I live with a couple of pussies.

They're always together, all the time. Day in and day out, it's the same thing over and over again. Where one goes, the other follows. What one does, the other copies. It's like one just can't cope without the other. Not that they do much anyway, everyday they do the same stuff, which is hardly anything.

It impressed me so much that I took a few photos of them doing what they do best, and they were so concentrated on doing what they do so often that they hardly even paid attention to me as I took the pictures.

Which is why I present to you, in all their shame...

...Salt and Pepper.

What, you didn't think I was referring to anyone else, did you?

We'll make you feel right at home.

Because nothing is more convenient than our bathroom.



Especially when you have little plastic figurines paying to look at you the whole time you're in there.

You'll have the occasional Jo joining them every now and then.

That's how it would look from their view. Don't worry, I was just posing. For the record, I have my own "weird guy with the crazy stare and big forehead" (as described by Luke, referring to Mark Hoppus) looking back at them.


I'd like to draw the conclusion of this entry with a picture of an Indian man with titties. In a canoe.

For the lulz.

The internet is full of a lot of shit. Practically anything. Here's some internet-famous pictures that really cracked me up.

Hardy har har. Bloody hell, I should be sleeping. Driving exam tomorrow.

A sneak peek.

It's been a week since the birth of my new baby sister. They say that the baby's body rapidly changes over the first few days, like the head becoming less bulbish and the bone structure getting stronger. So you know, I sort of expected to see a bigger, badder, Tehminahtor type baby when I returned to Gozo this weekend. Okay, not really. She's still the tiniest human being I've ever seen, and this time I didn't forget to bring my camera from Malta.

It's getting worse.

Gears of War 2 is still prevailing in our flat. The amount of cursing has increased significantly, as well as the physical abuse. Jo rammed me into the wall last time, smashed my shoulder pretty hard. And they've become so absorbed in the game. Observe:

That's pretty close to the telly...

Right after Jo threatened me to stop taking pictures. I think he was more interested in someone blowing up though.

Just look at that concentration!

Jo, the chainsaw will be ringing in your ears throughout the night...

Caught red handed.

I was doing some homework in my room when Jo passed by. We were having a casual conversation when I noticed him looking at a poster I have on my wall. He seemed particulary interested in it, so interested that I had to take a picture of him staring in awe...

...at Simon Neil (of Biffy Clyro)'s crotch. Here's a close up.

Okay, to be fair, the truth is that he was reading what his tattoo said. But everyone is free to interpret.

University Student Recipe No. 1: Minced Chicken/Beef with Red Beans

N.B. Please read thoroughly before doing anything. I'm not responsible for your kitchen blowing up.

Ingredients:

• 1 medium sized onion, chopped
• 2 red of green bell peppers, chopped
• 2 garlic, crushed
• 1/2 teaspoon chili powder
• 1 teaspoon paprika
• 1 teaspoon ground coriander
• 1 teaspoon ground cumin
• 800 grams minced chicken or beef
• 2 cans red kidney beans, rinsed and drained
• 1 can crushed or chopped tomatoes
• 2 tablespoons tomato paste

Instructions:

1. Put some water in a pan.
2. Add onions, then garlic, then bell peppers and cook for about 3 minutes.
3. Add chili powder, paprika, coriander and cumin and stir well.
4. Add chicken or beef and stir and cook until brown.
5. Add beans, crushed tomatoes and tomato paste and cook for about 15 minutes.

Serve with rice, pasta or noodles.

Rise n' shine.

I was supposed to wake up almost 2 hours ago. I just showered after waking up at 10.15. I'm quite aware of what I like to call my heavy sleeping disorder. Joseph has it too, he's still asleep as I type. We were going to go to the grocery store this morning. I need Corn Flakes. And I really need to buy a six-pack of Budwieser.

I watched The Shining last night. I guess it's true that the novel is always way better than the book. The movie wasn't half as scary as the book makes it. And it ended way differently. Hell, the movie sucks. No living topiary animals? And wasn't the hotel supposed to blow up?

Before finishing up the movie Joseph and I spent some time printing old funny pictures in black and white and putting them up on our room doors. They're kind of like flashbacks of yourself to remember before walking into your room, like walking out of the past and into your future. That's how I like to think of it. Even if my past consists of edited pictures of me as Che Guevara, a chef, and one of the Beatles.

Tomorrow I shall post up a recipe which Jo and I used yesterday. Chicken or beef with red beans. My mom gave it to us, it's pretty simple but really good. If you're a university student you might like to try it out instead of having noodles or pizza again.

Got my 4th 6-string.

I went to Malta today to check out some amplifiers at various music shops. I learned a few things. Epiphone makes amplifiers. Good ones. Marshall amps pretty much suck with Fender guitars. Mediocre clean tone and very muddy distortion. Bleh. I'm still searching for a decent guitar amp.

Bose music shop. Very close to Knight Music. Packed with badass Ibanez guitars and Marshall and Vox amplifiers. Great shop, you might think. One problem. The owner practically left everything there to gather up dust and rust without ever seeing any care whatsoever. It's such a pitiful sight, all those beautiful guitars with a thick layer of dust and extremely rusted strings. Hmm, I want an Ibanez 7-string. Not from there though.

I bought a new electric acoustic from Knight Music. It's a Tanglewood, and it's pretty damn comfortable. I couldn't find any Fenders with a cutaway so Tanglewood was the only way to go. It's got a built-in tuner and beautiful inlays on the fretboard. It's my fourth guitar so far, and the one I'll be using at the flat in Malta.

Still need a decent guitar amp though.

Don't touch the hair.

These past 3 months I've been sporting the "Jesus" hairstyle, after returning from Austria. Last week I went back to the old fringe-in-face style for a couple of days to see how I'd look again, since it's been a while and I hadn't cut my hair in ages. So I was left to compare this...

with this...

I think I'll stick to imitating the second coming of Christ, fringe is way too long and I don't feel like cutting it.

Today is going to completely be about hair. Not my hair now though, the opposite sex's. Women don't like to reveal their age, so they say, but for the vast majority of Gozitans, you're over 40 if you have that typical short middle-aged woman haircut. I guess when you're married and no longer in your 20s and 30s you don't bother to look attractive anymore. So you go with hair as short as your husband's and dye it weekly or something. My mom has it but she doesn't dye it, my grandma has it, aunts have it, family friends have it. Jeez.

Then there's the teenage girls with the Rihanna hairstyle. Okay it's not a bad hairstyle, but should every girl have it? Long hair is pretty sexy too you know. And for the record, watch Rihanna at this year's MTV VMAs. Ha. Now run off to the hairdresser's.

Baby you're gonna be a star.

About a week ago I noticed a chameleon in our front yard. Those things are really damn hard to notice when they’re in the wild, so the first thing I did was take a picture of it. I admired its innocence, just walking up a tree branch minding its own business. As cool as it was, I didn’t want to remove it from there or anything, so I just left it in peace.

Then my dad saw me with the camera and I told him about the chameleon. Within seconds the whole family was crowding around it, shouting and wanting to catch it. Needless to say I got pissed off and told everyone to go away and leave it alone. They did, and now it’s gone off to somewhere else. Maybe on another tree, or even to another house. I don’t know.

I am extremely satisfied knowing that it’s out there somewhere in freedom and not locked up in some aquarium.

Sometimes I wish we could do the same to other human beings and just let them live their quiet innocent lives. I hope I never become famous. I don’t want to be locked up in an aquarium called “celebrity status”. No one should.