udderiffic indulgence.

…the birth of nations. They’re also meant for cleaning scooters.

“Hi, my name is Pooters…”

I not only finally got down to cleaning Pooters again after so long (the last time I did so was about four months ago, with reference to my post here), I realised that I cleaned Pooters on National Day again.

“…and I sparkle and shine with saurian radiance, if you can imagine dinosaurs emitting light. Hurhurhur!”

Well, this time I cleaned Pooters on the National Day Holiday (Mon, 11 Aug) instead because National Day itself was spent ‘mugging’ for a guitar exam, which I will blog about when the results are out. Nevertheless, Pooters is clean again, which is always a good thing.

I know I was supposed to bring you for servicing today but the paper and the cough are killing me softly, man.

I am sitting here trying to type and breathe properly at the same time, and what with copious amounts of Vicks which I have liberally applied everywhere and the mess of books on my table and my wooziness, I am in no shape to bring you for your half-yearly check-up.

I promise I will bring you next week; in the meantime, you must promise to hold up until then.

I will clean you too until you are nice and sparkly and gleamy and all the women who fall in love with me will also fall in love with you.

Lol.

Ok roar. We can do it Pooters, you and me. Let’s go!

My friend/VJ senior Derryn Wong, also of Ronin fame (their domain name seems to have expired?), wrote an article on me and Pooters in the latest (and last, I believe) issue of Piaggiornale.

Or just view the entire set here.

The story goes something like this: I picked up the previous issue of Piaggiornale (I read it, for obvious enough reasons, I suppose). After my stint at PIONEER, I kind of started looking at bylines, so I realised the articles were written by a certain Derryn Wong.

As luck would have it, I met him that night at Bang’s birthday party, so I asked him about the writing gig and jokingly asked him to do an article on me.

He said in his deep bass tones, “Sure, I’ll ask my editor”, and I guess you know the outcome of the rest of the story.

So NOW everyone also knows where the haiku came from too huh. No Seraphinas at the moment, I’m sorry.