Poetry and Loneliness and Evocativeness

What is the difference between a civil servant and a public servant?

I was wondering about that; so Someone Who Knows, please enlighten all of us so that we can skip this topic and race on to the good bits.

While I’m at it, does anyone know a word for “nondescript, insignificant, blending into the background” that starts with “in” and is 3 syllables or more? Because I was wondering about that too. We were all discussing it today, and ended up calling it “in-thingyish”.

I sound nerdy.

I got my Malacca photos developed today. Some photos look very funny because they’re taken too close and the br**** area looks kind of sag** (my nonsuccessful attempt to be inscrutable, hur hur). The photo of my dad holding a mangosteen was taken really badly and he looks 70 instead of 65. The lamentable thing is his nose looks almost exactly like mine. My genes have been contaminated by him… I look exactly like my mom, except for her wonderful, small, sharp nose which contrasts with my wonderful, not-so-small, money nose (what the Chinese euphemistically call a nose that is, well, the size of a small Cadbury cream egg).

Anyway, was looking through my photos and was very amused when I came across this one photo of an old man by the sea in Malacca. When I took it I thought I was being sensitive and artistic and I thought that I was taking a photo which would capture the kind of loneliness and poetry of the old man’s life, which would be evocative and bold; and felt very proud of myself. However after I’d taken it, (behind his back of course) I’d walked a little closer and discovered that he had been relieving himself and was still relieving himself. :o( Luckily, the photo came out evocative and bold and poetic; but I’d been an unknowing perv and I feel like such a fool now. I’m thankful that the old man will never know; but isn’t it a strange world? He’s probably wandering around living his life and minding his own business in Malacca, not knowing that this Singaporean busybody has one of his finer moments captured on film. I wish I could stop being so “blur”, but it must be a gene or something; I’ve been blur since I was born (at a young age, I thought that “On Christ the Solid Rock I stand” was “Oh Christ Was Born in Robot’s Land”) and I hope I won’t be blur until “I’ve been there ten thousand years bright shining as the sun” but it seems a likely possibility.

Got to run. I want to catch Singaporean Idol; and did you know that the Banana Man (the bright guy who auditioned in a Watermelon Mask and Banana hairdo) was on Friendster? Hehe. You know who I’ll be adding next…