Today I was thinking about how owning a camera could transform my fame in blogosphere. Theoretically, with a camera, I would take stunning photographs of everyday life (grandparents kissing, babies smiling etc) and post them, so that even if I had utterly no wit that day, I had at least a picture of a toddler picking his nose for blog readers to coo over.
Unfortunately I have no camera, and this makes me slightly sad because beautiful Kodak moments in life go forgotten. Then again, it also means that if my home ever was broken into (like how my neighbour's home was broken into 2 weeks ago), the robbers' (them poor dears) best luck at stealing something valuable from my room would be the Red Bull shot that has sat on my desk for the past 3 months or so. I have never gotten round to drinking it because the healthfreak in me (which mostly comes out to play during blue moons, pig flying events and in the presence of Red Bull shots) declares it a dangerous, chemical-laden beverage. Robbers though, I feel, would find it a worthy find since most robberies, which require alertness, nimble-footedness and energy, occur at night, when they surely must be sleepy and tired like me.
By the way, in case I come off as the sort of person who makes impulsive purchases of Red Bull shots and then doesn't drink them, I should clarify that it was a free gift when I bought a microfabrication textbook at the MIT Co-op at the start of semester. One week later though, I returned the textbook when I realised that microfabrication is just 'not my thang'. Although I received a total refund when I returned the textbook, the bookstore people did not ask for the Red Bull shot back. SCORE, I thought to myself, for I have gained a free Red Bull shot! Which I will never drink, of course, but which the freebie-loving Asian me will nonetheless derive satisfaction from.
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