I'm slacking on Tarlia Daily because of a combination of late nights out and Maple Story. I kept taking self-portraits anyway; I just haven't posted them. Maybe later, if my current book doesn't lure me away.

I'm not too sure about Maple Story at this time. I love the graphics and the fact that I can get these top-up cards at Popular or authorised cyber cafes in this town, but if all you do there is kill mushrooms (alone or with a party) and level up so you can kill bigger mushrooms (alone or with a party), then I doubt if I'll be sticking with it for long. At least Puzzle Pirates had variety, but it's a little expensive and I've had entire weekends that disappeared when I played that. I think that the main reason why I didn't resubscribe is because I can't afford the distraction.

FH2O reposted my article about our Krokong-Wind Cave kayaking trip. Another version of this photo was on the cover of PostMag. I'm terribly proud of it.

Another worthy mention is that last week, I had drinks with a bunch of strangers I met on the Internet. It was hella fun and I'm glad I was in a mingling mood that night.

I was at the Royal London Circus last night for the second time since they started performing, and it actually started to feel a little too long for me. Still wanna run away and join the circus though.

I ended up sitting next to this man who is a fine example of how some people turn into utter morons when they have kids. He had two very young girls and he spent most of the time running a commentary so that his kids would keep their eyes on the ring. Meanwhile, he was ruining it for people within earshot with things like:

"LOOK AT THE BIG MONKEY! BIG MONKEY! LOOK! BIG MONKEY! LOOK! LOOK AT THE BIG MONKEY FLY! LOOK! SEE? BIG MONKEY! THERE'S ANOTHER BIG MONKEY! LOOK! LOOK AT THE BIG MONKEY! BIG MONKEY FLY BACK!"

If I haven't already seen the show, I'd have smacked him in the face with my neon green terry cloth Fila handbag. On hindsight, I probably should have anyway, but my dad was around and he'd probably feel obligated to stop me.

The "BIG MONKEYS" were the Flying Ciobanus, the resident trapeze group. I find it very undignified that they are referred to as BIG MONKEYS.

I forgot what he called the real monkeys when they were brought out. Oh wait… he already left by then. THANK GOD.

When another pair were up in the air doing The Cradle act (similar to trapeze but stationary), Moron Man was holding one of his kids and I think she was biting him but I'm not sure. Anyway, Moron Man was going "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA" in a creepy manner.

By the time he left, I was quite sure that the only thing going on there was a passionate love affair between Moron Man and his own voice. The commentary doesn't stop even if the kid is paying full attention to the show or is face down in her mother's lap.

I've driven down to MJC so often the last two weeks that it doesn't feel far anymore. I'll still be popping by the circus quite a bit in the coming weeks.

2 comments

  1. haha.. you should have hit the “big monkey” next to you with your umbrella and said, “It takes one to identify another”..

    Incidentally, I was in Jalan Song buying Chinese DVD, when a kid when to ask the PRC dvd seller, “Boss, how much is this?”

    The father of the kid, snapped back and said, “He is not a boss, these things are cheap..”

    I stood up, “yes, then why are u buying them? How can you as a father teach you son something so dumb?”

    He walked away immediately… but Unker thought he might have beaten me up..

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