Thursday, May 25, 2006

If we could stay animals, we would.
Each day, we would eat, sleep, hunt, play, and fornicate.
Instead, we must be human animals, with worries, responsibilities, and formality.
So the counter begins anew today. 1 day.
I hope those animals find their way to bed before one day becomes too many again.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006





seen on the streets of Istanbul, Turkey - Wooster Collective

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine

There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed

Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;

And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,

Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:

I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,

Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;

Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;

But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,

When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:

I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,

Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,

Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;

But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,

Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:

I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,

But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,

Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;

And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,

Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:

I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
~Ernest Dowson~

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Shel Silverstein (1930-1999)


Shel Silverstein was an American poet, songwriter, musician, composer, cartoonist, screenwriter and author of children's books. Silverstein claimed he never studied the poetry of others, and therefore developed his own style. His style was laid-back and conversational, occasionally employing profanity and slang. My favourite is "The Giving Tree". The story is a short moral tale about a relationship between a young boy and a tree in the forest. It tells the account of how the tree helps the boy with his needs throughout his life. As the title suggests, the book is a tale of true unconditional love. Another enchanting collection is "Where the Sidewalk Ends", a collection of illustrations and poems which themes include many common childhood worries and problems, as well as fanciful stories. Some take the form of miniature fairy tales or stories which end abruptly for humorous effect.


THE GIVING TREE

Once there was a giving tree who loved a little boy.

And everyday the boy would come to play

Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade

Laughing all the summer’s hours away.

And so they love,

Oh, the tree was happy.

Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon the boy grew older and one day he came and said,

"Can you give me some money, tree, to buy something I’ve found?"

"I have no money," said the tree, "Just apples, twigs and leaves."

"But you can take my apples, boy, and sell them in the town."

And so he did and

Oh, the tree was happy.

Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon again the boy came back and he said to the tree,

"I’m now a man and I must have a house that’s all my home."

"I can’t give you a house" he said, "The forest is my house."

"But you may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"

And so he did.

Oh, the tree was happy.

Oh, the tree was glad.

And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes.

"My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days."

"I’ve nothing but my trunk," he says, "But you can cut it down

And build yourself a boat and sail away."

And so he did and

Oh, the tree was happy.

Oh, the tree was glad.

And after years the boy came back, both of them were old.

"I really cannot help you if you ask for another gift."

"I’m nothing but an old stump now. I’m sorry but I’ve nothing more to give"

"I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest,"

The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.

"Well", said the tree, "An old stump is still good for that."

"Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while."

And so he did and

Oh, the trees was happy.

Oh, the tree was glad.

Theodor Seuss Geisel aka Dr Seuss (1904-1991)

Like many other children, Dr. Seuss was a part of my early life with such books as Green Eggs and Ham, The Cat in the Hat, And to Think That! Saw It All on Mulberry Street, Horton Hatches an Egg, stories of the Sneetches, and the east-going Grinch's memorable confrontation with the west-going Grinch. They were fun books to read, certainly more fun and interesting than the books used at school. His books are of an amazing concoction of political commentary, advertising wit, off-the-wall essays on life and living, with an assortment of fantastic creatures and humans. The style of drawings were familiar, the turn of phrase and incredible names, but the topics and subjects were very different.

In an interview around his seventy-fifth birthday, Dr Seuss told the writer for the Los Angeles Times Book Review:

"I tend to basically exaggerate in life, and in writing, it's fine to exaggerate. I really enjoy overstating for the purpose of getting a laugh. It's very flattering, that laugh, and at the same time it gives pleasure to the audience and accomplishes more than writing very serious things. For another thing, writing is easier than digging ditches. Well, actually that's an exaggeration. It isn't."

Horton Hatches the Egg

This book concerns Horton (an elephant) convinced by an irresponsible bird named Mayzie into sitting on her egg while she takes a break--which proves to last for months. Of course, the absurd sight of an elephant sitting atop a tree makes quite a scene.

Horton is laughed at by his jungle friends, captured by hunters, forced to endure a terrible sea voyage, and finally placed in a travelling circus. All through the ordeal Horton repeats this refrain:

I meant what I said, and I said what I meant:
An elephant's faithful one hundred percent.

Mayzie finds Horton at the circus just in time to see her egg hatch. She demands the egg back, but is denied it by Horton and the rest when it hatches into a tiny winged elephant.The moral of the story is probably "be responsible, even when it's difficult." Horton's demonstrated responsibility in keeping his promise to Mayzie by staying with the egg, even when it's hard to do so. He's also faithful, not only to his external obligations, but to his inner self as well.

Lastly, a sudden urge to post a shout out to anyone who has a copy of Dr Seuss's "The Seven Lady Godivas: The True Facts Concerning History's Barest Family" The book was written for adults and is a retelling of the tale of Lady Godiva. It's currently out of print and is a very rare item. I'd whore myself to anyone who is willing to get me a copy. period.

For those who has the faintest idea who Lady Godiva is, she, Godiva (c. 980-1067) was an Anglo-Saxon lady, who, according to legend, rode naked through the streets of Conventry in England, in order to gain a remission of the oppressive toll imposed by her husband on his tenants. Interestingly, a term for Lady Godiva Syndrome is "Exhibitionism". Even an asteroid's named after her.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Let’s be frank, if you’re a prude/family member/ex-boyfriend/future shag/avid churchgoer, either avoid reading this or let it be your ONE very guilty indulgence (which means no more masturbation).

predictable porn made by men, according to Erika Lust:

"Among other things, I decided to begin to produce a different kind of porn because I was fed up with the clichés that the porn producers (MEN) want to make us believe in:

1. Women wear high heels to bed.

2. Men are never impotent.

3. When going down on a woman 10 secs is more than satisfactory.

4. If a woman gets busted masturbating by a strange man, she will not scream with embarrassment, but rather insist he have sex with her.

5. Every man has at least one litre sperm when he comes.

6. If there is two of them they "high five" each other (and the girl isn't disgusted!)

7. Young beautiful women enjoy having sex with ugly, middle-aged men.

8. Women always orgasm when men do.

9. A blowjob will always get a woman off a speeding fine.

10. All women are noisy fucks.

11. Those tits are real.

12. Double penetration makes women smile.

13. Asian men don't exist.

14. Neither man with small cocks.

15. If you come across a guy and his girlfriend having sex in the bushes, the boyfriend won't bash seven shades of shit out of you if you shove your cock in his girlfriend's mouth.

16. There's a plot.

17. All women love slaps on their butts.

18. Nurses suck patients’ cocks.

19. Men always pull out.

20. When your girlfriend busts you getting head from her best friend, she'll only be momentarily pissed off before fucking the both of you.

21. Women never have headaches... or periods.

22. When a woman is sucking a man's cock, it's important for him to remind her to "suck it".

23. Assholes are clean and yummy.

24. Women always look pleasantly surprised when they open a man's trousers and find a cock there.

25. And finally… Men never have to beg because a woman always wants to."

Call me Dutch but I find watching porn to be a healthy activity, if not for stimulation’s sake then for education’s. However, I think my days of avid porn consumption are more or less over. But I just don’t think there has been anything particularly groundbreaking in mainstream porn for the past decade. It’s sad. It’s no wonder we’re so repressed, we have nothing good to wank off to. Surely the industry could benefit from a little branding. A few more Tarantino camera angles perhaps. Or something hip and stylized, like a little film-noir fucking.

For me, porn has lost its fantasy aspect. It does not make me horny. It’s just a lot more fun to watch a real-life couple fuck in the bed next to me. Or to find opportunities to create porn wherever one goes – in the bathroom mirror, in an empty stairwell, on a spare pool table, with a complete stranger(s) etc.

I advise you to read the following list with caution though – I don’t want to ruin an otherwise happy relationship you may have with the medium.

  1. Real-life pussies are not porn-star pussies. Real women do not get off from tugging and pulling at their clits like rubber bands, or smacking their patches with repressed violence. Someone tell these porn directors that it’s social responsibility to show a little finesse.
  2. Nobody in their right mind puts a vibrating dildo in their mouths unless they want to see a dentist.
  3. Sweat is sexy. And an endorphin-induced flush is unbelievably erotic. But fucking vigorously for an hour under a spotlight with not a hint of moisture appearing on your fully-powdered face is well, weird.
  4. Women cum too. It’s possible. National Geographic says so.
  5. Very few women can allow 9 inch cocks into their oesaphaguses without gagging. It’s false advertising. If you happen to meet someone who can do that in real-life, ask to see her credentials. She’s a professional.
  6. Besides that…the rampant ass-fucking, the military positions, the wedding-cake cum on the face, the professional spanking, the Brazilian-waxed cocks, the glass dildos…all of that agrees with me. And these enjoyments aren’t too far removed from real-life either. Sometimes it’s nice to know that porn can have its bright spots of integrity.

Friday, April 07, 2006

This little girl is good! Check her rendition of Alicia Keys's "If I Ain't Got You"

(press "stop" on the top of your browser to turn the blog's music off)


Miss Van








Audrey Kawasaki

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Gawd, what a day!

Saturday, April 01, 2006



I feel happy over small things - like a blossoming flower or a lovely tune or a call from a loved one.But I doubt a million dollar lottery or a great pair Christian Louboutin shoes or an unexpected vintage Chanel couture dress - would make me really happy. And yet, if I got any of that, I would indulge in more external exhibitions of happiness than I would if I had woken up to a beautiful sunrise. We sometimes forget that the simple pleasures of life hold the key to our happiness much more than these huge non-events that we keep hoping for.

Find joy in the beauty of a job well done, rather than in the recognition of it.




isn't this beautiful?

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Ok warning: so this is a bit of an unsalacious post, but it's important that I put it up anyway. And it also gives me a bit of a power kick - but that's beyond the point.
Truth is, I'm not a very confrontational person, and I find it so much easier to type what my mouth can't speak. I really hate to be put on the spot. Especially by random strangers who make unqualified assumptions about me. I am not convinced that some people truly enjoy what they've read or that they are merely feeding their peabrains with contents from my blog so that they're equipped to churn malicious gossips to their peers. Truth is, I still enjoy contributing my convulated fantasies, rampant rants and raves and even recipes. In fact, everyone should blog at least once in their lifetime.
Well, there have obviously been a few extenuating circumstances that have led me to this. Chiefly, the appearance of ONE self-righteous individual who has spreaded countless inflammatory remarks under various aliases. I mean, that's just uncalled for.
You can love me, loathe me, speak ill of me and you can say anything you want. I am not a fan of censorship - as we know too much of it exists in Singapore - and I am presumably confident and secure enough in my self-concocted fabulousness to take most forms of drubbings from critics.
So there you go: Remember, dump your waste elsewhere, further and beyond reach. Just in case it gets recycled.

Friday, March 17, 2006

The comment box is both my forum and my filter. So if you've got something to say, and it's sincere, witty, well-worded and includes an email address / URL, I will try to dignify it with an equally thoughtful (or irreverent) response. Make full use of it, especially by random strangers who make unqualified assumptions about me. Patience is not a virtue that I possess in abundance. And in future, if you ever corner me in a small, enclosed space with your bag full of implements and a head full of presumptions, I promise you, there will be a small brick in my bag you will quickly become fast friends with.

Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions.
Small people always do that,
but the really great make you feel that you, too,
can become great.
- Mark Twain -

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

~~Piazolla's Invierno Porteno~~

cheers to Kurt for sharing this with me.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Peat Wollaeger & Justin Tolentino -Nice & Mean Art Show at St Louis Centre.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

in awe of this truly amazing work... ...

Wednesday, February 15, 2006




By:

Mr Avriel

Interested parties (in the man himself or his works),

please contact me at hedwigkrumm@hotmail.com

Thursday, February 09, 2006



Chanced upon this site and I cannot help but feel that this person grok something about Singapore--at least the Singapore that I know and call home:
At the end of the day, its not my home country and my feelings of loyalty are, at best, stretched. But I can’t help but feel that Singapore is misunderstood. Singapore is the quiet girl in the class who gets straight As in the exams, but is never really popular in school because she is such a prude. Yet she tries really really hard to be the cool-kid. Her parents tell her that she should “seriously” have fun! Yet, they tell her that grades are all that really matters. The poor prude girl is really confused. Could anyone have known that beneath the pristine doll-like image, there is a silently troubled child, with a complicated and sullied inside, every bit as human as anyone can be.
People don’t see the real Singapore - the real Singapore doesn’t exist in the tall financial centers or the huge malls or the parliament buildings, where they make us believe democracy has some role to play. Singapore is not limited to the yuppies who aspire to buy the latest Porsche or the Armani-aspiring corporate mogul-wanna-be who couldn’t care less about what happens around them, as long as they get their 5 (or is it more now?) Cs. Thats just what is presented to the outside world. In fact, even many Singaporeans see themselves through those tinted shades.
If you want to see the heart and soul of Singapore, wander not through Millenia walk or Suntec city, but through the narrow roads of China Town or Little India or Arab street, or even the little parks around Bishan or Ang Mo Kio. The fat lady who sells you the Char Kway Teow or the little girl who brings you the ice kacang at the hawker centers, has a story to tell, if only if you had the time to listen. Singapore is not a land of boring, law-abiding people who don’t think and who work and walk like machines - its a place with as much life and emotion as any other, if only you would look beyond the surface.
(Dictionary.com entry for "grok", if you need it.)

I can't stop thinking of them... ...

Tuesday, January 31, 2006


I’m on the fucking warpath for the next few weeks. As much as feeling weighed down by lightness recently, I'm longing for the feeling of being subjugated. Many deemed it as "Xiao Nu Ren" but I think being Xiao Nu Ren has more fun than other bull-headed women who just doesn't seem to LET GO. Urgh, I've been insatiable lately. It is kinda crazy I know. Just dried up and looking for signposts.

Some girls out there think I’ve really got it figured out, and I appreciate your faith in my ability to provide good advice for your life. But you know what? I don’t really have any ‘good advice’. I’ll never be able to write (or bother to write) some bullshit email that sounded like I ripped it out from one of the books from the Chicken Soup series. There’s really only one answer to all your problems and it’s this: Live your life the way you want to.
That really solves everything, isn't it? But of course, don't kill. Mr Phan gave me a piece of advice during my farewell lunch: Try Everything. In all seriousness, try EVERYTHING. Sometimes, or rather, very often, you wish you had the confidence to pursue but you don’t believe you can, and therefore you never will, period.
Well, moving on. You know, all that bullshit about taking your clothes off in front of just about anyone cheapening the process for yourself is just that. Bullshit. Eating Cadbury chocolate all your life doesn’t cheapen the sacredness of biting into a box of fresh Royce. Cadbury is good, but Royce is indulgingly good, ultra good. Better then only ever having eaten the former all your life! Same goes for sex. Okay, I'm too dry to elaborate on sex. MOVE ON!
To end off today's entry, I need to do this. It's been boiling in me for a period of time. Nothing vulgar, nothing obscene. Here it goes... ...
Loathesome people : I really do try my best to empathize with people who I find difficult to tolerate. It’s never ‘they’re obnoxious’ or ‘they’re presumptuous’ or whatever. It’s always, ‘maybe they’re not having it so good in the female department at the moment’ or ‘they’re just insecure’ or whatever. Having my little tableau pissed-offs, this is what I have to say to the pissers:
Think what you want, if it’s nice, go ahead and give me a peck. If it isn’t, you should simply go find somewhere else to stick your garbage. It’s free anyway.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Stickmen Satire, Anyone?

Tuesday, January 10, 2006


Mark Ryden

Thursday, January 05, 2006


Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis
Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis
Mon ami z-il est à la guerre
Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis
Ont passé par ici
Le premier était plus bleu que le ciel,
Mon ami z-il est à la guerre
Le second était couleur de neige
Le troisième rouge vermeil
"Beaux oiselets du Paradis
Mon ami z-il est à la guerre Qu'apportez par ici?"
"J'apporte un regard couleur d'azur
Ton ami z-il est à la guerre Moi,
sur beau front couleur de neige,
Un baiser dois mettre, encore plus pur".
Oiseau vermeil du Paradis,
Mon ami z-il est à la guerre Que portez vous ainsi?
"Un joli coeur tout cramoisi"
Ton ami z-il est à la guerre "
Ha! je sens mon coeur qui froidit... Emportez le aussi".
from 2nd mvt of Trio Chansons, text and music by Maurice Ravel.
written in 1914-1915, scored for SATB.