The flea market at the Red Roof was alright. Didn’t see too much human traffic there but that was okay. I was more disappointed with the people who asked what time, and got excited over it a bit but didn’t turn up at all. Why do people love doing that? It’s better not to turn up at all, rather than say you will but you don’t. Oh crap. Such a waste of sms.

By noon I had already stunk. Spent most of the time downstairs trying to get people to come up and see what’s going on. I particularly liked Ola Lola but I’m not much a patron of female jewellery. Felt like a hippie community, if it was ever close. Babies were being passed around from mother to friend to stranger to stranger to mother and we were in such close proximity. It was crowded, yet it was still comfortable. You know, that kind. I don’t know if we could pull off another one. If you’d like to see it happen again, do drop me a note. I’d like to focus on a certain niche market, next time. Like jewellery and clothes only. No pathetic books on baby massage, astronomy, and such. And that trade-offs are encouraged, instead of buying. Would you trade? I’d call it Trade Space. Maybe have some performances also. Maybe that might work ya? Perhaps.

The guys next door just brought a girl into their unit. I heard screaming and crying. But I didn’t call the police, just like the time my neighbour hit his son. Why do people do the things that they do?

August already.