yesterday i felt so old, i (didn't) felt i could die

Maybe it's not drinking anymore, maybe it's just age catching up. Christmas has been duller, but i'm not complaining, just contemplating.

Christmas eve 2003: Min came over, we wrapped presents and watched Pirates of the Carribean. Meanwhile, someone was at Zouk partying. haha

Christmas eve 2004: I met a v.good friend (used to be) and we went to check out the mass at Novena Catholic Church. twas fun and it was my first time stepping into SPH newsroom, was buzzed in by him.

Christmas eve 2005: Homeclub, that's when it started. haha. the obsession with the place then. not drunk, just high on the music and a rainbow coloured skirt.haha

Christmas eve 2006: Flat out high after "Loser Party" at v.good friend's place. Fried Chicken, loads of wine and some beyonce later, Homeclub. Flat out high and can't remember after after.

Christmas eve 2007: Just went out for a movie. (plateau approaching)

Christmas eve 2008: At home, reading nytimes online and watching ANTM.

Certified boring.

Earworms December 2008

"You fucked the suburbs out of me"

The Party's Crashing Us Now, Of Montreal.

brilliant line, hahaha. if you contextualise to Singapore it will be:

"You sex me so good. Like upgrade from HDB to condo like that."


"Beware ! I bear more grudges than lonely high court judges."

The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get, Morrissey


Well, if you are in Singapore, most definitely, the AG and high court judges will be watching u especially if you are an opposition politician or WSJ. yes, they bear a lot of grudges, don't believe me, ask the legal team representing Wall St Journal

Storm Thorgerson is rachel's 21st century magritte

From the album, Wish you were here (1975), Pink Floyd



From the album, Is it a sin by Deepest Blue



From the album, The Raven by Alan Parsons



From the album, Skunkworks by Bruce Dickinson



From Album, Home is where the head is by Ethnix



From Pink Floyd's songbook, Wish You were here



From album sleeve of Sound of Thunder, Pink Floyd



album cover of single, Wish you were here by Pink Floyd

Namesake

The Associated Press reported:

< CHRISTIANSTED, U.S. Virgin Islands- Hurricane Omar weakened Thursday as it quickly moved away from the Caribbean through the northern Leeward Islands without causing major damage.

The powerful core of the storm, with the most intense winds, passed overnight between St. Martin and the U.S. and British Virgin Islands, said Lixion Avila, a hurricane specialist with the U.S. National Hurricane Center.

"It could have been worse," Avila said. "They were very, very lucky."

....Omar knocked down trees, caused some flooding and minor mudslides but there were no immediate reports of deaths or major damage in the U.S. Virgin Islands, said Mark Walters, director of the disaster management agency for the U.S. Caribbean territory.

The nearby British Virgin Islands also emerged largely unscathed, said Deputy Gov. Inez Archibald, noting there was little damage beyond some mudslides and scattered debris.

"We did reasonably well actually," Inez told The Associated Press. "We did not get what we expected." >



"It could have been worse," Rachxf says. "I was very, very lucky."

"I did not get what I expected."

haha.

I had some dreams,
They were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and clouds in my coffee.

Homer, Brett and George ( not in order)

What did I do today?

I added Singapore's Foreign Minister Mr George Yeo on facebook! He's adept at the facebook applications from what i see on his profile with really cool sepia photos from his university days in UK to boot.

Also in photos: Prime minister Lee Hsien Loong and Trade and Industry Minister Mr Lim Hng Kiang decked in retro garb of the 70s/80s and shaggy, almost shoulder-length hairdos. And they wanted to ban The Rollling Stones gig in the 70s because the band had long hair?

But I must say, minister sir, good work on facebook. The social media is the future.



I thought about Brett Anderson again and... dug up from the depths of my room, a photo I took with the Suede in 2002, in an interview opportunity I had or rather I won on Power 98 by sending in a question for the band. I sent in a really dumb question to him in retrospect.

Q: What records would you rescue if your house was set on fire?

A: _______________ ( i couldn't remember anything. i didnt record, i wasn't even a journalist, just a radio listener and i didnt take notes. just stared at his flawless, chiselled face)

And for those of you who know, this fangirl bought a box of chocolates intended for Mr Anderson, but I was too shy and it was really damn uncool to give chocolates to a rockstar, ain't it.

Fate of the chocolates? Left it on the bus, on my way to watch Suede at MediaCorp studios.



A vintage Penguin! I bought this vintage 1960s print of Homer's Odyssey at some second-hand book fair at Tanjong Pagar HDB estate. Haven't started reading it though, I am much afraid , it will fall apart in my greasy hands. Maybe I should start collecting vintage penguins. I should :) And this was a steal, nonetheless along with a 1950s Charles Dickens I bought.

sheela-ni-gig, ms polly jean harvey

She is THE standard of hot-female-rocker-in-heels. check out her heels in the video. Whoa!

"Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time he said he didn't care
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Turn the corner another one thereeeee"

Just shoot me, mothership of censorship (i.e: Straits times)

Self-censorship is well and alive in our local press. To find out more, ask me.

Turning your orbit around

You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun


Jesus, etc. Wilco

And oops, i forgot. The Smashing Pumpkins.

Ava Adore.

Gone Gone Gigs

T'was a fun MRT ride alone, thinking about all the bands/acts that I would have loved to catch in my lifetime. But most of them have disbanded, making it a nevermore.

Reunions, maybe?

The List:

1) Blur
2) Garbage
3) The Smiths
4) Suede (sorta caught them in a TV studio showcase, but I want the real thang. with bernard Butler)
5) Pulp
6) The Beautiful South
7) Pink Floyd
8) Colin's Appendix (hahah, for old times sake and the day I braved wearing a tape plastered on my shirt, reading "Groupie")
9) The Pixies ( i think they regrouped already)

And I "very scared" Yeah Yeah Yeahs will dissolve soon, so must hurry hurry watch while they are still happy together.

i am slackerbitch, hear me roar.

report card

One six-pointer said to another six-pointer when they collected their A-Level result slips:

"Eh, I didn't get 4 As. You too right?"

"Yah, so?"

"Instead of value-add, we are the value defects!" he said then breaking into a guffaw.

He was streamed into the exclusive Gifted Education Programme back in Secondary School. She wondered if these alphabetical grades mattered in the greater scheme of things.

To her, golden girls and golden boys are just social constructs. Social constructs meant to stress out the rest of the population into elitism. And she bought into this social construct most of her life, she thought, staring at her classmates who would become doctors, lawyers...

"Doctor, lawyer, Indian Chief. Poor man, rich man, Begger man, thief" went a childhood rhyme for a game where the length of your forearm would magically determine what you will be when you grow up, as your playmate measures your arm so so carefully, criss-crossing her thumbs.

She stared at her result slip. Mediocrity is relative too. What would her 3 As be in the seas of 4 As?

Average.

Value defect. Yes. But so what.

She was never the golden girl and they are just too perfect too be human. To be flawed.

And most importantly, Real.

My dream gig (that i cannnot attend)

Ash plays 1977 the album.
Take me take me there.

This is going to be a helluva fun. ARGH, and i am missing it.

This gig is a dream come true. ohwell.

One sad short film of the drug genre

Monday brings me to this Jonas Akerlund 15-minute short film "Try" about two homeless junkies-in-love. Thanks to The Smashing Pumpkins video Try, try, try which is a terse version of the short.

Akerlund was the director of the controversial video for Prodigy's Smack my bitch up (just youtube it. It's really trippy)

It's sad, but at the end I couldn't help but shrug and say: "C'est la vie".
A cautionary tale about drug usage as usual.

Thank you

Thank you Lord for your Grace and everything in my life.

Scraps

Been doing some big time spring cleaning: got about 20 cds to sell to cash converters, threw out a whole lotta rubbish (school notes, photos, useless christmas and birthday gifts)

But I found scraps of paper on which i scribbled down my random thoughts, circa early 2004 ( post A-levels). pretty entertaining. Let me share two:

(i think i was scribbling this while doing mundane and mindless data entry at a well-known bank. Lesson for banks: don't hire post-A level kids. We are kind of careless when computing important client information. haha)

10 a.m. : Listened to Tori (Amos) on player

10.30 a.m: Thinking of buying SP's (smashing pumpkins) Siamese Dreams

11 a.m: Salivating at the thought of Siglap Food Centre's rojak. Reads two news articles

11.20 a.m.: Yawn

11.40 a.m.: Evesdrops on others talking about their children

12.00 p.m.: Loo time!

12.01 p.m. : Weekend creeps into my head

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(my draft for a collage made from magazine scraps. For my valentine at that time, using bits of lyrics from various songs by Ash. I cringe upon reading it now. haha, so childish for a love poem, not original somemore.)

Move closer, set my mind on fire,
something in your glances puts a spell on me.

As the world fades all around,
feel it taking over,
the warmth of skies at sunset.
I want to linger in this glow.

You're all that I can see. (I've got a good feeling)

You're a constant source,
you're a shining light.
Incandescent in the darkest night,
An epiphany you burn so bright.

You light up my life, dude.

One is a gun with a dart for my sweethart

i want to be one of those girls singing and playing tambourines at the end :)

A rash obsession

so i have been holed up at home becos of an untimely outbreak of rashes but discovered another sitcom to obsess over.

The big bang theory.

It's Beauty and the geek as an American sit-com. And the scary thing is as these nerds spew their scientific jargon, i understand what they are saying. omg. my years of study of physics, chemistry and biology has not gone to waste. hahha

And i must say, these MIT nerds are pretty adorable.

Do sample some of their inane but witty dialogue. haha

Leonard: We need to widen our circle.
Sheldon: I have a very wide circle. I have 212 friends on myspace.
Leonard: Yes, and you’ve never met one of them.
Sheldon: That’s the beauty of it.

–

Penny (clueless but socially adept blonde neighhbour of the nerds): I’m a Sagittarius, which probably tells you way more than you need to know.
Sheldon: Yes, it tells us that you participate in the mass cultural delusion that the sun’s apparent position relative to arbitrarily defined constellations at the time of your birth somehow affects your personality.
Penny: (puzzled) Participate in the what?

Knowledge is power!

It occurred to me that the greatest insult is "She doesn't read".

(read: You are a Philistine, stupid.)

haha.

So read more books.

Also in the Psychiatry fiction bookshelf, the below sequence of reading will be nice:

The Bell Jar: Young girl gets into bad depression, recovers? ( we never know)

segue to:

Tender is the Night: Young Schizo girl marries a psychiatrist, he tries to take care and love her but eventually he's the one who
falls apart and needs therapy after several years.

Fitzgerald kinda will get the bloody sad Plath-ness out of your system.

Endangered/extinct posh nosh in Singapore

I am mad.

The not-so-healthy foodstuff that I love have all disappeared with great stealth or reduced to one retailer in the past four years.

First up, the crunchy love-to-bits of Teddy Bear cookies, Teddy Grahams. It mysteriously gone off the shelves of Cold Storage, NTUC and even Jason's (an expat supermarket). I did my field research and all gone.



In lovely flavours from honey, choc chip to oatmeal, these cute and yummy bears all gone. They were my essentials during the endless days and nights of cramming for A Levels. such comfort from the childish snack, but why were they taken off the shelves?

I suspect it's some trans-fat ingredient that the Health Sciences Authority of Singapore found in the cute biscuits. And I reckon the same fate followed another All-American goodness in a cup, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.



Oh my, these little cups of delight. Peanut-buttery goodness layered with some unknown chunk of crumble and layered with chocolate. Feels like putting on a kilogram with each buttercup but worth it, I say.

All gone from the retailers in SIngapore too, it's a conspiracy i believe. A subtle boycott of American products that are unhealthy.

But saving grace comes in the form of a tin box full of curiously strong mints. My Altoids! How can I live without these Panadol-looking examples of greatness in a mint. A breath of fresh air in Singapore where it's hard to get a decent mint. What? Only Fisherman's Friend or fast-moving ( really fast) consumer mints like Eclipse, Frozz or Clorets (sounds like a bleach can.)



Rough, strong and stronger. And in a retro-looking tin box. How cool is that. The boxes serve as great storage for knick knacks and other random things like namecards and earrings.

Credibility goes to the company from retailing even portable battery chargers in the shape of the Altoid box! charging your ipods with a box of mints. Beat that!




Alas, all good mints come to a terrible end in Singapore too. Only Candy Empire imports them now and the price has spiked from $3.50 in 2006 to $4.90. Why!?!

Just keeping my fingers crossed that rising food prices don't snatch away my last indulgence that is my clinking box of Altoids in my handbag. Shoo!

Spinal Tappin'

What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.

Grow up!

My music tastes are changing. I think it's with age. It seems juvenile to be listening to all these teenage/adolescent bands breaking into the NME scene today.

You can't be listening to The-next-big-band all your life. As you settle into the hum-drum of adulthood, I guess aural choices become more mature and stable too.

I've stopped reading NME,switching to Mojo. The last few albums that I bought/downloaded are older than me (Sonic Youth, The Chameleons). Bob Dylan's Blonde On Blonde which initially repulsed me when I bought it four years ago is sweet melody to my ears today.

Patti Smith, Jimi Hendrix, Lou Reed, David Bowie, Thurston Moore all seem to have more personality than the sludge of young "The-Somethings" bands. But, I still have a soft spot for The Strokes and some other The-X bands.

Maybe Rock and Roll did die. Pop corrupts and musicians just live in an pseudo-world manufactured by record labels and media conglomerates.

All the more to turn back the dial to the 60s, 70s, 80s. But minus the glam metal please.


My favourite Bob Dylan song, 4th Time around. He's a poet indeed:


When she said,
"Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get."

( you can cry, laugh or grimace at this stanza)

No Selamat to sorrys

"This song goes out to a certain Mr K.S Wong of Singapore. Stay cool and funky."

"Madonna's Sorry."

(heavy dance beats-a-dropping)

Maddie sings:

"I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say you're sorry
I've heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say 'Forgive me'
I've seen it all before
And I can't take it anymore

You're not half the man you think you are
Save your words because you've gone too far
I've listened to your lies and all your stories (Listened to your stories)
You're not half the man you'd like to be

...

Don't explain yourself 'cause talk is cheap
There's more important things than hearing you speak
You stayed because I made it so convenient (made it so convenient)
Don't explain yourself, you'll never see

...

CHORUS ( all Singaporeans Sing!) :

(Sorry, sorry, sorry)
I've heard it all before
I've heard it all before
I've heard it all before
[repeat]

Let's go to NYC and find boyfriends

The man below is a character from the sitcom, How I Met Your Mother and I am in love with him. Well, it helps that the actor is not bad-looking.



Ted Mosby played by Josh Radnor

He's an architect who works from home, listens to Wilco (plus a few points), wears scruffy but well-matched shirts and blazers ( plus points), not gay like Will from Will & Grace (plus 10000 points) but shares an apartment with his engaged friends from university ( Yale okay, plus 1000000 points, haha). And his group of close friends are hilarious. I can so bitch and talk cock with them. Has had this weird girlfriend who listens to Belle and Sebastian and collects Sock monkeys.

Where to find in Singapore, tell me tell me.

So I say, go to New York, find boyfriend, get apartment ( use your own money too), stalk NY bands, boyfriend leaves (you can never be sure), buy gun and dog (cats cannot protect you), never talk to your neighbours, find new boyfriend. hahah

Or worse come to worse I will stalk David Bowie outside his building for fun if single and alone. but most importantly, have friends to come over to check on me, in case i choke on some food durin dinner while alone in my apartment. haha

Running up that hill

School's almost done for me. But still many loose ends to tie up.

I am afraid of being eaten alive next monday at my defense for my year-long baby i call my fyp.

It's like the baby shower when you show your baby to your relatives, friends et ceteras with a buffet spread, many plates of red-dyed eggs and horrible tasting butter cakes.

Your nasty friends might say your baby is ugly or missing something. Then you have to stand up for your kid as his or her mother who is breastfeeding him or her.

I will be confident. I love my baby and if you tell me otherwise, i will convince you that my baby is cute and loveable despite his or her jaundice (or the lack of hair).

And no, don't tell me my baby looks like an alien. I will kill you. haha.

Nothing in particular

If you love me, leave me your T-shirts.

The most underrated band from Manchester

Think Manchester 1980s, you get the baggy scene, the seemingly difficult delivery of UK indie rock amid all the nonsense pop and MTV cashcows.

No, i'm not talking about Morrissey et al or The Stone Roses. A band fell between the cracks. Or perhaps, like their namesake, The Chameleons unfortunately faded into the background before UK embraced indie bands late 80s to 90s.

Ditch Interpol because The Chameleons were the ones who mastered that dark post-punk romantics sound, 25 years ago.

omg, it's a quarter of a century.

They were the dark princes of Manchester rock in 1983. I guess the scene swallowed and extinguished the band like their lyrics from the band's 1983 debut, Script at the bridge suggests:
" Where are we?
First and last
Bound together in our past
Much too cruel
Much too fast'

With titles like A person isn't safe anywhere these days and As high you can go, the atmospheric riffs and lead Mark Burgess vocals, give the interpol a run for moodiness and incomprehensible lyrics.

This album is older than me and it's a keeper y'all.

P.S: Thanks a lot Mr Duffy for referring me to this band. you were right in your dismissive rwords in red ink for the magazine assignment: "They (Interpol) are a rip-off of The Chameleons. Check Script at the bridge"/

Feast

Last night i had sort of a nightmare. I dreamt that i was eating a part of a human being. It was weird, maybe i have cannibalistic tendancies.

And mind you, the person who i took a large bite of, haha, was still alive and talking to me, after the meal.

One day, i guess with food shortages, cannibalism doesn't seem that faraway. Just like what Neil Gaiman's short story, Babycakes.

Yes, food from babies.

All apologies: Six Feet Under

By far, the most beautiful scene in Six Feet Under.

Claire remembers the day Kurt Cobain died, as a reading takes place at her brother's burial.

Nate, her brother, then a high-schooler weeps by the stereo playing Nirvana's "All Apologies", smoking a joint.

"Nate," says Claire.

"Hey," Nate replied.

"Kurt Cobain died today. He killed himself," said Nate as he took a long drag off the joint.

"He was just too pure for this world," he choked.

The 13 year-old claire deadpanned: "His music will live on,"

Nate smiled. "Yeah, it will,"

He sighed, holding out the joint to her: "You wanna try some?"

"Yeah." Claire said as the door shuts.

She keeps looking for patterns, but the world just happens

" As Harold took a bite of the Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt that everything was going to be okay.

Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy...there are Bavarian sugar cookies.

And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin.

Or a kind and loving gesture.

Or a subtle encouragement.

Or a loving embrace.

Or an offer of comfort.

Not to mention hospital gurneys, and nose plugs, and uneaten Danish, and soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters

And maybe the occasional piece of fiction."

From the 2006 film, Stranger than Fiction.


This made my day.

Walk Away Renee (Version)

The funniest spoken-word song I have come across in all my life.

Walk Away Renee
by Billy Bragg

(spoken to the picking of guitar strings)
She said it was just a figment of speech
And I said "You mean figureAnd she said "No, figment
Because she could never imagine it happening. But it did

When we first met I played the Shy boy
When she spoke to me for the first time my nose began to bleed
She guessed the rest

The next day we went on a bus ride to the ferry
And when nobody came to collect our fares
Well I knew then this was something special
I couldn't stop thinking about her
And every time I switched on the radio
There was somebody else singing a song about the two of us

It was just like being on a fast ride at the fun fair
The sort you want to get off because its scary
And then as soon as you're off you want get straight back on again
But all love is strange
And you have to learn to take the crunchy with the smooth I suppose

She began going out with Mr. Potato Head
It was when I saw her in he car park
With his coat around her shoulders that I realized
I went home and thought about the two of them together
Until the bathwater went cold around me
I thought about her eyes and the curve of her breasts
And about the point where their bodies met

I confronted her about it
I said, "I'm the most illegible bachelor in townAnd she said "Yeah that's why I
could never understand any of those silly letters you sent me
And then one day it happened
She cut her hair and I stopped loving her

When coffee is more important

I have a dirty and messy bedroom. But when it came to the coffee machine in the kitchen, i realised i was such a clean freak.

My mom made coffee without a paper filter today and it really got on my nerves.

It's important to keep the filter clean, else where does good coffee come from?

love artifacts

1. High Fidelity by Nick Hornby
2. Holding your handphone out while The Strokes play "Someday" live at Big Day out.
3. Lyrics from Ash's 1977 and Ash's Nuclear Sounds
4. malboro Reds
5. Live forever by Oasis
6. A red Triple J t-shirt
7. A Rolling Stones T-shirt
8. Whiskey and Hello Pandas
9. Smells

My bloody Valentine

"I ripped your heart out from your chest
Replaced it with a grenade blast"

Sonic Youth, Incinerate

7 ages of rock.

Watch BBC 2's production, 7 ages of rock. you will not regret it.

And I want to watch Pink Floyd's The Wall on DVD!!!

In fact, I am so impressed by Pink Floyd's creativity. They showed that rock music is really a substantial art form.

The Wall was completely Artoudian meets Brechian theatre. Giant puppets of nasty bespectacled teachers, the gradual ascent of the paper box wall between the band and the audience. Oh man, completely alienating but that was the point the band was making about the loss of intimacy with their peaking popularity.

When the wall completely obscured the band, Roger Waters sang: "Goodbye, Cruel World". Brilliant.

Boys who like girls to be boys, who do girls like they're boys

Brett anderson and Justine Frischmann of Elastica used to be a pairing.

And they look the same. How freaky, it's like dating you-in-drag. Then again, quite sexy la.

hehheh.




Suede's Brett Anderson "Gorgeous, I say."



Elastica's Justine

And a R.E.M song was playing in my mind

THE SONG: It's the end of the world as we know it (I feel fine)

always loved Stipe et al's humour in everything- Apocalypse, frienemies (friends turned enemies)and putting men on moons.haha

oh, and how strange that listening to Sonic Youth/or any American Alt-rock band for that matter, does make you feel like a teenager all over again.

Thank god for them, for the vicarious throwback to awkward adolescence. We need it sometimes (baggy jeans all)

Product of the system

I am a product of the system.

will B.B get me?

I live in a cuboid. I dream dreams of unfinished examinations, usually Math or Chemistry.

Are you reading this?

I am doubting the social contract terms that I signed up for, B.B.

You think I'm a mere statistic, duncha?


Will you drive me, or should i drive myself out of your reach?

Tell me who the conservative majority is and I will show you mine.

The seams are bursting, I'm growing fat on your ideals and clean roads. That's unhealthy right?

6,500,000 is the magic number. How about 6,500,000 - 1 now

I promise I'll be good.

(Just get rid of the young-couple-with-irritating-yakking-terrier-we-own-a-plasma-screen-and-work mindlessly-for-you-B.B living next to my pigeonhole)

Never Ever

Took the cab back with Sari last night. And at 2:56 a.m, the radio played All Saints' "Never Ever". Rewind one week earlier at about the same time, same song plays and we were idiots singing along.

Deja vu vu vu vu.

Dog

It was getting a bit too long a wait, she thought to herself. Standing outside a suburban McDonald's outlet with a dog on a leash. And the dog was one she hardly knew.

The dog was salivating, a bit too much, as if there was a silent Pavlovian experiment bell ringing near them. But she was a cute dog, big, nice fur and more importantly, not barking incessantly like the other small noisy brats of a canine.

Staring at the string of drool making its way to the ground from the heaving dog's mouth, she remembered what M texted her.

"What time are we meeting? Dogs??
Keep the dog away please. seeya."

At that instant, she could almost taste the noodles and the bits of mince pork she had for dinner. She had to rinse her mouth.

Meanwhile, the dog has gotten herself an admirer in just minutes. A good-looker, clean-shaven and dressed in a sharp-shirt. He (She thought he was the banker type) was patting the large dog and speaking to it in babyspeak.

"Is that your dog?" he asked.

"No. Just a friend. We're waiting for him out here," she said while spying at his shoes.

"Oh. Is it a she or a he?" he said.

"A she." she answered.

"She must be a collie? She's really pretty.Is she a pure collie? Or maybe a shetland sheepdog" he eagerly asked.

She looked at him and he was sure a handsome man, but she was clueless about the parentage of the bitch.

"er, I'm too sure? Do you have a dog?" she said.

"Yes. I have a beagle. Not very old. Just about five months old,"

"oh. A beagle," she continued, trying hard to mentally picture what a beagle looked like.hmm. Does it look like a Jack Russell?

"He's in heat now. My beagle." he said.

IN HEAT? Did she hear wrongly? His dog was in heat. The dog can't possibly breed with the dog here, they are different breeds and it was a case of BIG dog with SMALL dog. copulation sounded like a difficult task to her.

"Oh. I got to go now. Nice dog you got there. Bye." he said.

"Bye." she answered.

The dog continued panting and drooling all over the tiled floor. Bizzare inter-special experiments crossed her mind.

Both the dog and herself were getting tired. She could smell the pork in her mouth again.