugarcanes instead of electricity poles. white fungus grew from the sides of dried tree trunks, like a decorative ruffle on a sleeve. my grandmother started to chop down bunches of unripe banana. later my mother joined her, like forest people, picking leaves, slapping insects.
i went inside to lay on a wooden bench and fell asleep. in a week, i will have to start working again, endless office cubicles. type, kerning, sans-serif, tension, flow.
here is a photo of me and a friend, bored after a lovely housewarming at The Apartment:
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i drove my parents down to my grandmother's town today and had my teeth checked. the dentist woman wore a white head dress and had the surgical apron (? ) tied loosely over a red floral batik number. i was anticipating the nice grinding feeling made by the teeth cleaning utensils but i guess i brushed too hard in the morning (i wanted to impress the dentist that way) - she my teeth were fine and needed no cleaning. i only had to pay RM1 for the check-up.
for the first time in months i got to see the blue shapes of rainforestted hills, today spanning the panoramic space of the health clinic's parking lot.
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the grandmother gathered a bunch of durians and my father pried them open with only his bare hands. the scent of it wouldn't wash off. my grandmother insisted i rub salt on the surface of an empty durian shell and then drink water from it - it cures heatyness she says. the surface of the cup was waxy like styrofoam. when i poured water into it, it made a sort of pearly bubble effect. i don't know how to explain the look, or why i am even mentioning it. i was in a half wooden home, surrounded by vegetable plantations and cages of magpies, and i was drinking salt water from a cup made out of the inner linings of a fruit that resembles a medieval weapon.
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later on i went birdwatching. the birds were unfamiliar, the sounds they made were different, and they perch on sugarcanes instead of electricity poles. white fungus grew from the sides of dried tree trunks, like a decorative ruffle on a sleeve. my grandmother started to chop down bunches of unripe banana. later my mother joined her, like forest people, picking leaves, slapping insects.
i went inside to lay on a wooden bench and fell asleep. in a week, i will have to start working again, endless office cubicles. type, kerning, sans-serif, tension, flow.
here is a photo of me and a friend, bored after a lovely housewarming at The Apartment: