Lunch...with benefits...

You know how everyday you always try and strive to find something good to celebrate about everyday....
well... doesn't matter how you get it or how it happens, or how it will turn out.... had a very nice lunch with a very pretty young lady today...

it's a terrible thing, they're always better to talk to... it's somehow a bonus if they look pretty then no matter how less deficient they are in the art of conversation, they always seem to turn out better judged than someone more or less, say, conventionally built.
this one... is it the whole package? I never know.. it's not for me to judge, but then... so far, this one is interesting in a pretty lady kind of way..

will this conversation get out of topic? I guess it will... we will run out of subjects will sooner or later... no matter how cute her pout is... and oh man, such a cute pout... :-> ....

Tanktops...

Singapore, is a land of tanktops..

in fact, I think it's more common than t-shirts. Guys wear it, kids wear it, construction workers wear it, old german ladies wear it... of course, girls wear them most of the time... at the office, at home, weddings, cleaning, partying, sleeping, waking, swimming...whatever.....

you know.... I think women knows the power they hold upon us with their tops.... it's not that its too humid to be wearing shirts... its something else....:

• 1. it gives them the exclusive rights to call us perverts... I mean.... no guy, would pass off the chance to see what's hidden underneath, and now...women claim its our perverted minds that we are looking at them.... and somehow they're not responsible for the fact that by wearing tops they're trigerring our male's primal switch
• by wearing tops, they're deviously distracting male attention away from conversation and steering men into humble submission..... example.... have you tried having a conversation with a cute chick on a low cut top? aha... yes... can you concentrate on the conversation or on the subject? forget that, can you concentrate on the face???.... If you can.... well... either you're a woman, or.... well... you're a very well adjusted guy... :-)

really though, i'm agonising over the fact that I remember very little of the conversation, and missing points of the conversation on the merit of a low cut tank top, which had me trying my best to divert my eyes, and failing spectacularly... which she may, or may not notice... Is Kane Perverted then? If she didn't wear such a dress, would I have sneaked a peek? I probably wouldn't....... so, basically speaking, this is a premeditated murder, with the man being the setup for "temporary insanity"

maybe I should be wearing tanktops... maybe then someone would sneak a peek at my melon blossoms.......and let them get distracted..... "sigh" ....

Hiromi!!!!!! Mosaic Jazz Fest

went to see the Mosaic Jazz Fest. and watch this Japanese pianist firecracker called Hiromi...actually... it should be Hiromi!!!!!!!

No word in english can describe it, "Edan!!" she just never seems to stop... sending shivers up and down the spine.

Currently listening to one of her "autographed" cd's bought right after the show. It's still sending shivers as I'm writing this... Run/crawl, whatever, buy her cd's if you're into jazz...

By Request

All Right!!!!

my internet connection is NOW up to speed... been having so much time shopping... :-) hey, it's singapore dammit... I have the absolute right to shop and exercise the index and middle finger (to tip the credit card) to buy so-called bargains (which, incidentally, will be sold at a lower price next door) , and sampling foods left and right..... oyster mee suah... now..... if only you don't have to stand up to eat....

what have I bought, well.... speakerstandamplifiersubwoofershortspantspoloshirtsshoesandmoreshoeslotsabooksexerciseballtoysdvdplayerlightetc.....
see... its not to read, but to "understand" and sympathise...

the tank tops... have I told you of them? it's the darndest thing....in my next posting... :-) suffice to say.. tank tops aremore common than buses... and it's always an enlightment in the morning bus to the office, where normally you no longer have a place to sit, and the only available place to stand, coincidentally, is in front of somebody wearing tank tops....unashamedly juvenile, i am....