Vierge Diable

Dear PTWs and MBs,

I am selling my soul to the devil, just as Owen Hargreaves might soon be finding its way to Manchester United. I've made my move but Owen's fate will only be known come end of the transfer window. And this is the distinct difference between being contracted and not being contracted. Don't be contracted.

I have committed the ultimate crime of adultry by abandonning the mafbrothers and the ptws' blogs. I have decided to seek greater personal space to garblish posts in french, which would not be quite to the taste of readers at TMB and PTW.

Bullshit. The main reason why I'm getting a personal blog is because I yearn to kena-tommorrowed one day and chances are, having a personal blog would up up my chances. Soit, I'm seeking fame or perhaps more likely, notoriety which would be followed by self-destruction.

So for now and for time to come, I consider myself pretty much souless (because fac-up, I'm having a personal blog!) and welcome anybody to come within knife point of me (oh yes, it's only costs abt 1000sing for a one month return ticket to france) and yes, kill me. Launching the event of the hour, 'Killchye'.
















Art triggers responses. This picture, which is my desktop background, triggered an extended conversation between my Swedish friends and I in French few wks ago. And for this, it is an art. Thanks tat.