Once washed twice shy

2nd visit to the Paragon john.

Willy Wonka's coming to town

Augustus is what he eats, but aren't we all?

Uber dew

Outlook's got 8 "overdue" windows on my monitor, and I can't dismiss any of them. Overdue overdue overdue... sigh.. my lambo life is overdue. But soon about to happen... National day weekend is just 2 fridays away and we're whiskin' ourselves away to a beach paradise baby awwwww yea.

It's been raining alot and a pang of worry struck me this morning as I saw Gina sitting this with a wet posterior (the porch doesn't do a complete job in sheltering its residents), thinking about how water was sitting on painted but cheap Czechoslovakian steel... and oxidizing. Rust- every Alfisti's greatest heartbreak. Must be worse now that they've drilled a hole and put pin and lock through the trunk wall in order to keep 10,000 monkeys from prying off the new weekend registration plate. Yup, Gina is officially an off-peak car now, shedding me the burden of $1,100 in road tax & insurance but also any dreams of stylishly utilizing her as everyday transport. One day... when I can at least afford the petrol bills. As Italian as Gina is, she drinks petrol like a Brit drinks beer - alot of it, without getting very far.

Miss Linda Chia appeared in Digital Life today as part of a feature on 3 babes and 3 hunks of Singapore's blogosphere. As the hit counter on lindachia.blogspot.com rallied and the comments flurried in, the to-be-expected smattering of shit-talking arrived as well.

These closet blog comment-ers tend to remain anonymous, though on a blog like Linda's you can safely issue out names insecurelittleguy01, insecurelittleguy02 and so on. I-li'lguyXX's (for short) comments are typically formulated with questionable integrity around the sale of sex in one form or other, and pretty much nothing else. Collectively, his comments appear on most cute-girl-blogger sites with remarkable consistency, because he wants to rid the world of women who are both attractive and proud to be vocal.

Is he driven by a seed fear that our patriarchal society might go the way of the matriarch and nobody will want to have sex with him? I don't know. But as insignificant as his motivations are, I realised today that the little men do have the capacity to hurt, and that's too bad because I have no doubt that he has the capacity to love too.

And what do we need more of on this planet?

Hmm... love would be good.

She sent me a strange voodoo bear

with crosses for eyes and a body most pervious to long rusty pins.

It may be a trap...

but damn my skin tingles, and I don't think its the bear.

The biggest city in the world is Monica, in Maracaibo, Venezuela, ranking amongst Sao Paolo, Toyko and New York City.

Monica wha..? I've got my head underground.
Like an ostrich.

Yesterday I had my head under my pillow till 4 p.m. Dad was furious. He'd found out a few days ago that one of my siblings will be returning to England after trying to relocate back to Singapore unsuccessfully. Dad's been heartbroken and I suppose having his son "missing" in the bedroom was no consolation. I'd slept in so late because I was talking with my lovely till 7 in the morning. Our conversation centered around dad.

Sometime this life when I get out of the rat race, I'm going to pack up and spend half my time in Hawaii, learning to surf and sing songs just like Jack Johnson. With the other half I'd motor around the world with dad to the tune of a Bertone 105 Alfa Romeo. However, dear God, if I don't get there in this life, please cancel my order along with any future reincarnations, thank you very much.



aw yea, HAWAII.

Ever notice how one thing goes good in life and everything else follows? On the flipside, you probably fall and break a leg, get yelled at by your boss for your colleague's mistakes and pay that massive credit card bill all in the same week that your romantic partner leaves you for the ex. Life's a trip and we wouldn't have it any other way.

Things are quite lovely this week. Have got a holiday lined up in 2 weeks, nicer office environment thanks to a delightful new colleague, Gina is giving me pleasure on a regular basis, 我的中文好像有进步...
and love.
It's true, love really is in the air - which might explain why its so hard to see. Invisible matter has been a tricky one for ages.


best friend nooshy & her man floods

原来爱就是你！

Security is a myth

In our society, a pretty girl is like public property. Others grow from looking to staring, and it's ok. Expected. Ask her for a photo like you would with the Marilyns and Elvis' at Movie World. COnsider her fuckability with your friends. Rank her face, boobs, ass, legs and any other assets, as we refer to them. Other assets? Oh ya, got brain also. But you know what I mean... Guess it boils down to some cocktail of chromosomes and culture, easier to accept than dissect.

There's a lot of disgruntlement in this post, and its over a bunch of stuff I just want to get over.

Return me light and flippant- take back heavy and humourless!!!

Sigh.. What is it that I want... what was it I wanted...



One kiss.



Security is a myth, you know. Airport checks, security guards, thick brick walls... The material world offers only the perception of protection.

The immaterial world might be worse - my own ego being the focus of this comparison. Personal struggles with emotional security look like easy fixes on the surface, yet I spend a tremendous portion of my life struggling to keep my head above water with only occassional success, noticing how it consumes my entire life each time I go under, feeling insignificant and dispensable amidst an ocean of human spirit.

Security is a choice. We either learn to deal with our insecurities or let them deal the cards, in which case we're dealt an inevitably bad hand. Call it primal instinct - when it comes to men and issues of this sort, a romantic partner is almost always involved. The more desirable the girl, the more she's going to set off the I'm-not-good-enough alarms - while the less desirable girl leaves you in a cocoon of emotional security; bored as a baseball bat no less.

And boredom is a waste of precious time on earth.

Thanks for reading, my name is paul and I need to remember to keep growin.

Fucking flush...

Paragon shopping centre is reputed to have one of the best public toilets this country has to offer, so I chose it as my choice of crapping location today (Wed) after lunch. Lo and behold, its sit-down cubicles feature auto-sensing flushes. I've always found these auto-sensing flushes to be a pain because they keep going off everytime you bend over or lean forward or really just for no reason at all.

Much more of a pain, however, is when the flush is so goddamn powerful that it gives your undercarriage a thorough wash every time it goes off. This is pretty stressful since nobody is really comfortable with skanky flush water. The stress of not being able to lean forward for fear that the sensor will unleash the flush on me is akin to having an M16 in my back while attempting to shit.

The struggle for peace continues... why won't the toilets help a brotha out.

The old authoritarian is unhappy with me again... and I was pretty sure I had resolved the issue last time. Its back.

I believe that for every problem on this planet there exists a perfect solution to which we already know, if only at a subconcious level... I've talked to many people about my conflicts with him, and there are different approaches. Some say just patronize him. Some say you just have to dump the ties. Tell him to take it or leave it. Leave home. Lots of available options but none which sit with me in harmony or arise without frustration.

This morning I'm choosing to understand...and asking for an extra dose of peace to help out.