Car Wash
Like I mentioned before, my sister just brought me the camera I wanted from Singapore and I'm still learning and playing around with the functions because I don't have the manual here. A geek like me doesn't need a manual anyway; we somehow manage to figure things out pretty easily. So today, I am testing out the Super Macro mode, a.k.a. extreme close-ups of everything imaginable. Funnily enough, I discover a caterpillar on the lavender plant I bought from the flea markets and decided to test my camera's abilities:
And here's a dead fly that has been laid in the graveyard that is my plant's soil:
Neat (and gross) or what? I don't think my squeamish housemate will agree.
I ask Michelle to drive me to the nearby Dewson's to buy some groceries for the dinner I'm supposed to cook for Russell and supposedly everyone else. After that, since it was a little too early for dinner, we wandered around Applecross and ended up at the jetty along the river:
Of course, camera in hand, you will take a few cheesy shots and help your sister do the touristy thing for her photo albums:
It looks like she's trying to throw me in the river from this angle but really I was pointing to the city while she supported me:
Ah, the perfect mozzarella-topped tourist shots:
We soon headed off to dinner at the popular Ipoh Hor Fun place along Canning Highway in Applecross and decided to work-off our dinner by washing Eric's car before we return it to him tonight:
Selected photos Christiana Westlake
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The funniest part at the car wash was when we were vacuuming the car and decided to refresh his car with a new scent. We chose the "new car" scent and boy did it smell bad! It smelt like an Indian motherfucker had slept in his car all week. We tried to cover up the smell with a dose of "pina colada" car freshener but it ended up smelling like the Indian mofo had been drinking Malibu in the car. All in a day's work.
1 Comments:
I was trying to throw u into the sea but u're too damn heavy...
Now worst part abt the smell of that car was the fact that we had to ride it back home, and then we all smelled like bloody stinkin indians drunk on malibu!
Wednesday, December 28, 2005 3:40:00 am
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