Meet The Newbies

Everyone, meet The Canine Connection.


It's actually a flip-flop/slipper. The cutest birthday gift ever. Thank you so much Fuzzy dearie.

I found out later on that they were long-lost deceased twins of English parentage incarnated to serve the needs of my unattended feet. Everette Kaynigh was a connoisseur on countless of expertise and unmined knowledge. Raised in Lyon, he picks up after his foster parents love for anything in the name of *cough* love. A true Parisian at heart -where he spends most of his teenage life- his delicate taste in fine tuned, meticulously crafted songs for the tragic romantic was so precise that it has caused the palace officials to hang him to his very end. He made King Phillipe Randenoit III looked dumb for failing to woo the heart of Lady Joan Priselle. Everette got a hold of her heart with ease. Too bad his life isn't within his very own grasp. His younger sibling, Eddie Kaynigh grew up in upstate New York bustling his way through high school by selling old vinyls and collecting garbage can lids for attentive collectors (there is such things?) that would buy them at a satisfying sum. Like any American household, his foster parents unsurprisingly split up and he was spoon-feeding himself ever since the 8th grade. His knack for lashing out gushing riffs from his 5 1/2-string Jazzmaster has eluded many. With his band, This Bone Tone he has establish himself as a profoundly prolific songsmith with an extra sense. Sniff, sniff. The 3 Doom Horsemen of Fame & Fortune (read: Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll) caught up with him too soon. He died at 28 of cardiac arrest. Our fist meeting was splendid. It did'nt took long before we were seen strolling together along the corridors, igniting the envious beasts in other occupants, and *ehem* cuddling. Inseperable we are. Thorndyke has nothing else to say.



Meeting Fuzzy in Uptown after my last entry was a bit relieving. Being on hiatus for a while from having hour-longs conversation does takes it toll. For me at the very least. So then she gave me my gift. Before we parted ways, she mentioned something that intrigues me.

"Don't think of it as an ubat nyamuk or something."

Ok. So my mind made up a few possible answers. One of it being, Is it maruku in this box?. But guess what? Take a look.




It was greetings written on a Fumakilla-inspired coil. That explains the ubat nyamuk association. But very nicely made I'd say. Kudos. And also it's nice to know that I'm not only associated with a rabbit, but also a pumpkin. Billy Corgan kicks ass and he's still kicking hard.


Here's a full close-up of the gift before it was unveiled. The coil is on the back. Confused though. Is that the bunny's tail or is it farting? Help me out on this one folks.

While I was gearing down for another bathing session, Hafeez gave a buzz. He's with Li & Alia en route to Paul's for Longdrawn 2 (By the way, I know who I was talking too. It's you dear Feirith). Crazy lot. Li pulled off a Marilyn Monroe birthday number (I know it was you!). Sounds sassy enough it almost turned me on. Almost. Heh. Gig safe guys, gig safe. And Alia, Free Love rocks. Period.

I'm writing this during a brief interval from a season marathon. Afiq managed to get all episodes of the 3rd season of Smallville from his UTP mate. Surreal. Another 8 episodes to go. No commercials and disturbing subtitles. Whee.

Ah. Turning 19 is not that bad after all.

Be nice & happy hunting everyone.

-I need you. Whomever you may be. I need you-