the mudpond

It's good to let things breathe in your imagination because often your initial response to it is not the best thought-through response. I savour little glimpses of life. Mine and those of people who turn me sideways and around. Friend or stranger. Even a child. (the world looks different from down there) Sometimes an author, photographer, artist. I let things saturate and incubate here. Hopefully, deeper meanings can percolate up and flower.

Location: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

A stray cat.


From The Dead Mailbox

I CLEAN OUT my dead mailbox (the addy I use when I request articles to be mailed to myself) every week. From among the 50 junk/spam mails, I thought you might find these two items amusing:

ONE: This one reminds me of Huai Bin’s (apparently) second
calling/vocation. For those who envied him and are contemplating the merits and benefits, hey, let the girls get you up to speed on the business aspects. Here, see how it’s done complete with love letters, photos, phone messages, etc. "The girls are real. The relationship is not. When your time is up you can break up with her for whatever reason you decide, and she'll write you a final letter begging you to take her back." And, oh they're hiring too. Oops, girls only. So, those with a similar calling to be imaginary girlfriends...

TWO: When “vibrate isn’t enough and ring tones fall flat, try sexy moans with mobile phones. Can you imagine some situations in which that would be extremely disturbing? "Oh, oh, OH OH MMMM OH YEAHHH--" "Oh, hi Mom."


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