surreal

Something utterly surreal occured to me last saturday. Woke up way too early after a night out (damn russians :P ) to the sound of hammerdrilling in our lounge room. Ok, try to sleep some more but headed to town later. Dropped into the wonderful Muji in Paragon, no real reason, just truly dropping in. Heard the music and thought 'hmm that sounds familiar'. Started listening and realised i knew it as Kolare Karl . Funny I thought, in a japanese store in singapore...
Next song on was, no doubt, a traditional swedish polska on nyckelharpa sounding suspiciously as played by Olov Johansson (of Väsen)...
Had to ask the attendant who claimed it to be japanese music but showed their compilation cd's. Irish, spanish, latino, xmas... -and swedish. Just had to buy the thing because of the nice photos of swedish summer. Complete booklet with introductions to the musicians -in japanese.
Ok, I pretty much know them anyway...

Loaded my walkman with some new trad songs and spent the rest of the day on a community bbq in Punggol. Punggol is way out in the east where no whites usually go :) -and people ask me how I can be so localised after only six months. I piked on the karaoke with 15 chinese singing cantonese hits though :P

Sunday meant kayaking in the clear blue waters of singapore, spotting fascinating sea creatures and coralls. Not. We did see a few plastic bags tho, and quickly counted to 84 boats, ships, tankers, barges and ferries in size small to SUPERHUGE!
Kayaking was fun, but not so thrilling and overwhelming. The scenery just isn't the best...
Finished the day with great dinner before the mental preparation for work started.