Friday, October 27, 2006
noodles, canoodles
u know what just hit me?
italian shares common ground with teochew, believe it or not. it's in the very fundamental word "si" - for "yes". yes. all along, right before my ears. i don't suppose marco polo had anything to do with it. and here i was thinking it was only noodles and spaghetti. there's a theory that spaghetti was one of mr polo's homecoming gifts from the east... and i suppose fettuccine is kueyteow... and linguine just came about when he decided to be a smartarse.
(my mom tells me kueyteow is the least healthy choice when i tapau zhu yuk fun, becoz it has the most surface area among all noodles therefore requiring more oil to keep them loose.)
noodles aside, i watched malena yesterday and suddenly have this mad craving to marry an italian but since she beat me to it, i'll just settle for another italian. just to illustrate how our cultures gel, these women have done "the apartment" and "manual of love" respectively - films which reflect the chinese love for even numbers. these films deviate from the overdone triangles and trilogies to be each about a love quadrangle and a love quadlogy. seems they do a lot of love. they're very liberal with their affections.
ok, just remembered l'appartement is french, but that's beside the point. i can just see how well i'm getting along with my italian girl, from these tenuous cultural links and given understanding of each other's carnal affirmations. can u picture it?
siiii, oh si, si! siiiiii, siiiiiiiiii...
mm-hmmmmm.
italian shares common ground with teochew, believe it or not. it's in the very fundamental word "si" - for "yes". yes. all along, right before my ears. i don't suppose marco polo had anything to do with it. and here i was thinking it was only noodles and spaghetti. there's a theory that spaghetti was one of mr polo's homecoming gifts from the east... and i suppose fettuccine is kueyteow... and linguine just came about when he decided to be a smartarse.
(my mom tells me kueyteow is the least healthy choice when i tapau zhu yuk fun, becoz it has the most surface area among all noodles therefore requiring more oil to keep them loose.)
noodles aside, i watched malena yesterday and suddenly have this mad craving to marry an italian but since she beat me to it, i'll just settle for another italian. just to illustrate how our cultures gel, these women have done "the apartment" and "manual of love" respectively - films which reflect the chinese love for even numbers. these films deviate from the overdone triangles and trilogies to be each about a love quadrangle and a love quadlogy. seems they do a lot of love. they're very liberal with their affections.
ok, just remembered l'appartement is french, but that's beside the point. i can just see how well i'm getting along with my italian girl, from these tenuous cultural links and given understanding of each other's carnal affirmations. can u picture it?
siiii, oh si, si! siiiiii, siiiiiiiiii...
mm-hmmmmm.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Richandvictorious Kuah
i have finished cloud atlas!
wonderful wonderful read. i must admit this was the first i've heard of david mitchell. and, he's good. this book is good, at least. a lawyer and a composer and a physicist and a reporter and an editor and a clone and a tribal boy. physicist is both composer and reporter's friend, yet composer is also reporter, whose mother's hometown is named after lawyer. reporter becomes clone, and clone becomes tribal boy's god. both editor and composer's stories start similarly, by fleeing from debt collectors.
the clone story reminds me of the island. u know, where ewan mcgregor escapes to meet um, his maker. the tribal boy story reminds me of a clockwork orange. the composer's suicide note rings like kurt cobain's, while the comets bring to mind ff7. hahah.
anyway! finishing such a saga of epic convolutions, i am suddenly stoked for more reading. and i actually have too many to choose from.
nothing else worthwhile to write, so here's something from about... oh, 8 months ago.
my name is Richandvictorious Kuah. my bro is Proudandvictorious Kuah, and my sis is Firstamongbeauties Kuah. we owe this to our eminently literate father, Landofthestrong Kuah. mom is Clearlotus Chew, and her sisters are Stonelotus Chew, Jadelotus Chew, Pearlscholar Chew and Fragrantscholar Chew. (suddenly i'm unsure of these names, so i'll just stop.) oh btw, we live in Horsecomewestya...
wonderful wonderful read. i must admit this was the first i've heard of david mitchell. and, he's good. this book is good, at least. a lawyer and a composer and a physicist and a reporter and an editor and a clone and a tribal boy. physicist is both composer and reporter's friend, yet composer is also reporter, whose mother's hometown is named after lawyer. reporter becomes clone, and clone becomes tribal boy's god. both editor and composer's stories start similarly, by fleeing from debt collectors.
the clone story reminds me of the island. u know, where ewan mcgregor escapes to meet um, his maker. the tribal boy story reminds me of a clockwork orange. the composer's suicide note rings like kurt cobain's, while the comets bring to mind ff7. hahah.
anyway! finishing such a saga of epic convolutions, i am suddenly stoked for more reading. and i actually have too many to choose from.
nothing else worthwhile to write, so here's something from about... oh, 8 months ago.
my name is Richandvictorious Kuah. my bro is Proudandvictorious Kuah, and my sis is Firstamongbeauties Kuah. we owe this to our eminently literate father, Landofthestrong Kuah. mom is Clearlotus Chew, and her sisters are Stonelotus Chew, Jadelotus Chew, Pearlscholar Chew and Fragrantscholar Chew. (suddenly i'm unsure of these names, so i'll just stop.) oh btw, we live in Horsecomewestya...
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
a wedding and a wake
(my first haiku!)
"the same rainy night -
red matters don't mix with white;
i go burn money"
the funeral is tomorrow.
"the same rainy night -
red matters don't mix with white;
i go burn money"
the funeral is tomorrow.
