left to our own devices

In memory of Kaliki

last night, a pack of stray dogs attacked and mauled Kaliki, one of our favourite neighbourhood strays. the man and woman rushed down but it was too late, her neck was already broken.

this morning, the woman informed the feeder and found out that not one but two cats were attacked. the other one did not make it either. it was a blow to the malay family who has been looking after the cats and had gotten them sterilised earlier in the year.

goodbye Kaliki. we will miss your small squinty face and dishevelled orange black hair. a rocker chick at heart who always greeted the man and woman when they come home from atop the malay family's motorbike.


when the man and woman and a neighbour were attending to Kaliki last night, the police came round in response to a complaint about the noise. they said they had called ahead for the dogs to be rounded up and put down. at the end of the day, they just wanted to be fed and Kaliki just wanted a safe place to sprawl and watch the world go by.

one white paw, one brown paw

stories of love

we curled round the sofa for the usual tuesday 10pm crime night but got stories of love instead. quite unexpectedly, it blew us all away. poignant, gritty, local and beautiful.

its a breath of fresh air after all that S2006 has come to stand for. overnight potted blooms, gift-wrapped trees, sparkling lobbies and a campaign to smile. even as a lower form of being on this, our, soil, i am starting to think we need all this effort because if cold hard efficiency is all we got, that's all we got.

stories of love warms my fuzzy belly. amidst this machinery of precision, great personal drama can thrive.

sorry delegates, you won't quite get to know who we really are. but razzle dazzle you we will certainly do, so don't leave that credit card at home.

no razzle dazzle, all drama