sometimes

Maxwell Hill, September '09

I feel like I'm dropping higher into the sky.
Do I also sound like I'm on crack?

disaman

Edits: Smudged out ID and IC numbers, and the bit of my signature; switched to B&W mode and adjusted highlights and shadows for clarity. Everything else is evidence.

Sources verify that this is the first of three scrolls of ancient magic that I need to make cash disappear from my wallet.

sparkling

Low Yat is like a permanent PC Fair! Thank god I didn't bring much cash. Level upon level of temptation. I salivate to no end. Nice atmosphere too. A beautifully delicate balance of How Low Can Your RM Limbo? Everyone is here for a bargain, and all the shopkeepers know that. So they go "Best Price! Cheap!" and wink at you like they're only giving it to you. But you know that's not the best price cause she goes and does it to the hot guy with more gusto. Hence, formulated strategy: only buy from male / motherly people. Because I am female (with untuned gaydar) / can make self look hopelessly lost.

Just thought this was funny because you'd expect the competition to be cut-throat around here.

*walks up to Sandisk stall*

mp3 player?

*points to next-door Philips stall*

Yan, I don't know if you'll count this as bargaining, but I did talk to him about cycling in UTAR, Lookout Point, the mooncake festival, part-time jobs, the effect of resistance on sound quality, and jogging. Also, I effectively pointed in the general direction of his crotch and said

Can you take it off for me?

Uh..

The Spark.

Wha-?

mp3 player.

Oh. Heh. Okay.

Amy said I was flirting, but I think that borders on sexual harassment. Everything I say sounds wrong! Come on. You know you're thinking of all the wrong things "The Spark" can be...

Anyway.

Introducing!

>>>>The Spark!<<<<

This spells the end of social interaction for me.

mp3 mission

Going to Low Yat after class. Looking forward to returning a happier but much poorer person.

A personal mission to listen to Canon in D for an entire day has solidified my resolve to get myself an mp3 player. I want crystal clear piano notes, thank you. And I don't want to have to periodically readjust the headphone socket because the stupid connection decided to take a break.

Hence, Philips GoGear Spark. But will probably end up getting the Sansa Clip. You know how it is. You research like hell and you say "Yes! This is it! This is the one for me!" and then you go there and they don't sell that particular model you want. "Try this model lah! Same wan!". But not the model you want (and it's twice the price). Come to think of it right, same thing happens with boyfriends also.

But sometimes right, you just wander around and wonders happen. You suddenly find yourself face to face with the very item you have been looking for all this while but never knew you were looking for it. And you can actually afford it. Rare, but it happens. Of course, if I were to keep with the format of the paragraph above, yes, this happens with boyfriends also.

So, it's either you decide on one, or you fall in love. One is a flame, the other is an explosion.

Of course, there's always eBay.

the rain keeps me up

human heads

cow heads

pig heads

when they blur

things become clear

***

It's all a cycle, isn't it? Empires prosper, empires decay, revolutions start, empires go down, empires start over, empires prosper, empires decay, revolutions start, empires go down. All empires start out as revolutions, and all empires end with revolutions. Everything, no matter how well-intentioned it starts out to be, ends up rotten to the core. Ends up replaced.

***

Amazing, but the girl with no sense of direction managed to locate the pork noodle place to which she had followed a posse of people while trying to talk (and walk) intelligently. It (apparently) serves heavenly pork noodles for which people are willing to wait hours. Pork noodles which I have not tried, as mine was not pre-ordered and there wasn't enough time. So I had coke at a place which (apparently) serves heavenly pork noodles.

I had a debt to collect.

So, yes. The girl with no sense of direction managed to find the place that she does not know the name of in a street she has only seen once during which she was too busy trying not to embarrass herself. All in the name of honour. I will not leave a pork noodle place with a stomach full of coke. So Beatrice and I ordered and we waited for 25 minutes. It was above average. I mean, of course I wouldn't be incredibly impressed after all the hype.

ignore the green

But it was good. Yellow noodles, salty soup, tubes of intestines, slices of liver, real meatballs, bunches of deep-fried fatty skin. You know, the really badass type of food. The this-is-going-to-take-away-two-years-of-my-natural-lifespan-but-screw-it type of food. Oh yeah. Don't know if I can ever find the way back again.

***

After a few false starts, finally, it is confirmed. Amy will be setting foot in Taiping for the Raya holidays. Bus tix all bought and all. She can't back off now! Hah! I will give her the tour of Taiping that I wished I had but never had until it was too late. Will probably skip the tranny part of the tour. Probably. But will definitely show her the saddest place in all Taiping. Tesco. Will also show her hideous former high school. Will not sign her into club swimming pool, but will make her go boating in lake. Maybe tales of mutated Flower Horns will awaken dormant ability to swim.

The sad thing is, I told her so many (embellished) stories of Taiping, but her eyes only lit up when I mentioned I have a decorative piano lying around the house somewhere. Some people, I tell you. I bet my Mum will love her. They will (if I may be so vain) stay up all night talking about me. I might end up having to do a DNA test just to make sure.

Suddenly I have a strong feeling I will be replaced.

***

New book = Contentment