The Victim and The Villain

I would like now, to present my case.

Gaze upon the cuteness of Piglet above you. Note his gentle curves, his pert nose, and oh so cute expression. He's about 8inches tall and is very much loved. He was physically perfect, despite being about 14 years old. Until... That fatal day... His wounds healed quickly, but the terror will always haunt his mind. To this day, sleep is hard to come by. He shivers at the mere thought of the animal whom attacked him... The Rabbit.

This is a potrait of a villain. Do not be fooled by how cute it may look. Piglet was peacefully lying on the sofa and minding his own business. Without warning, Rabbit pounced on him, and rendered several holes in Piglet.

I caught Rabbit before she did anymore damage. And then, a chase for the villain ensured. Round and round the living room thus I went. Rabbit ducked and sprinted away, hiding in nooks and corners that I didnt know even exsist in my house. Finally, after an hour, I was breathless whereas she was not. I finally drove her into a corner, and with the quick flick on a blanket, covered her and blocked her sight. Grabbing the crook, I procceded to return her to her jail cell. I mean, *cough* cage. Lovely pretty cage.

Safely away, I tended to poor Piglet's wounds. Rabbit attacked Piglet, ignoring the fact he could not defend himself, or even escape.

Thus, Your Honour, I recommand skinning and then stew. With a good dash of pepper, potatoes, carrots, onions and maybe, a turnip.

MMmmmmm... stew.

Sorry wifie, but you own an EVIL EVIL bunny.

But I adore YOU, and just you, anyway ^.^

"I believe in karma. That means I can do bad things to people all day and assume they deserve it." - Dogbert

An Ode (or haiku) to my wifie

Oh wifie, so fine,

I am glad that you are mine,

But, Rabbit must die.

Hahahahahaha... Good huh?

I'm pretty proud of that effort.

Me love my wifie. And her mazipan. And her chocolate. And her boobs! ^.^

And this is a better photo of me. I may look like an alcoholic with those two drinks. But, I swear, I was holding one for a friend. Cranberry vodkas, mmmmm... *drool*

The BIG BIG plus on Australia is that alcohol is cheap. But no Choya. For those not in the know, its a sweet plum liquor from Japan. Nippon. JA-PAN!

So yummy. I want Choya. Now, I know what to get duty-free. Coach bag included.

Any sponsors??

Wifie??

Anyone?

>.<

Orange is my favorite colour

For the moment, my favorite colour is orange. Purple, though, is not forgotten.

Why orange?

I realised I have the hots for men with orange hair.

Not like the grossly over bleached locks of the wannabe ah bengs, or the ah bengs themselves.

What I am talking about is, the HOT HOT HOT men of anime.

*drool*

I am currently watching Bleach and the main charater, Ichigo, is very fine.

He reminds me of another orange haired hottie, Kyo. The cat from Fruits Basket.

So yes, orange is a very *purrrrrr* good colour.

Orange IS my favorite colour of the moment.

Presenting... Adelaide!

Some people fishing by the River Torrens. Honestly, all there is is carp. And smelly carp at that. It was a warm spring day. Which is nice for a change. And those pelicans?? Vicious. Evil vicious smelly birds that chase you down for a scrap of bread. The ducks are a more polite audience. But, please, don't get me started on the swans, or penguins... The penguin mafia is awatching you. All of us. So don't get too comfortable.
The view of Adelaide from Mount Lofty. The offical lookout/makeout point in Adelaide. Something bout Captain Matthew Flinders using this. This was all actually burnt in the Ash Wednesday Fire in 1983. How it has grown back. That was a BIG bushfire. Or was it started by some freak who should be castrated with a cheesegrater then stung up by the ankles with poison ivy??? I hate people whom think its funny to start bush fires. Especially in Australia where its DRY and WINDY. Stupid moronic deucebags.
Finally. At Central Market in the middle of Adelaide City. Fresh fruit, vegatables and meat greet you. Cheese and small goods are also avaliable. But, I can never seem to find fresh fish. They all look a bit too... dead if you know what I mean. Their eyes lack lustre, their bodies springy, and the smell?? Overwhelmingly fishy. I miss the fish in Singapore. Plus , in Adelaide, despite being a COASTAL city, fish is very pricy. So, I shall stick to fruit. And lamb!!! *drool* Lamb... Perfect grilled with a light rub of salt, rosemary and garlic. Eaten with a mint and japanese mayo sauce?

Heaven on earth.

So wifie, hurry up on dinner now!!!

No potatoes please ^.^



"I believe in karma. That means I can do bad things to people all day and assume they deserve it." - Dogbert

Photoshop???

This picture isn't as clear as the one below. But I HATE HATE HATE the pot showing. Argh.
I need to learn photoshop. Plus, those flowers remind me of stars/flying daggers/arrowheads. All pretty pretty and the capacity to be violent.
I love the markings on this cat! Look at his leg! Plus he has the "Screw off" look. Atypical of most cats I think. Never had one so I wouldn't really know.

Anyway, more picture taking soonish. And Phil, that isn't my wifie. My wifie is a tall, blonde, Norwegian woman. Or at least, I think she's a woman ^.^

I think I'll go check. Bwah hahahahhahahahahhahahahhahaha.....

Missing you...

I'm sad to announce that my darling Patches passed away yesterday, August 25th 2006. She has 15 years old. She was beautiful and shall remain in my heart til I die. I miss you already darling. Thank you for fifteen wonderful years filled with joy, laughter and some tears. I love you, honey. And I shall miss your helicopter tail.

Rest in peace, sweetie.

More pictures!

Downtown Singapore, in the CBD. Busy, busy. busy, people running all round.

Somewhere along Boat Quay. Now, I think this is the Supreme Court. In the background, is the dome of the old Supreme Court.
Some flowers. Sorry, its not very clear. But I just thought they were pretty.
Ignore the pink cake-like house in the background. I gotta learn photoshop. I jus love that bit of yellow in all the white and green. It's as if it's trying so hard to get noticed.

Well, enjoy. Wanna go eat. Later! Wifie, make me my dinner! *arrrrrrr*

Some random pictures I took! Yes, me!!!

Some one help me on this one, I think it's either the new Supreme Court of Singapore, or the Parliment House? Whichever, it still looks werid.

Guess who?? I wonder...

Some pretty flowers I saw. It's quite an okay picture if I do say so myself. :)

That's all. Thank you. I actually did take them myself. I swear. Upon my grave. Or crypt.

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Secrets

She is still sitting. And watching. The lights outside flicker. Shadows are thrown against the cars and the trees. The shadows twist and curl to fit. They shift shapes occasionally, as if to hide a secret.

We all have secrets. Secrets we have to bear on our own. Secrets we have to keep within. Like Pandora's box, we hide it to save the world. Or we hide it to save ourselves, to preserve what we are. The lies, the deceptions, the truths so ingrained in lies, no one knows, or can detangle the two anymore.

She shakes her head. Wisps of hair fall naturally around her head. She tucks a runaway lock behind her ear. The contact the tip of her finger makes with her ear sends a jolt of awareness through her.

She is alive. She feels dead. In an unpredictable world, where luck seems to flutter and throw careless gifts at the feet of random people, she is alive. She feels her chest and is awed by the sound and feel of her beating heart. Thump, thump, it goes faster, like a secret desperately wanting to escape. She presses harder, as if she could draw more life out of herself that way.

Thump, thump, thump.

The rhythm eases her. Relaxes her. It should not. She opens her eyes, unaware of the fact that they were closed. Secrets want to come out. She places her other hand upon the other, it seems clasped in a secret prayer.

Help me be still. Help me be numb. Help me be silent. Help me, to not be me.

She is alive. She still feels dead. Secrets bursting to rip out from in her. Pandora opened what was not hers to share. Through deception and lies, did the box become Pandora’s. When her secrets are torn from her, so will she belong to someone else. The lights start to flicker once more and the shadows begin again, their secret dance, hiding their secret treasures from the world.