January 2009
58 posts
Diminishing marginal love
In economics, you have the rational consumer who attemps to get the best out of his/her money.
In life, you have friends, family and lovers, and if we assume that they are all rational, then they, like the rational consumer, would attempt to get the best out of relationships too. After all, love is an investment. (“Why would I invest so much in you if I don’t love you?” said The...
“Can I call you back? I’m currently standing in my toilet. Naked....”
– Blue to me
“*screams into phone* Can you stop calling me when I want to sleep?”
– Twisted
I'm feeling assy today
Almost asinine.
I’m craving that little something to get my blood pumping a little faster, my head a little lighter and my laughter a little more watery.
“He paused and looked at her, and then all at once something in the utter...”
– The Offshore Pirate, F.Scott Fitzgerald
“Who needs lapsap when you have lanjo.”
– Who else but Twisted again.
“You don’t need a drug, you are a drug, druggie.”
– Twisted.
“In Malaysia, you already got yourself into so much shit, i don’t know what...”
– Twisted,
I wonder too.
“You can write a whole book on the things he pisses you off on.”
– Twisted,
On me.
“I’ve truly learned a handful of things with you.”
– Twisted,
In retrospect, I’m starting to wonder if a handful here means “a small, undefined number” or “hard to handle”.
“Don’t use the C word on me, or I’ll use the clit word on you.”
– Twisted,
Demonstrating the “an eye for an eye” theory.
“Fuck you.”
– Twisted,
Not brazen enough for his standards.
“If you do that, I’ll be hiding my face in a pillow and not wake up for a...”
– Twisted,
On my idea of marriage.
“I couldn’t find the brand [of chocolate cookies] you wanted. I only found...”
– The Cookie Buyer,
I didn’t know “Noraini” was a brand until now.
“Too many people cope with their problems instead of solving them.”
– The Contractor,
Grammatically, this wouldn’t make sense, chiefly because to cope is to solve. However, according to the contractor ‘to cope’ and ‘to solve’ hold two different meanings.
“If we ever get married and one day you wake me up from my sleep at 3 in the...
I found a new drug dealer who can get us anything.
Me: He can sell us a whole block of weed. Like a butter block.
ALN: What am I gonna do with a whole block of weed? Have it for breakfast?
if you do not agree, then you're in self denial.
Me: You're very narcissistic.
Contractor: Isn't everyone?
Coincidence
I bought that tiny metal frog, no bigger than half the size of my thumb almost 2 years ago.
Little did I know that one day I would find someone with the exact same frog.
Coincidence?
Maybe.
Random Association
Last night, I learnt how to associate a tuna fish to a shot glass, a shot glass to a rainbow and a pen to sex.
Today, I’m gonna try associating frogs to a boy who is all too good at making me happy.
Champagne Reverie
I believe that as young adults, we venture into this world with our youth and our optimism, sheltered in an idealistic bubble, and as we learn more and more about the ugliness of the world, the hope that we carry with us of a sublime life crumbles, bit by bit, like random blocks falling off a decrepit building.
Which makes me wonder, given the unending unpleasantness that life has to offer, does...
Our things are starting to integrate themselves
A driving license here, a pair of sunnies there…
Time is moving too fast, too fast for my liking.
And as February draws near, I’m uncertain of what will become of us.
“Come on, you know you want a sip. Don’t be shy.”
– Chris, my Godbrother, trying to offer me Haitian rum over dinner.
In the end, I took only a sip out of his glass, because I didn’t want to look like a rummy in front of so many important people.
“UMNO means ‘u may not object’ and MCA means ‘money conquers...”
– Uncle Harry at the dinner table.
“Oi. I wait for you so long you know, don’t know how many times I read...”
– Matthew, who was reading the Taj Curry House board over and over again while waiting for Gordon.
Me: The cake taste weird.
Josh: Taste funny.
Carol: Yup. Doesn't taste right.
Josh: But why are we still eating it?
“I’m Eurasian.”
– Matthew, who is so obviously a Singh.
“Oi. I’m hungry la. I wanna eat.”
– Matthew’s way of calling a waiter in a nice, fancy restaurant.
“You know when I first saw you, I thought you look like a contractor.”
– Matthew to the Linus.
“Anger is just a cowardly extension of sadness. It’s a lot easier to be angry at...”
– Tom Gates (via kari-shma) (via holga)
“Anger is just a cowardly extension of sadness. It’s a lot easier to be angry at...”
– Tom Gates (via kari-shma) (via holga)
“To write about your life is to make sense of it. It’s one of the most...”
– Mr. Tim de Lisle, on Economist Debates:Mass Intelligence
This house believes that in its appetite for culture, the world is wising up more than it is dumbing down.
“No man. You need to wed a lesbian for the scandal. Only then would your market...”
– ALN, the wise sage,
in response to finding me a rich guy who’s not ugly, not penurious, not fat, not sepet, not boring and not stupid.
bla bla bla
My nights have been plagued with nasty dreams and one of them was more or less a sequel to my last birthday. *shudders*
I’ve spent my last two nights in the company of old friends and wine. Pleasant nights.
Azlan, where the fuck is my rich, cultured, Malay guy? I’m feeling highly desolated as I watch my best friend indulge in her babysleep in a bed next to mine.
radar no radar.
Me: I have bad radar.
Carol: You have NO radar.
“This is bamboo material and anti bacterial, but it’s bamboo material, I...”
– Josh, on the trunks that he wants to purchase.
“Leave your ciplak way behind and go there more refined.”
– Joshua
“Drop the tAAp, Gordon.”
– Carol, indirectly telling Gordon to stop sounding like a bloody Indian.
New year's resolution
You know how some people argue that it’s the most irrational construct, you make them, you stick to them…for like a week, and then you realize that you are actually pretty contented with your old self and there really isn’t a need for a change.
ironically, i still find myself writing down resolutions each year. these year’s resolution were partly inspired but my secret...
i have found the substitute for love
so I’ve found the cookies Cookie Monster consumes. and they are ABSOLUTELY delectable. they are under The Sesame Street brand and they call it Chispas.
Absolutely lovely.
Brittle and soft all at once. And the chocolate chips melt at the tip of your tongue, leaves you aching for more.
my sudden burst of so many posts in one night may be attributed to my excess consumption of cookies...
to write
I’ve found the zest, the zing, the piquancy, the delectation to write in this little space again, despite, at one point, directing all my energy to powering a hair dryer and to this OTHER place.
oh it feels good to be back.
“I am not what I think I am. I am not what you think I am. I am what I think you...”
– Robert H. Shuller (via bricka)
Wise, huh?
latest update
Contrary to what I last wrote months ago, *smiles coyly* I would very much like to retract my statement and renounce my vegetarian status. To be honest, I relinquished that status a month after I wrote that post, but pride got the better of me and I couldn’t bring myself to admit that I was a quitter and that I, being the weak one, was one easy to succumb to the temptations of chicken.
Oh...
My favourite word for today is
Fata Morgana.
How cool is that?
Come on, say it with me, Fata Fata Fata Fata Fata
Morgana Morgana Morgana Morgana.
Feel your tongue rolling? That’s good exercise.
Simply irresistible
A man who seeks retreat in literature.
Hwee Yin: But life goes on, you know? →
to which i share the exact sentiments.
I am...
the five-feet Prometheus. I defy the Gods and Isaac Newton.
Who am I kidding?
The only thing I’m defying is my bank account.
you know you secretly want to agree with me
that the predator from alien vs predator actually reminds you of an over-complicated vagina with teeth.
and the predator looks literally like a dickhead.
I mean, seriously, these people have to start drawing inspiration from other places apart from the human genitalia.
meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow...
i hate cats.
“Not your best, Jo, not your best.”