Tuesday, May 16, 2006

A Virgin Whore Test

di·chot·o·my ( P ) Pronunciation Key (d-kt-m)n. pl. di·chot·o·mies
Division into two usually contradictory parts or opinions: “the dichotomy of the one and the many” (Louis Auchincloss).

If the dichotomy of gay men is Top and Bottom,
gay women must be ................?

A quiz that might interest all virgin-whores out there.

Indelible Love


For almost 90 minutes, I thought I had jinxed Liverpool by ingraining an indelible design of absolute love on matchday itself. Thankfully, the love was reciprocated.

The tattooist said I was the most excitable customer she had the pleasure of torturing. Perhaps it was my stupid little grin but I blame it on the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. To cut a long story short, the first cut is the deepest, cutting it close and cutting corners, I didnt faint nor did I cry. I was stoned silent.

Its still sore today and it doesnt help when friends slap you in the arm. I would be happier with a slap across the face.

The tattoo itself.

* Its a Liverbird and not the logo of The Chicken Rice Shop!

Thursday, May 11, 2006

The Inconspicuous Benefits of Black and White


Watching the 1962 World Cup programme in black and white gave me goosebumps. Joanna Lumley remains my greatest perversion, World War II was the most romantic of wars and Alfred Hitchcock's warped films was the most unnerving.

There's nothing quite like the magnificence of colours and the stories they tell. But its the untold stories that piqued the senses. Imagine a spot of dampness in Joanna's red underwear. Colour will brush that accurately whereas the magnitude of the dampness and redness are left to your own in black and white. And mum will tell you that if your're left to your own devices, you're capable of the most heinous of crimes.

Even books should be read in black and white. Try reading the benchmark spy novel, 'The Spy who Came in from the Cold' by Le Carre uncoloured. The plotting and counterplotting, the cold and the barren landscape leaves everything to the imagination.

Grey matters in black and white.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Designer Love

I'm PUMPED

I'm taking the PLUNGE!

I'm ingraining an indelible design of absolute love. Right or left arm?

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Shifting Sand, Hot Air and the Great Divide

The conspiracists are having a field day deciphering this stupendous curveball thrown by the Malaysian government on closing the negotiations on the crooked bridge. Needless to say, the Singaporeans are perplexed and stumped by this discontinuation of talks; that they probably suspect behind this preposterousness, there must be some kind of genius. I think people think too hard and try to see what's not there. The facts are there.

1. The announcement to end negotiations on the issue.
We've so many bilateral issues which has remained unresolved since the split. We could have KIVed the issue and revive it at a more opportune time.

2. The intervention of The International Court of Law or Arbitration (or whatever you call it, cant be eff to research).
Excuse me, the dispute hasnt arised yet and noone has brought the matter up to the concerned judiciary bodies. Why the speculation on the possible outcome of justice before deliberations on the negotiations are conducted?

3. Selling sand and airspace.
One is a red herring and one is a commercial matter to benefit a few. Airspace is the sovereign asset owned by the country and any revenue collected from it, directly goes to the coffers of the governement. Sand is different in that there are private stakeholders who own land and concessions who will benefit directly from it. Since sand is a strategic commodity, APs would have to be issued. We all know the rest of the scheme.

4. Negotiations to be called off because of legal implications.
The legal implication at this juncture is that someone has possibly made overtures to Singapore to include the sand and airspace in the negotiations. The plot was on the verge of falling apart, thus the need to close the negotiations before it unravels.

Of course, this whole conspiracy put forth is purely speculative and totally baseless. I kid you not.

A poem by the Scottish poet Robert Burns (1759 - 96):
The best laid schemes o' mice and men
Gang aft agley [often go awry]
And leave us nought but grief and pain
For promised joy!

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Tree Top Mentality

No dirty linen on display BUT .......


All Valued Residents,

Dear Sir/Madam

Throwing Cigarettes Butts From Units Balconies

The management wishes to express its deep regret that despite writing to a few residents not to throw cigarettes butts from the balconies, we still see residents continue doing it. A week ago a resident had her shirt partially burnt due to a burning cigarette being dropped from the balcony. We seek all residents' cooperation to stop throwng cigarettes butts outside. Please use ashtrays and throw it in the dustbins.

Regards
XXX Management

Its not about the grammatical and spelling errors nor
about them witnessing the act nor
about a lady getting burnt nor
that we need to buy disposable ashtrays.

So much for living in a 'high class' condominium where its main occupants are provincial Japanese, crude Koreans and trashy Whites. The token local monkey is offended.

The Stephen Hawking Music Video

Truly bizarre and unsettling. Watch at your own risk.

http://ebaumsworld.com/flash/rubberjohnny.html

* Sorry Mr Hawking, but the likeness is uncanny. David Lynch's Eraserhead comes to mind too.