No one can be that shallow! Can they?

On the way to find a pair of scissors and glue

At my first job, they had a laser printer. Up until that point, the only place I have ever seen a laser printer was at the electrical good stores and at university. Naturally it was quite expensive to print anything from there, so I use to print a heap of stuff at my old work; I even printed stuff that I knew that I didn’t need just to see the laser printer spit out warm pieces of paper.

Of course I just didn’t throw out the pages I didn’t need. Instead, I kept them in a shoe box as scrap paper where I could do complex differential equations, sketch my ideal house and to scribble down notes for this blog.

Over time, that pile of scrap paper just grew. Around this time last year, I decided to put that pile to another use: I grabbed a spare folder and hole punched a folder full of blank single sided paper. I used this folder to place clippings of things that made me happy, inspired me or simply of things that I wanted.

They started off as simple, modest and down to earth items but gradually, they grew quite elaborate and ostentatious. But for some reason, I have been able to cross everything in that pile of scrap papers and its manifestation is now my home.

That pile lasted me less than a year. I now float through life feeling rather empty and disoriented, not knowing of where I want to go or what to buy. But I think I am going to create a new one – I am even considering buying a proper scrap book to keep those ideas and dreams safely stowed away.

As always, where do I begin and how do I start to create my new scrape book. Should it be filed of materiality and inanimate objects of desire or moments of love and tenderness. Should it be filed of places of where I want to go or of things I want to do with that special someone. Should they have an expiry date or a to-be-done-by date. Or should it be bits of everything.

But one thing is for sure. Some of the first items to go in there are: -

Rolex Daytona Cosmograph – to be done by age 28
American Express Centurion – expiration 2012
Bentley Continental GT – as soon as possible

posted by tykang @ 10/29/2006 11:02:00 PM 0 comments

On the way to find some latex protection

Growing up, we have been fed ideas and ideals of what domestic bliss is and should be. Domestic bliss has always been pitched as the unspoken goal and dream where it was deemed tactless and crass to mention it, but when alluded to, everyone knew and understand the unwavering desire to achieve domestic bliss.

I had moment of domestic bliss the other day. Waking up to a scorching morning that destroyed all of my planned outdoor activities, I decided that my day should not be ruined by unseasonal weather. So I showered, did my hair, found some nice clothes to wear and put on my watch to be ready for the day ahead. I then put on the latest Paris Hilton album and played it out loud with all my windows and doors opened. I made myself a wholesome breakfast and afterwards, I put on a pair of gloves and proceeded to Pine-O-Clean the whole apartment. It was domestic bliss.

As I scrubbed down the kitchen benches with Jif, mopped the tiles with Pine-O-Clean, Dysoned the carpets, Spray’n’Wiped the cupboards, Windexed the windows and mirrors and Domestos’d the bathroom, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. The whole notion that domestic bliss is a husband, a wife, two kids living in a bricks and mortar house on a quarter acre block of land with a Hills Hoist, a Labrador and a white Ford Falcon in the garage is unfounded and downright wrong.

It was a struggle to remove the shackles of ancient thinking and notions of domestic bliss. It was a challenge to re-define it for a Generation Y living in the twenty-first century. And it is a relief to understand that I may be living that.

I am immensely enjoying the decadence and bourgie of the single lifestyle and I am loving the fact that I am now living out my domestic bliss.

Failing that, at least my Cartier received a good cleaning.

posted by tykang @ 10/15/2006 10:51:00 PM 0 comments