Christmas gifts!

Since I detest Christmas I must naturally, in the Name of Inconsequence, list all Christmas gifts I received this year. Here goes:

1. Kodansha's Furigana, hardcover, 1. 700+ pages of English-Japanese/Japanese-English exquisiteness.
2. Sony Ericsson W950i, mobile phone/walkman/palm pilot, 1. I shall enjoy chuckling at all you iPod dorks of the world for a while from this point on. Still waiting for the chip behind the ear for the ultimate all-in-one solution though...
3. The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton, paperback, 1. (Thanks for the tip, Linda!)
   
4. Money, local currency, uncountable. All hail to Mammon!
5. Gift vouchers, 3. Vouchers worth 25€ at a local department store whose cheap and boring clothes (un)fortunately fit me perfectly. White trash? Yes...but with style!
   
6. Long sleeve vest, white, 1.
7. Candy, various, 663 grams...but no Green Jellies! An old tradition has been buried and I am in a state of shock.

The funniest thing that must have happened this Christmas was when I realised my dad looks gay. It is all there: Shaved head, tanned, pierced ear with a huge diamond piercing, well-trained, tattooed... Very gay indeed, but in a splendid way if you ask me.

He was infuriated nevertheless. Har har.

Touching your former nemesis

We could not get it quite right
So you came to show us
How it was supposed to be done

And you took my hand
And we prepared ourselves
And I felt somewhat insecure
Because of what had happened between us
In the past

Then you exploded
And our bodies were slammed tight
And you were in my arms
Swirling around

And I almost felt
As though I had lost my virginity
Again
To a primordial force


On the dancefloor you are really something, M.

Mobile Technology meets Power of Goth

Ladies and Gentlemen, meine Damen und Herren, mes dames et messieurs, gentili signori! I present to you the most Gawthic mobile phone ever seen upon the face of the Earth: Samsung SGH-X160!

SGH-X160, a k a Mistress of the Night.

Unfortunately I think it looks pretty sweet. Perhaps I haven't completely severed my old gothic bonds completely after all. Dread the thought.

(And maybe this is old news - but then again, I am a technological retard.)

An Okapi – who, me?

This weekend I was attending my former tutor's 35th birthday party. At one point during this party, my other former tutor told me that had I been an animal, perhaps I would have been an Okapi.

An Okapi? I am not quite sure how to relate to this statement. Ok, so veins do pop out in my face from time to time but...

















...more gracious creatures do spring to mind.