Tuesday, September 05, 2006

taking the piss.

I've been acting out the role of a triad member for the past week, complete with imaginary menacing tattoos of Chinese characters which don't make sense. Everyday, I have a staring competition with John, who lives in the building directly opposite me. At least, I would like to call him John, but his name is probably Chew Chew or something ludicrous like that. He's a dog btw, and a really cute Shi Tzu at that. Why do people give their pets the most ridiculous and demeaning of labels (I won't even call it 'names'), I don't know. I am qualified to judge and deride because my two dogs are called Bubu and Chacha, so I'm on the same derogatory level as all those people out there. Think about it - very seldom do you hear of a pet that's been given an ordinary name. You know what? I shall call my future dog Mr Doubting Thomas. And in the event that he runs away from me when I bring him out for walks, I will yell as loudly as I can: "Come back smoochie-poo-pie-honey-bunny-kins." After all, I'm a blind follower of trends. And ever-obedient - I aim to please.

I also used to have two terrapins, they were a Christmas present. Both of them were male, and I've always wondered if I had kept them long enough - would they turn homosexual due to pent-up sexual frustations? Do terrapins even get horny? They must do. I've seen them mount each other on occasion, but I didn't hear any of the pre-requisite noises, so I figured they were just trying to claim their respective rights to the middle strata of air-space in the tank. Anyway, I called them Bobo and ChaCha. What an exercise in creativity. I'm occasionally blinded by my own brightness, and it's immensely gratifying. You start thinking: "Wow, what an achievement! I'm so capable." Then again, I was a gauche kid of 18 years, what could I possibly know, besides Newton's Third Law, and the sad and misplaced faith in the concept of 'forevermore'? But I suppose there's no excuse good enough in the world to justify lameness in its purest form.

What I really wanted to say today, is that the best panini ever invented has to be the All-Day Breakfast from Pret A Manger, or Caffe Nero. Egg, bacon, sausage - you can't really go wrong with them. Like how you can't go wrong with Verdi or Mozart. That's all from me for today, folks, have a good day.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

best concert i had ever seen in my entire life!
summer of 2006.
time reinforces and diminishes.
there is no satisfying greed.
fuming at myself; gripe alert!
panicking.
lunch.
three unrelated photos.
quattro formaggi, cover my eyes.
do not wake me up when September ends.

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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.