Let's start with something intimate, ok?
Now , now... Boys and Girls. Let's not get too excited...
That's just my hand... Ha ha ha....
It has been caressing the keyboard all this while hasn't it?
Reporter: Want to take photo or not?
Paranoid Android: No No No No No.... Don wan don't want... Go away!
Reporter: Show your Ham-some mugshot la...........
Paranoid Android: No no no no no........................ Not handsome. Bad hair day, and I feel bloated and fat.
Reporter: What la you? Cumi and Ciki wants to see your face la...................
Three days up! Full Frontal Photo removed
by Blog Author
You only get blurry images.
Ha ha ha!
There you have it folks..... First time ever.... The unveiling of the Paranoid Android in KL. This post will be taken down in 3 days....
The face of a food fetish that absolutely adore Momijis and not rubber dolls. I know, I know, I have to lose a lot of weight.
And now, a poem I love, from my favourite contemporary poet. Dedicated to My First Love, puppy love... You know who you are...cackle cackle
P.S. All photos taken on location with my Panasonic Lumix LX3... My cheapo, quirky but lovable new cam.
translated by Joanna Trzeciak
the first love is the most important.
That's very romantic
but it's not the case with me.
There was something between us yet there wasn't.
It transpired and expired.
My hands don't tremble,
when I stumble upon small mementos
or a stack of letters wrapped in twine
—not even a ribbon.
Our only meeting after all these years
is a conversation between two chairs
at a cold table.
still breathe deeply within me.
This one lacks the breath to sigh.
But still, just the way it is,
it can do what the rest are not yet able to do:
not even dreamt of
it accustoms me to death.