Time to Slump and Relax

Oh well, there are times when we just want to slump and hang loose, forget about self image and what others think. And maybe, if possible, slump in such abandon that our head drops lower than our body. That is style. Slumping in style.

Note: Little Dino/Hippo was found naturally in the above state. It wasn't manipulated into the position as seen. Shucks, or could it be already dead? Should have felt for pulse. Maybe it was committing suicide? Or was it peeping at its neighbour below? The truth will always be a mystery...

Sunday 15 November

After a very, very long time, I was finally back at East Coast Park running again. For that, yipppppie!!!


'5 international' almost sounded like an oxymoron


It was nice sitting here having breakfast and chilling
out after a morning run. And I had my shower, had
changed into clean clothes, smelled good. Awesome
feeling after a run.


I should have ordered this! Urghh.


When it rains at night and the tree is soaked with rainwater,
the drooping leaves will sag and it appears as if they were
luminous bags hanging from the tree. I always stop to admire
this sight, which I would never be able to capture at night.
So I took this in the day instead.


How very city-convenient and capitalist-modern, 24-hour Starbucks

Young

"Yes. This was a young man only recently cast out into the adult world, which is full of uncertainties. However much he ran after girls, above all he was seeking a comforting, boundless, redeeming embrace, which would save him from the horrifying relativity of the freshly discovered world."

- Symposium, Laughable Loves

Adult Pleasures

Simply loving 'emSimply loving 'em 

Horrifyingly Funny

Games after dinner on Saturday was a lot of fun - and wit. Questions were asked, and answers were supposed to be either a Yes or a No. But so much more were being spoken. Unfortunately for the dark side, it did not triumph but was resoundingly ripped apart by the Goddess of Laughter and Fun.

The Invisible Man

SM: Is it a male?
The Others: Yes.
SM: Is it a movie character?
The Others: Yes.
SM: Does he have a girlfriend?
The Others: Er. No.
JU: But he is horny.
JW: That just about describes all guys.

Xiao Qian

JU: Is she female?
The Others: Yes.
JU: Is it horror or horrible?
The Others: Err. Not quite. Horror-Romance.
SM: This is a BIG clue.
JU: Is it King Kong?
JW: It's a FEMALE, remember?
LAUGHS.
CT: But King Kong doesn't carry any balls, right.
LAUGHS.

After surrendering...
JU: WHAT IS THIS??

Chucky

[Background: I came up with this but it was used by SM instead coz for this round we decided to go anti-clockwise and SM had to guess mine, which I had just checked with her. Damn Damn Damn. J couldn't guess it, which meant that's a GOOD one from me!]

After numerous questions and J still couldn't guess it, Death gave what he thought was an obvious hint.

JU: He procreates.
JW: What?

Harry Potter is NOT Hotter Horror
It is bad enough that I have a poor knowledge of horror movies and characters. And one would have thought that it's a good thing the person next to you is also bad at this. Wrong.

Apparently, the most horrible and horrifying characters SM only knew existed, or could ever recall, are those from the wizardry world who plot against the unhorrible boy called Harry Potter. Now, while I have a pretty superficial knowledge of Harry Potter - and I know the story does get very dark - I hardly think that Harry Potter is the stuff of horror genre. [Ok, though the first character I gave to JU was Casper, which is not horrifying in any way, at least it is still a GHOST, albeit a friendly one!]

So I failed to guess Snape for the first time. Then Voldemot was mentioned somewhere during the game. These two facts would have meant that Harry Potter should be thrown out of the window. But no. The third one, from SM, was - good lord - LORD VOLDEMOT.

Me: What? Harry Potter again?!
SM: Ayyah, what do you expect? I only know Harry Potter what..
Me: [transmitting shadowy punches to SM through the air]

The last day of October

The last day of October was spent catching up with some friends. Thanks to the overnight rain which chilled the air and cooled the ground, the morning weather was wonderful.

I am sure I've written before, that October feels like a month in limbo. It marks the start of the final quarter, yet it does not quite herald the year end. Come November however, things will be in an upswing as the impending Christmas hovers in the air.



On my way to J's home for Halloween dinner, I came across a patch of ground with fallen brown leaves  and green bamboo shoots, which reminded me of Autumn somehow. Good food was brewing in the kitchen when I arrived at J's place, and I knew there wasn't much for me to help even though I had offered to come earlier. I naively thought that arriving one or two hours early would be sufficient time to help with some simple tasks such as chopping the vegetables or onion. Obviously I ain't a cook. I did what I am only good at, which is to take pictures of the nice food waiting to be served.



Dinner was a cozy affair, with a visibly excited Death relishing his deadly role. One moment he is standing for long minutes in his uber-cool coat, the next moment he is speaking stealthily in hushed, creepy tone. During dinner, the host turned to Death and, without missing a beat, smiled slyly at his dark guest and said: 'The food's good enough for you to make a trip from the underworld eh?'.


The stately Death

Death himself was a man of no less wit. He was knowledgable about matters of the dark side and spoke with a deathly authority that reflects confidence and quick-thinking. When the host's Missus declined to eat the crunchy, succulent pork, Death was quick to quip: 'You've got to eat it. It's got the souls of the slaughtered pigs. You can hear the pigs screaming when you eat it.' With that, he resumed eating with a sense of normalcy as if he had never stopped eating to make any remarks. I tried to banish any thoughts of slaughted chickens and repressed souls, and promptly gluped down the chicken meat in my throat.


Can you see the souls of the pigs?


Heat produces great things


Roasted Pumpkin

On another horrifying guest, whose quiet belies a sense of keen observation and clever thinking, the host recounted this to me earlier before his lazy guests arrived:

JW: He says he would be wearing what a typical Singaporean wears.
JW: I told him can he at least come in what a typical SCARY Singaporean wears.
ME: And that is?
JW: All white.

Amidst all that taking place in the completely sealed dungeon, creepy music was being played, and a natural ally was found in the conspiratorial rain and thunder blasting outside.

But make no mistake, it was far from being a horrible evening.