DIY WHEN YOUR NUTS RUN OUT
was startled, then laughed out loud when i saw what the maternal did after finishing her ice-cream toppings. pretty horrendous at first glance, like oily beetles laid out for the kill. the roasted peanuts were from my grandmother’s nasi lemak and they tasted very nice together actually.
SILENCE
my heart is broken.
COMATOSE
grandfather’s in the hospital now after a furious onslaught of dementia, diabetes, fractures and a bedsore which has all but eaten his body alive. the ward, while peaceful, has wilted him into soft sighs and all too prominent bones, tattoos skewed on the flesh dripping off his skin. standing by his bedside my stoicism rises to amaze me again – i bore no tears, no apologises and an earnest prayer for respite from pain.
ME: but you can find cool people at starbucks
MUM: you go ask the uncle (from the coffeeshop) to wear black.
HOME ALONE AGAIN
the flu is in the family again, a particularly infectious strain it seems. the brother’s just started brewing a fever, the seventh victim in two days, while i’m on my second box of aspirin and zillionth favour from work associates (THANK YOU shirley).. it’s been a lonely mid-week. can’t wait for the parentals to get back from their sojourn tomorrow.
speaking of which, i am putting silas through his first working diet. the family’s properly dysfunctional of course – there is no actual schedule for feeding the cat. everyone generally leaves some food out when they wake/before sleeping/during dinnertime and owing to the most assorted collection of body clocks ever in a household, silas eats about ten meals daily. till tomorrow however, all his ration are monopolise by me.
BACK TO THE FUTURE
uncovered: evidence that the brother was endearing back in his prepubescent heydays! you could hardly have imagined him becoming the surly flautist he is now. adolescence can be such a terrible thing.
JANUARY RANDOMS
week01 
have a wonderful 2009.
week02
when this cheapskate peruser is reading 
“You working for our man then?” asked the bearded man. He was not sober, although he was not yet drunk. “It looks that way,” said Shadow. “What do you do?” The bearded man lit his cigarette. “I’m a leprechaun,” he said, with a grin.
and re-reading 
Sister Mary’s error might have been noticed by the other nun had not she herself been severely rattled by the Secret Service men in Mrs. Dowling’s room, who kept looking at her with growing unease. This was because they had been trained to react in a certain way to people in long flowing robes and long flowing headdresses, and were currently suffering from a conflict of signals.
neil gaiman is a dream and has charmed his way into my stubborn list of favourites (which more or less features a singular terry pratchett) ; very selfishly i fret about running out of gaiman titles to read and wish he’d live (and thus write) forever.
week03
this mural played out to be the most languid and breezy project – done in my own space, time, grimy singlet and cotton shorts. suspicious as i am of contentment, this activity gets me as gratified as my gangster cat, watching on, curled against mugs of expired coffee.
week04
finds me engaged in the profitable annual enterprise of finding out just where the mother hid the mini-popiahs. the patriach, in a rare display of ingenious proactivity, has taken to hanging the bee cheng hiang parcel off his bedpost, bells attached. happy chinese new year y’all and i hope barbequed pork featured more prominently in your festivities!
week05
school is putting on the pressure. if my resolution of creating two sketchbook pages daily is anything to go by, today is 04 January 2009. =( here is to consequent abstinence till the semester ends. 
goodbye january, it’s been a languid, perfect first month.
QUICK ONE
in the middle of a crazy essay rush.
FEED SILAS (the motherhood) says: who’s that girl?
FEED SILAS says: cannot be your classmate
drugstruck says: huh? me
FEED SILAS says: no the one in red
drugstruck says: it’s justin la!
drugstruck says: boy la!
FEED SILAS says: omg
FEED SILAS says: O M G
justin’s so pwweedddeee!!!
