it's so ironic that i write for a living and yet spend so little time here. In three years, which adds up to approximately a thousand days,  i've written less than 30 blog posts.

jeez.

today i discovered that a colleague has a toy poodle too. which is lovely considering i'd like noel to have more doggy friends. (he doesnt care much for sophie our schnauzer largely i think, because of the fact that he thinks he is human and she is not. that, and he has only about a gabillion different disdainful looks crafted specially for her)

anyway a couple of weekends ago, i rediscovered a dear old love that may well have endured the way my (fanatical) obsession with the backstreet boys has.

thank god for youtube...all episodes of MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS still there! courtesy of a dude called (would you believe it zzz) - powerrangersguy

clearly i am not alone.

for the record i started watching at midnight and only went to bed six hours later.

i was so excited the first person i told was my brother, and then we laughed about it for ages and watched a couple of the episodes together chuckling at the bad costumes, the cheesy lines, the really bad monsters (mirror of regret or something equally wtf) and the really really bad CG-effects (the zord scenes were just edited right in week after week).

having that shared memory is really nice. we're not far apart in age, so we pretty much grew up playing with the same toys, and watching the same tv shows. and it's pretty much an understatement that we were OBSESSED with the power rangers.

watching the reruns on youtube, i realised i actually had no trouble reciting the lines. neither did he.

i remember how on some weekends my mom would go to the Times bookstore in gardens to buy magazines, and they had a video section, and they would never fail to have a stack of power rangers videos there. almost everytime we would manage to weedle my mom into getting us one of the tapes.

we amassed a huge collection but tossed them eventually because they were so fungus-y. also some of the tapes just wore out because they were played so much.

they were totally our heroes. and kids totally take their heroes seriously.

over the weekend i told one of my besties about the discovery, and she said to me 'ohmygawd, when the power rangers show came to singapore, you were so pissed cos you knew they were actors just by looking at the red ranger's butt!'

wtf. paiseh to the maxxxxx.

and then i realised she was right, because when the red ranger came out, his butt was totally wobbly and if you scrutinised the tv screen as much as i did when watching the show, you quickly wise up when someone's clearly  trying to pull wool over your ten-year-old eyes.

to cut a long story short, i googled them to see what they're up to now. also for the record, one's dead, another was involved some gay porn scandal, another went to jail and i think the rest ended up as deadbeats on daytime tv.

oh well. life happens.

in other news, i chanced upon some of my old dvds, and i ended up watching Russian Dolls - which is the sequel to the very awesome The Spanish Apartment, and while that was kinda of a fun fluffy trippin through barcelona kind of film, this one was a lot more bittersweet. i think the first film had more commercial success. i still prefer the sequel.

watch the trailer here

it made me miss london. =(

"If I think about all the girls I've known or slept with or just desired, they're like a bunch of Russian dolls. We spend our lives playing the game dying to know who'll be the last, the teeny-tiny one hidden inside all the others. You can't just get to her right away. You have to follow the progression. You have to open them one by one wondering, "Is she the last one?"

Xavier, Russian Dolls, 2005

"As if to tease him in his months-old mood, like a banderillero with a worthless bull, Julian's ipod suggested his old, no-fail song, and he had to laugh in the cold air: that song of eight thousand categorised possibilities. His own ipod felt free to mock him. When he was in high school, he had discovered the no-fail song's magnetic field only by chance: if it plays unexpectedly on the radio or a mix-tape, then the night ahead would provide effortless adventure, zen promiscuity. If, however, Julian ever intentionally used the song to inflate sagging confidence, it had no effect; its potency was only accidentally available."

The Song is You, Arthur Phillips

I'm still trying to figure out what my song might be. I'm inclined to say 'where do you go' by No Mercy (anyone remember oh-oh-oh-oh-hey-oh-oh-oh zzz) but i think that's more to do with the fact that's it's playing on my ipod right now. do not judge me.

anyway today i drove in the rain and listened to coldplay. chris martin's voice is so perfect for rainy weather he should only ever make music in it. and everybody please go and look up lady gaga's video for alejandro on youtube like right now please.

here is link so no excuses:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niqrrmev4mA&NR=1

she is so out there and i am so inspired i wanna quit my job and just become her back up dancer like, now. except that all her dancers are seriously 99.9999% fat-free (dammit)

i was also spring cleaning this space, cos there were some posts that were just drafts that never got published. i deleted most of them, but there was this one that came off pretty stark. and it was written quite awhile ago.

'increasingly so, i felt haunted by you. i didnt like it. i felt i just had to scrub off whatever remained and so i got out of bed to look for it. somehow i just couldnt find it. urgh...but then there are always the things that remind me. its not nice.'

and i can't quite remember how i got to that point where i was so bitter. thing is, it's always good to remember that no matter how mad or how sad you are, it passes, and becomes a vague, distant memory. that's just life i guess.

Recently, a friend of mine asked if i could do a favour by helping to take his dog to the vet. I said yes, even though said dog has a smell which can really only be described as well, doggy. 

So anyway i was watching him cuddle and pet his dog, who by the way, is a lovely mix of brown and white, but the one thing I couldn't stop thinking was 'ohmygawd how will he get the smell off his clothes??!!' also, when i pet the dog, my far-too-vivid imagination led me to believe that the smell would stalk me (and my car) forever, and that perhaps noel (pictured) might have to eat my hand in a vicious fit of bitterness and jealousy.

But I digress.

As it turns out, and I firmly believe, dog owners may well be impervious to their own animal's imperfections.

Some time ago I remember my aunt launching a spiel at the dinner table on how bathing noel in apple vinegar (!!!) was a surefire way to get rid of his smell. I remember telling her (sharp fork raised, unintentionally, i'm sure) 'WHAT SMELL HE'S GOT NO SMELL'.

She quickly looked down at her food and I could have sworn she mumbled 'oh god so smelly, only you cannot smell'. HAHA.

for the record, i really like his smell. and his papery ears. and the warm weight of him on my feet in the morning (foot cramp be damned)

He is also the reason why I have refused to make any after-work plans this week, for fear that he will be lonely and sad with no one to keep him company. The only downside for him, is that he has been subject to countless episodes of grey's anatomy season 6 (best show ever!! next to glee and gossip girl of course). If he could talk, he'd probably tell me to turn the damn tv off and stop weeping whenever somebody on the show dies. zzz.

I will stop now. before the sentimentality of this post descends into a maudlin expression of my devotion to this dasterdly animal.

because i am so lately inspired to write (rubbish), i've decided to resurrect this blog. even if nobody reads it. (dammit)

more likely i'll end up using it as a space to post quotes, lyrics and many a dumbass youtube link. as if facebook space isn't enough. zzz.

some older posts here: (don't bother reading really, i'm not quite sure myself what they mean hohohoho)

http://www.kimses.wordpress.com

=D

"There was the graduate student who said Scott became his friend over debates about Arab-Israeli relations. The broadcasting student who traveled with him to Argentina and witnessed Scott solving complex math problems for fun. The frat groupie who said he passed on bids because the pre-med student wanted to focus on studying neuroscience. The woman who gushed that Scott had the balls to eat a frog in Thailand last week. The love interest who fell for him in the time it took to share a bottle of Wild Turkey Bourbon over a bag of Twizzlers. The rabbi who said Scott’s spirit embodied l’chaim, which means “to life” in Hebrew. The pal who said he was overwhelmed by how many languages Scott knew. And then there was the girl who he surprised at the airport during a long layover. He kept her company until the wee hours of the morning, just to talk with her."

This is beautiful.

for the rest of one friend's personal reflection on this guy who died while on exchange at nus, go to: http://www.themiamihurricane.com/2009/03/04/a-personal-reflection-on-scott-monat/

heartache after reading the whole thing, especially the ending.

and it makes you wonder, if someone were to give your eulogy, what would they say?

i wish i cared more. =(

on a completely different note, rock band is the absolute bestest.. if only because it lets me score damn high on the singing component (which er, really isnt very hard considering if you just make a lot of noise into the mike, it adds to your points)

i dont care that a huge thunderstorm broke out just as i hit the starting notes of ozzy's 'crazy train' (havent you people heard of coincidence?!)

this weekend equals =)