Plate O' Shrimp (Redux)

Miller: A lot o' people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch o' unconnected incidents 'n things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice o' coincidence that lays on top o' everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a plate o' shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o' shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconciousness.
Otto: You eat a lot of acid, Miller, back in the hippie days?

Repo Man (1984)


E@L is giving directions to the taxidriver who as usual has no idea where E@L's street is despite it being like only 1km from the city centre...

He's thinking of the name of the road to turn into off Newton Rd. Evelyn Rd. Good name for a scary movie character, he day-dreams. Evil-Lynne - there evil in Evelyn! Evilyn is PO--- SSSEEEEESSED, YAAAARRRGGGHH!! run away!! ... that sort of stuff.

Sort of mind-wandering free-association that regular readers of the blog should be able to cope with by now.

Then he's thinking of *his* name, Phillip. Phil - love, Hippo - horses. Horse lover, even though E@L doesn't follow the gee-gees at all.

Hippopotamus - river horse. Built like a...

And only recently did it dawn on E@L that the Roman Hippodrome was a race track, for horse and chariot races, duh, how thick?

As we drive up past Novena Square, the taxidriver nods over to the shopping centre and says, "Funny how this shopping centre is more busy one. This two over here [Goldhill Plaza and Goldhill Centre] so quiet, eh? Never business. Except for Saturday, Sunday. Popular. Have horse racing. Do you ever go to Singapore horse racing? You know there is Singapore horse racing?"

E@L is too dumbfounded to answer...

Plate o' Shrimp - #246. Spooky, Mystic, Weird.



Posted by: expat@large on Feb 14, 06 | 1:26 pm | Profile


imagine E@L if, you as a man of science, could unlock and harness the staggering power of their minds! You could provide enough energy for an entire city! Or even a shopping centre which was only busy at the weekends.

Posted by: trousersnake on Feb 14, 06 | 3:12 pm

E@L I have to thank you sincerely.

Last month one of my employees began masturbating in the office. It was alarming and distracting for all of us, he just couldn't help himself. His real name is Alan Jenkins nric: F7827364i for now lets just call him Alan.

I tried to deal with the issue by taking him to one side to discuss it with him man to man but this only made Alan (31, Jalan Mera Saga, Holland village) even more aroused. Things came to a head when he started jerking off during meetings with clients. some of our clients are Japanese seaweed farmers from rural provinces and believing that Alan's behaviour was merely a form of corporate formality, started jerking off too. They were extremely angry when they discovered it wasn't. (I believe some of them were later arrested for masturbating in Cold Storage at the check out)

In a state of total despair I recommended that Alan try Expat at Large. I don't know how you do it! After Expat at Large Alan is a now a reformed character the wanking has stopped and we no longer find scrunched up soggy tissue around the office. And as if that wasn't good enough Alan's wife (Patricia Jenkins, 5ft3, blue eyes blond hair, 34b) received a set of free steak knives!

E@L you're a genius!

Posted by: trousersnake on Feb 14, 06 | 9:57 pm

TS - as a concerned medical type person, I humbly suggest you double the dose of whatever medication(s) you are taking...

Posted by: expat@large on Feb 14, 06 | 10:43 pm

p.s. the non-wanking effect is not working for me...

Posted by: expat@large on Feb 14, 06 | 10:45 pm to take my medication!

Posted by: trousersnake on Feb 14, 06 | 11:38 pm


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