magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.

Sunday, November 20, 2005
physicallyfitlemur

Stop on me, shout "World Peace!"
Slide from the block, love peace, oh please!
We don't need bouncers or police
It's saturday night, it's nothin' better
Spread the word, we comin' together
So come on with me now

Dip, dive, socialize
Get ready for the saturday night
--ozomatli, saturday night

its the weekend, buddies! be happy!

quick updates:
1. wallet got stolen. oh well. at least i get to replace my ugly matric card. and my ezlink card. and my bus pass. and my nets card. uhhh. what was the good part about this whole losing-my-wallet jaunt again?

2. furniture is gigging in singapore!!!11!1
yes my little chickens! my co-favourite malaysian band (tied with klphq) is coming to play on sunday!! substation. pregigs at prince of wales and arts house on friday and saturday. tickets at 8 bucks but im buying their cd (twilight chases the sun) so i'll get sort-of-kinda free entry (i consider getting "free entry" for paying $15 for a cd being anything but) but hey! i love them. cd purchase=worthwhile. mark is interviewing them on the 26th on unpopular radio and so this forces me to listen to his lousy little spoon-unfested station. haha mark. no i won't link him, he'd like it if i do.

3. congratulations to myself for my stellar dietary habits acquired while the maternal parental unit is away in hongkong. examples include:

-when hungry and finding no food in the house, going to sleep and waiting for dad to buy fast food

-eating a whole slab of cote d'or fruit and nut chocolate on the pretext of being too weak with hunger to cook (i can't cook. full stop) and justifying it by explaining to myself that there are raisins inside, so it must be good for me. and also some round nut which i cant identify.

-when hungry and finding no food in the house, eating island creamery icecream.

well done good job on becoming a heaving blob of fat, me.

4. my little zebra dove died last week. not from bird flu though. i found him at the bottom of the cage in the morning when i went to check the birdseed. he seemed okay the day before during his twice-weekly bath, but wasn't eating much. i thought he was just nervy because of the new housekeeper we have (he's the only one of all my birds who spooks at strange human beings) but it was maybe something worse. my dad thinks the new housekeeper might have scared him to death, but i really doubt so. anyhow, he's gone to a better place now. i buried him under his favourite rambutan tree on thursday.

i rescued him from outside the back of acjc way back in j1. he had a twisted foot with one of his toes missing. probably from a bad cat attack. he was pretty small, maybe about 2 or 3 months old judging from the scales on his toes and general size. he got better much quickly after a bit of gentle handling and was actually on his way to becoming a better singer than my other zebra dove when he suddenly died. he was always my favourite bird, not least because he would pump his head up and down and make loving "arrr" noises whenever he saw me. his dusk cooing was very pretty.

i shall miss him. rest in peace, little bird.

5. dorsal vein is always misheard by me as dorsal fin. free willy. i know: however did i get past the interviewers? should i kill myself now?

6. i think i'm very racist. and stuck-up. hmm. i have never been very observant of politically-correct norms. realise that being from sap schools my entire life has given me a completely different set of priorities from other singaporeans (example: my poly friends). we worry about, cherish and prioritize completely different set of things, and our goals and ambitions are completely different. am i elitist by virtue of environment? hmm. well we can't be all-inclusive all of the time. or else we'd never be very interesting people. so i guess that settles that weird semi-reflective navelgazing jaunt of mine. ho hum.

7. i actually feel that i have an intensely boring blog. in fact this blog radiates such blinding rays of boredom that i'm surprised it doesnt put people straight to sleep.

8. squash is very very fun when you play with shens like bao who can catch all your weird shots and give you interesting shots to hit back.

9. sherman, my red hermit crab, looks kind of sick. buti somehow doubt there's a vet service for crabs in singapore. maybe it's time to get a normal pet like a dog. i'll probably get a shar-pei (little chinese fighting dogs!) or a corgi (mean little muscular dogs that look a bit like mongrel dachshunds) or a bulldog (a face only a mother can love. i sympathise.) or a westie (which shel says i remind her of. haha im not THAT hyperactive) or maybe i'll just adopt one from the spca. god knows they have to euthanise hundreds of dogs every year and that's just not fair. if we went around killing all the humans who were useless wastes of space i'd be long dead by now.

well maybe sherman's alright after all. he just ran across guyton at top speed and nearly got stuck in the usb port hub. now he's busily conquering my mechanical pencil. i guess he was just bored.

+ fictions&fires 8:03 PM

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