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Loud voices in the morning made me drag my feet out of my room to investigate. Tripped over a mess of suitcases and clothes and plastic bags, my brother was back from Hong Kong! Still rather unsure if I should be happy because of his arrival or sad because the house will never be as.. Empty as it was, when he was gone. Stumble stumble stumble to the kitchen for O.J (with fuckload of pulp), sat down for less than 10 seconds when he walked over and shoved a box underneath my nose.
(…Sorry have to digress for a while because my parents are in the living room watching this chinese variety show and my dad’s laughter is infectious, my guts tickle whenever he laughs. Like right now. Now that I’ve heard his laughter continously for three minutes or more, I’m pretty sure it might be more of a giggle instead of a laugh. A laugh does not go “Hehehee..Hee..Haha..Heehe-HAHA!!..HeeheeEhee.Teehee..” now, does it?)
Anyway… My brother bought me a Fisheye2.
I am very amazed by his kind generosity because he rarely does this whole, gift-buying thing. Super touched, I am. He proceeded to tell me, with arms waving madly around in the air, about the great adventure he had to embark on to get that camera, because the shop he went to didn’t have anymore Fisheye2, so he had to take a bus? Train? To the Lomography HQ (or something) to buy it. AWW!
