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Prealable de l'action foudroyante
"This is what accounts for the strange and characteristic mythology of the zombi. Everything is zombi. Be watchful, be suspicious of everything. Their charming or reassuring forms? A snare! A trap! Beware the crab limping down the street, the rabbit making off in the night, the over-friendly and over-seductive woman: zombi, zombi, I tell you! Recognize that humanity and animality and the whole of nature is conspiring against you.
Don't confuse it with the vulgar ghost that has become a zombi through abuse of language. Equally, don't confuse it with the Haitian zombi, that docile and conscientious robot, that compliant living dead. The Martiniquan phenomenon is brutal in another way. You are afraid. You are suspicious. Of what? Of everything. Of evil affirming itself, like the evil that disguises itself. Beware of being; but at the same time beware of appearance..." --- Rene Menil and Aime cesaire
La di doo
If I had a Destination:Anywhere ticket in my hand RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE, then it'll be bound for Haiti, because this obsession of mine over zombies has reached a concerning and disconcerting boiling point. Martiniquan folklore is a melancholic alcoholic! Three more pages of Carribean culture and poetry, please, and no salt on mine, thanks very much !
Listening to: Duke ellington, imported especially from my unassuming friend's art studio. Gah! Gah! Gah! Gah! Gah!
Parking Lot
When and if I finally trick the Motor Association into giving me my license, the first thing I'm going to do is label the engine wtih useful little notes. This is the starter. Or Maybe check the water valve? And maybe This is a useful car part: DO NOT REMOVE! Because I realised, with mild amusement while shining the flashlight at the mechanical jumble, that a car engine, to me, is like the sentence that runs through my head whenever I watch pathetic filipino adolescent talentless actors (those who sadly possess only 2 facial expressions: the "I-am-cute-enough-for-the-camera" expression and "Who needs talent when I'm wearing my Girbaud shirt" expression) act in local TV sitcoms: that sentence is "I don't understand this shit, at all."
Presenting... Mahmud !!!
Okay. To those who have read my truly dramatic rain-drenched where-art-thou performance art a few archives back concerning my necklace, Well, finally I shall be able to tell you what the key was for.
In supreme 3D robotic perfection glory, here is Mahmud!
Julien made this clever bit using 3DSMAX and yes, it's fantastic indeed!! A little bird chirped into my ear that a REvenge of the Robots is probably next on the agenda. Ouh laaaa.
Mahmoud may look fierce and robotic here but please don't worry, he's a very gentle and loving robot, the kind who sings "Wake me up before you go go" by Wham! during insomnia attacks, and the kind who tucks me in under my blanket when I finally do succumb to his soothing metallic George Michael lullaby. Another reason he looks so fierce is because he's wearing...or rather, not wearing his suit of colours with the fantastic blip-blip-blip lights. So Mahmud did ask me to show people how he really looked like, for the sake of showing off his dandy threads. And dandy they are, too! Here he is with his clothes on, at various angles, for your viewing pleasure :
 Now, isn't he a handsome chap? wakemeupbeforeyougogokala
Oh my sweet Sister Dew what have I done?
Every morning I awaken to sound of birds chirping and a glorious sunrise. I have a steaming cup of cappuccino while reading the morning paper. There are available seats on the train because it's so early. I always go to the Mister Donut branch at the corner of the my building and order a Strawberry-filled donut and iced coffee, which I take up to the office. I check my mails before getting on with my day, with the wonderful view of Makati right outside the window, the sun casting appropriate shadows during the appropriate time of day over the buildings and people below.
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