RACONTEUR-ESQUE SCRIBBLINGS

Whoever would have thought watching 1/3 of a movie with a 3 letter title could inspire me to write... but it did. Inspiration comes from the most unexpected venues sometimes. A few nights ago, I came across this movie, bug - the summary of the movie provided by the channel was: a chain of events that began from the killing of a bug... hence the title I suppose ;-) I missed the beginning, but the little that i watched (1/2 hour) is sufficient for me to dedicate time and space to the movie. There was a cook/chef cooking some food in the kitchen, when a song plays on the radio and the deejays requesting listeners to call and guess the song. The cook knew the song and turned off the stove to go make the call... the food in there was less than 1/2 cooked. Then, a customer walks in, and the boss sees the cook missing, and just scoops up the half cooked dish to be packed for the customer. The next scene was the said customer vomiting, and the health inspector checking the premises of ...

Yeah, I had a dream again, but this one was kinda scary, a bit of adventure and something supernatural. As usual there was a whole bunch of people around me, and somewhere in the middle we had a nice picnic (at the dinner table) of finger sandwhiches, and salad and other stuff. Back to the dream; there was this place which folks believed to be haunted, or something sinister like that, and whoever who investigated the area was doomed to some pretty shitty luck after that. For instance, there was one latin american woman who lost her fiance after doing some investigation - (my dreams have apparently become international)Anyway, all of us there were investigators of the paranormal, where in real life all of us had different jobs. Four of us were the latest to arrive at the site, and we were kinda given a tour by one of the 'seniors' there (the latin american woman) and she was sadly explaining that once there, you'd never want to leave the place cause there's just too ...

This story goes way back to 5 years ago when two 20 year olds were made into roomates (by some higher forces known as the residential college management)... and the trials and tribulations that followed :) How many of us would have had roomates who were born in the exact same year, and same month albeit 9 days later, and while 1 roomate was born on a single digit date, the other roomate was born on a 2 digit date, but adding up both those digits, you'd get a single digit which is the exact same date as the first roomate? However, their story begin a little earlier than 5 years ago... after becoming friends due to being in the same course and for the same reason why ppl actually become friends in the first place, these two ppl were faced with quite a number of occurences that would one day make them look back and realise that they were probably jinxed. See, what used to happen back then was, (this was a year before they became roomates) having the same classes, they used to ha...

Dedicated to the real sister :) Being an only child for ever so long, (almost 5 years), all I wanted really badly was a sister. Am I to be blamed here? My aunts used to have tonnes of fun with each other, and 2 of my best childhood friends happened to be sisters! And then she was born! I guess I forgot to ask my parents for a walking, talking sister... not a baby.Being someone witha somewhat wild imagination... (I blame it here on the lonely years), one day (after she started talking and walking) when my mom was doing some spring cleaning, I decided to 'entertain' my sister with a story. See, what happened was, mom brought out this bag with a "melbourne" tag on it... (think someone got it for her from there). Being 6+ at that time I obviously could not pronounce the word 'melbourne' but read it as 'malboro' (definately more pronouncable!). And then the wild imagination began... I told my sis, (naive lil' thing) that we once had a sister cal...

Recommended by a friend as a book I should read, an attempt to summarise it as requested by another friend, and a need to remind myself why I enjoyed the book (3 good reasons to write this post after 3 years of reading it once) The story is unlike any other book that I have read. Set in the Phillistines, I guess it touches on the eccentricity (until I get a better word) of King David. Seen through the eyes of the good old king himself, it is like perusing his secret diary. Firstly, he has (I forgot the number, but I'm not exaggerating when I say many) wives, and he has a fantasticly positive (and humorous) outlook towards his life, his wives, and (his harem, kids and kingdom, etc) He mentions how he got hold of wife (No 2), the (former?) wife of his army captain... He sends the guy out to war; checks her out and decides to get her for himself. Sneaky guy, this David.... :) And then of course there's Solomon, one of his kids. There's this old story about how a KIng S...

When you hang out with ppl long enough, you tend to use the same type of language especially when speaking. In the course of "hanging out" with my friends from university, i noticed that one of the phrases overused was "jump off a lake". Logically speaking, it doesn't make any sense jumping 'off' a lake, when the lake is actually a body of water with nothing to serve as a platform for you to 'jump off' unless of course you're a toad idling it's time on a lilypad. Some time later, the phrase " my foot and a half" was extensively used to address never ever cases... cause "my foot" was not sufficient enough to emphasise the feelings expressed during those times. Whenever I got home during the holidays, my sister would give some comments about the phrases that I picked - and for this she said; "you better be careful or else you're really gonna have a foot and a half" - which obviously fell on deaf ears. ...

April 1st. April Fool's Day aka All Fool's Day. The parents' wedding anniversary. 1992: The big tree between the year 1 block and the year 6 block fell down and damaged part of the year 1 block the night before. No one was hurt, but there was 1 less tree in the world to save the environment :( ... The good thing out of it, me and a classmate had a conversation topic for a dialogue assignment for BM. 1995: The wonder years! A few of us planned a trick on an unsuspecting friend. A poem with corny lines such as: Your eyes are like the stars in the sky.... Your hair is black and silky like satin..... Unsuspecting friend humoured us by replying.... My hair looks like a mop! On April 1st we gave her a flower as a token of appreciation for being such a sport. 1996: At my most mischievous: It was fun playing with people's most valuable assets... but utterly mean. The victim was the president of the English Language Society at school. Wrote her a letter from a guy who...