Tuesday, March 27, 2007

anna karenina

a tragic romance or a romantic tragedy?

kinsella should be categorized as easy-reading, like how erotic women stories belong to the self-help section, glossy tabloid news belong to the current/world information section and baking recipe books under the things-that-make-you-happy section.

fuck at 11:18 PM

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Saturday, March 24, 2007

im slightly curious about the identity of the perverted neighbour whose rotund silhouette mysteriously appears at the window sill in the middle of the night while swearing deep toned fucks in the most bizarre manner.

i think it's a tattoo palour cum makeshift brothel.

fuck at 1:26 AM

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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

anonymously yours

anonymity is a rare luxury of indulgence on days that i have to attend classes alone. i can look frumpy and sloppy in geeky specs, without giving a hoot about being recognized –meaning there are times where i may appear almost ghostly, like an apparition. but the thing i love about having friends in class or familiar classmates, there will be no chance that i will walk into a wrong tutorial class.

the first time i walked in for my psyc classes as a friendless loner, i was late, breathless and very embarrassed.

yesterday, i walked into the wrong class, only to realize 10minutes later and too embarrassed to walk out.

being anonymous would have adequately disguise my disorientation and awkwardness for the next hour if not for the two puerile psyc freshmen. she threw a sultry come-hither look and the boy was unable to contain himself. i would have dismissed any form of mild flirting because occasionally, it is inevitable. just a little more than that, will be obscene. so the audacity of them to flirt across me, through me and almost as if I was even microscopically discernible. i had the incredible need to breathe and to leave the young sweet pair to themselves. now i sound like sour grape.

and today, i got slammed between the lift doors because some blondie couldn’t be bothered to hold the lift door for me.

peeved. peeved. peeved!

fuck at 6:20 PM

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Monday, March 19, 2007

at the other doorstep

i've never been more annoyed with those garishly attired, giggly harajuku girls in school today.

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despite all that self-hype and high to dress in irish greens, i actually missed the celtic bagpipe parade, damn! i should have slept earlier, snoozed lesser. gah! i was jolted awake from my frightful dream then 'alarmed' and annoyed that all the whole bagpipe-kilt loving party started before me ):

but not until these people turned up at my other doorstep:

and more people,

and more and more people,

NO WAR FOR PROFIT
it seemed like a harmless demonstration to me,

in fact, some paraders might have been confused.
"excuse me miss, are you with the wrong crowd?"

fuck at 10:11 PM

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Thursday, March 15, 2007

ides of march - culture shock

i was wondering why were irishmen displaying patriotisms publicly on the ides of march because the scottish bagpipes were hardly mistakable; playing in the background of the city neighbourhood – almost a nightly affair since the end of last week. i was giving my nails a fresh coat of shanghai red paint before peeping out of the balcony, hoping to steal glances of men in scottish kilts. that was when i discovered a pole dancing school from my direct view in the opposite building, just above a beer place. women in racy lingerie pole-dancing to traditional scottish/celtic bagpipe music – it has got to be the culture shock of this week.


just last week, i met 4 koreans, 3 brazilians, 2 taiwanese and 1 columbian and i realized my tower is improportionately dominated by kimchi loving people. besides the pea-sized eyes, all the koreans i’ve met thus far remotely resemble the korean masses’ lover - rain. i got mildly acquainted to billy, the korean who bought the bulk of our excess furniture. brown the cunning bargainer from north who introduced himself as a colour because of his skin tone actually has a refined birth name(申龙喆). his refusal to admit his highly debated ancestry - resemblance to a default shaolin monk and our numerous onomatopoeic conversations had induced more side-aches than laughter. brown wanted to know the chinese symbolism/meaning of his name, which i had loosely or otherwise inaccurately translated as ‘stretching dragon’. daniel is the columbian charmer who contemplated to ink the chinese version of his name much to our (mich & i) disdain – da niu/ big cow somehow isn’t graphically poetic nor sensible to be permanently inked on the charmer. his brazilian nameless insignificant roommate however cheekily conned us of the 2 semi-inflated soccer balls inherited from previous unrelated generations. the 2 taiwanese girls probably didn’t know we speak her native tongue otherwise they might do a shihlin-style cut throat bargaining on me.


p/s: st patrick’s day is on Saturday – celebrating all things irish, pretending to be irish, watch the parade and drink a Guinness, have an irish soda bread or potato soup with live music and hourly irish dancing! now to find company…

fuck at 2:04 AM

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Friday, March 02, 2007

I know what I'll do next summer

ah that pool you say, we must visit you.

ah chia at 10:57 AM

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