Stuff Indie People Like: arma et virumque cano - That is What I Kept Saying In My Head at the Airport

I started reading the Penguin Classics copy of Virgil's Aeneid, which is translated by W. F. Jackson Knight. I'm pretty in love with it. It's given me a new dream. I've got to get good at translating the Aeneid. Translating Latin is going to be my new talent. At present, I have not been maintaining any talents, unless you call blogging a talent.

I might also pretend that I am Aeneas on my travels. I'm not actually a fan or anything of the bloke, but I like to think that maybe someone like the Gods cares for me. If that even makes sense.

I have been in Singapore for more than twenty-four hours now. I had a turbulent flight. But don't worry, it turned out okay and I didn't throw up even though I was stuck in my seat for three quarters of an hour with a painful bladder and a tray of cookies and cream mousse and lamb in cream sauce. I'd like to be cryptic, or should I say "kryptik", and leave it to you to decide whether the A380 is Indie or not. It's not that I'm a country turtle or anything, but I had the time of my life because the INFLIGHT ENTERTAINMENT WORKED. Even during turbulence, take-off and landing, and other times. I watched Gosford Park and I recommend it. Indies are culturally aware and I think satirical movies about the English class-system in 1935 should be high on your agenda. Like, one must get the staples watched, but it's really rather more important to digest the unmainstream Indie works. I'm just saying. But if you still wanna keep up with the Jones or the Jonas brothers or whatevs, fine, go ahead, waste your days away watching Woody Allen films until you feel you could respond to any situation as Woody Allen. And it had a stunner cast! Then I actually had a sleep.

Look at this cool thing from the aeroplane. If you look hard, you will see that there is some bird crap with a feather in it stuck to the camera.

I went to Orchard Road today. I walked up and down a million times, but one could count on one hand the number of shops I entered. And the shop I wanted to go to was not even open.

Here are some things I have eaten today. But I will spare you the details so I will not talk about the chuee kway, the apple or the curry puff, none of which I have photographed.

Note: Above are two photos of one fish. I didn't eat two, incase you know, you thought that.

I cannot remember a time when I ever went to Singapore and didn't go to Takashimaya to get a pancake filled with chocolate and in the shape of a fish.

Then I decided it would be cool to go to the mall for young people. Unfortunately only the food places were open. I took these photos of the closed clothes shops. Most, I think, were hipster men's shops, but I imagined myself going in and buying something without realising they were for men. Then I walked around the park and went to the 'underground' cool young people market. I considered getting this coloured chalk pastels for hair. Maybe when I go back. All sorts of colours. There was a picture of it's effect...on blonde hair. So hmmm...

Naturally I came first, as the mall was almost a ghost town. But don't worry, I didn't get creeped out by the idea that people might pop out from around corners in hats like these: