Treasures behind that little door

I used to be referred to “that-weird-friend-of-yours-who’s-obsessive-with-our-fridge”. By my friend’s mom, no less. I certainly didn’t amuse her so much. I am sure she secretly cringed every time I set foot into that humble abode of hers. “Hi amy!” (Mom: start of a state of shock, urge to protect fridge citizens, fridge citizens tremble in the fear of an unknown fate). Bad manners rule. Fridge raiders prevail.

There should be a movie made about me, the fridge raider. There are certainly a huge number of us out there, which makes it the more dangerous to parents (bread winners) all over the world. Lara Croft only terrorizes a selected few rich snobs with expensive gears. We (with yours truly as the leader of the pack) are capable of creating mass destruction to a larger scale and extent though the job seems simple and harmless (almost).

I should spell it capitalized: Fridge Raider. Sounds important. No, this is not made-up. Ask her. Verify facts at Fridge-raid victim.

The horrors.. brrrr…

I am afraid of dinner table raiders! Yes, I am. Fear is strongest when really delicious dishes are on the menu for the day. They are much worse than fridge raiders, seriously.

I always imagine a fridge to be likened to Santa’s sack, holding many goodies hidden out of sight. There are always many surprises, behind that door.

I still have a nasty habit of checking out my OWN fridge every 30 minutes when I am home. Why? No idea. This time, curiosity is definitely not the culprit.

Psychosis. Nervous energy. Or maybe a form of Fridge Raider suppressed memories? It’s definitely trying to come out and play.

Another possibility of a new job: Personal Fridge Stylist. I customize and configure your fridges according to the image that you want to conjure to the public and friends. You want to be posh? Appear to be up market without trying too hard as to appeal with all your acquaintances from differing backgrounds? Worldly? Slim without appearing anorexic? Bimbo-ish? Plastic? It takes years and years of raiding to come out with such info and database.

Hollywood needs me. So do you.

Not all toilet seats are put down

You see, I get scolded at home when I "don't" put the toilet seat up! Isn't that nonsense? Since when have the world gone upside down? Except that in my world, it has always been this way.

Toilet seats are important indicators of the gender dynamics in households all over the world.

Had a really really gross dream. I was sleeping on my sofa in my dream, adn when I lugged to the front to grab my cat, I sensed that some of my teeth were loose. When I opened my mouth, all my teeth started to fall off onto the floor accompanied by muchas blood as if I puked red paint.

Creepy, huh?


I should really do something about the toilet seat issue.

Wise cats

I have found the ultimate happiness. Knowing is happiness. Wisdom lies in the knowing of the path that we will soon trod. Here’s a list of the little things that have set my mind free. I can see visualize myself in every frame.

1. Exploring every nook and crannies of the world, breathing in air of different altitudes and compare the difference. Store them in little bottles, label them accordingly, and give it to the unfortunates and immobile to get a taste real freedom. Or better still; sell them to people who are too lazy to travel and make big money!!!!!

2. Breach the gap by speaking as many languages as I can manage to learn. Reach out, absorb! In the meantime, get contacts from respective countries to sell my bottled air. Est-ce que vous voulez acheter ça? C’est d’Afrique et n’est pas cher!

3. Eliminate the concept of religion, it segregates people into believing that we have different interests. When that is achieved, I can globalize my bottled mountain/rainforest/volcanic air business as everyone would like the same things. Yes, everyone will fight to own my signature product!

4. A cybersampler lomography camera to eternalize good moments with friends and family. Very crucial when I need to be photographed in style during the official opening of my 102th concept store in Japan and the 103th in Patagonia.

5. Having a happening life as such is indeed taxing. Three nice bowls of “the” mushroom soup from Italianni’s delivered to my doorstep every evening would make my day complete.

Wow, the prospects are so real! I can feel it in my bones. But you see, first of all, I need something rather desperately:

1. A dose of discipline injected into my bloodstream now, probably would need 2-3 extra shots.

2. A nice pair of Teva sandals in a design which I like, probably I should design one. The journey is long and comfort is blessing.

3. Again, lots and lots of nutritious, beautiful food.


In order to achieve all of the above, I will need loads of dosh. This is something which I loathe to admit: Everything in the world needs money, no matter how much we deny it. It is the root of all evil but without it, no meaningful battle can be started.

I have an idea, why don’t you guys do something and raise me some funds? I will pay you back once I make huge profit from selling air. Trust me, it works!

Thanks in advance.

Chinese koong fooooo

Everyone should check this out.

Kung fu hustle trailer 01
Kung fun hustle trailer 02

See it for yourself. Almost killed me. These definitely defined the word "ridiculous".

Midnight Temptress

That's my new pseudonym for the occasional pseudoschizophrenic side of me. I will wait in my den, but I won't strike. No, I need not.

You want a goth name? Get one if you are too bored to do anything else beneficial.

Stop procrastinating, roachz!