Mission Impossible

Pretty much been labelled a shocking deviant by most of my friends. Not for the raunchy reasons most of you are thinking up at the moment though.

You see, a number of my friends are amateur photographers, keen enthusiasts all armed 24/7 with their trusty cameras wildly eager on getting that perfect shot. Hell, a single well-placed lamp-pole could garner fifty digital shots at the least. Lanky Lex even spends thousands on his supermagical photolens thingamajig. Even Big Bicep Barry practically worships his curiously accident-prone camera.


Damn I look good!
For me, I'm the total opposite. Don't get me wrong. I do have a camera purchased shortly before my Turkish Expedition though I hardly snapped any pics apart from the awe-inspiring Hagia Sophia. Without my brother's regular nags ( himself also an enthusiast ), I doubt I'd even snap a single picture. Western Europe barely registered on my camera with only fifty shots - mostly the duly required shots of myself cheesily grinning at the Eiffel Tower, the Notredame and the Big Ben. Even the entire Australian continent has been summarized into fifteen pictures for me.

I always assume there are better pictures than the ones that I take ( hence my obsession with posters, postcards and souvenirs ) and hell, anyone else would make a better subject than me. No doubt if I looked like the impossibly perfect teendream Zac Efron, I'd have an encylopaedia of photobooks already. Probably with life-size posters to give away after each trip as well :)


Pictures! Pictures! Pictures!
But times are a-changing and so am I. So this last trip to Beijing, I made quite an effort in taking photographs as Charming Calvin would surely attest, absolutely determined to return with at least two dozen pictures. Did the victory sign at the Great Wall, squinted at the camera at the Forbidden Palace and even duly waved a miniature flag at Tiananmen Square. Terribly touristy!

Succeeded in getting the numbers I wanted but only barely. Try going around begging strangers to snap a picture - while wondering suspiciously if they're gonna make away with the spanking new cam.

Still it's already quite enough to fill up a scrapbook especially with the numerous mementoes I dragged home. Calvin has been charged to bring back some extra Mao badges for me to pin. Anything heavier and he'd probably cry. So no hunky muscular Chinese soldiers to clip to the pages though. But yes, I've found a new craze for myself and I've already gotten my work scissors, epoxy glue sticks, sheet protectors and other basic tools for scrapbooking.

I know. A friend told me I'm turning into quite the Midwestern suburban housewife.