Mundane melody.

So let's go optimistic for a change, eh?

Been trying to write about and put up pictures of an event I attended. But as usual, everything looked so efficient on the drawing board. Should have them up shortly, at any rate.

There's something to be said for routine and being a stay-at-home nerdgeek - saves money. Abandon all pretense, all ye who enter and that sort of thing. It gets the bills paid, pays for the fags and gives breathing room for when money is needed at home.

I'll leave the flash and splash and spontaneous sex with attractive strangers met at the club to you folks. Cigarrettes, coffee and computer will suffice.

Hmmm.

And can-of-beer. And internet Connection.

There. Most Singaporeans dream about their five Cs, spend their lives pursuing it and drop down dead when the last monthly payment is done with. I've already got them. And don't you start about the technicalities. Cs are Cs.

And when you get down to it really, a pair of Cs are quite sufficent to make any bloke happy.

Applying Shakespeare.

If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a gentle kiss

-Romeo and Juliet, Act 1, Scene 5


The weirdest things come to one at the most cuttingly dull of moments.

I had a...thing for Romeo and Juliet. The true intellectual will lambast my interest for being piqued by the screen version; "Romeo + Juliet", rather than any study of the greatest love story ever told.

But to the pimply, floppy-haired and clueless teenager I was, the whole affair was outstandingly well done. The movie wore a fedora with a matching overcoat. It had the perfect growth of a 5 o'clock shadow, and the smouldering cigar it held loosely at the corner of the mouth glowed crimson against a backdrop of grimy streets lit by a single, yellow street lamp. Complete with an ever-so-slight drizzle.

That dripping sound is the style trickling off the rim of the fedora onto the streets. Stylishly, of course.

Young minds are stupid. Almost without exception. Let's be nice and liken the analogy to unforged steel. I think I had to watch the movie thrice to understand everything, and one of them was with someone I later went outstandingly psychotic on. There was much moping about and wringing of hands. And a brilliant amount of stupidity.

But hindsight is always 20/20. And we learn from our mistakes. Which is why I now keep a bottle of chloroform handy.

Kidding. I think.

So the brilliant idea was, to set up a table in, say, the middle of Borders. Two signboards. "Free handshakes" on one, and the above quote on the other. Two blokes at the table, one doing the handshake and checking back with the other.


"Am I profaning this one, mate?"

"No, no, that's nowhere near a holy shrine. More of a public restroom, if you ask me."

"This one, then?"

"Not as bad, but closer to 'parking lot'."

"Right then. This?"

"Hell, no. It'd be the other way round, and gods know you've got a face only your mother could love. And that's negotiable if she's got a dog."

"...no need to be like that about it. What about..."


And then Brittany Murphy walks into the store, and the two blokes make strangled noises and drop down dead. Too holy, you see.

I refuse to have my taste in women questioned.