Cabal, Chuck and Camille; also, a panda on [my] lap

i'd known this all along, ever since the first pictures of the i-believe-then-yet-unnamed Cabal started hitting the internets (formerly known as the interweb on this blog).

i even wrote in about it, all the way back then. no one ever listens.

ah well. can't stay miffed for long. apart from being a perfectly amazing world-famous writer, Neil provides one of the best reasons to aspire to be a perfectly amazing world-famous writer:

http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/uploaded_images/IMG_0181-751862.jpg
http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/labels/chengdu%20panda%20centre.html

a few days ago, i met a black and white kitten--imagine Sylvester or his son, or that relative pussy, Figaro, or Snoopy's antithesis--while waiting at Kallang station for my friend Ana. he seemed to like the carefully worn ragged ends of my jeans, and it was then i noticed he was the same color as my beloved leather Chucks. so i named him Chuck. i could have named him Taylor, but there you go.

then a local couple who'd been watching us from the steps approached. i stepped back and they lured Chuck away from me. i didn't mind. not really. i didn't want us to become co-dependent, anyway; there was just no way it would have been a good idea for me to have taken him home.

after the couple lost interest, Chuck wandered into the station, stumbling about recklessly until Kindly Maintenance Guy led him back out, away from all those Careless Big Shod Feet rushing blindly about. then another local couple started playing with him.

thank me for introducing you to kittens, Spore City. Mercer would have been proud.

i think i must have mentioned before that i'd become enamoured with Camille, whose Le Festin i first heard while watching the movie Ratatouille. before the movie, i caught a bit of an interview with her on a television set set inside a Ratatouille poster, playing what would undoubtedly become a DVD extra by way of entertaining movie-goers before they were allowed to find their seats in the theater, and became curious. after the movie, i immediately went ought and bought the soundtrack.

thanks to Kala, who might occasionally be found having a perfect day for bananafish, i now have a copy of her CD, Le Fil. and yes, i am now most definitely in love with Camille.

i am proud to say i can now whistle the instrumental bit of Le Festin, even though i can neither sing the song, nor even properly say the words out loud.