Death and Orchard Road (not related...)

strange that emz brought it up. i've been thinking about death a lot these days: the moment just before you are about to die, the moment you die, and what's it like after you are dead. and my conclusion is... no... i don't believe in life after death.

the reason why i've been thinking about death is because i've started reading Garth Nix's "The Old Kingdom" trilogy. and death features a big part in it.

well... on a lighter note... was walking down Orchard Road just now. i've not been there for quite a while. it has changed a fair bit. not unrecognizable, but definitely different. Cats in the Cradle was playing at Indochine, Wisma. and passers-by like me who are too cheapskate to go in and get a drink at hyper-inflated prices (this happened even before the recent spate of inflation... pretty prescient of them, eh?) could just stand and watch. and sure enough, there was a huge crowd watching. though some of them were as likely to be watching the band as they were watching this Tranny. not that being a Tranny automatically draws attention. but this Tranny must have thought it was Wednesday and she/he/it was in Zouk. cos she/he/it was unleashing this entire repertoire of grossly mutilated mambo moves and hooting what she/he/it must have thought to be complimentary but to the rest of us sounded like a banshee cry.

yeesh.

and i think the Tranny made me think really weird things. like when i saw Miss Selfridge, i suddenly thought... why sell fridge? why not toasters? or ovens? or better yet, toaster ovens? washing machines do well too! why selfridge?

and if there's a Daniel Yam, perhaps we should have a Richard Potato. or William Tapoica.

hey wait... i thought of all these before encountering the Tranny...

erm....