Category Archives: goldfish memories

Never understood the idea behind having a big celebration for your birthday. The attention is quite unbearable. I decided to mark passing the quarter century point with a chicken pie. I treated myself by paying that extra 25c for the tomato sauce, because quite frankly, I think I earned it getting this far.

This now sits on my work bench. It serves as a constant reminder of how much of a loser I am, but that it is ok because Captain Crunch will always be there for me.

To this day, I still have a mildly strong belief that women don’t defecate. If they did, it smelt of a mixture of cinnamon, roses and the bittersweet tears of Christina Hendricks.

I now have my own trading card series. Collect all 6!

Lunch for one until Igor joined me. Day 3 of my ordeal. There really isn’t much point to anything in the grand scheme of things.One thing I never understood was why people never like having lunch on their own. Especially in crowded places. It seems to be quite a common problem.

Went to Ikea. Came to the realisation I’d be more “spiritually free” without so much materialism bogging down and defining my life, like having furniture. But damn that poang chair was comfy. Cat.

Happy Chinese New Year! Nothing special, just another normal catch up with the family. Except my dad’s eyebrow hair. It was very long and apparently it’s good luck.