Bohemia Bunny

The Funnerology Principle

A Foray into The Graveyard Book

As promised, here is a short review of Neil Gaiman’s latest book for children/young adults, with the title “The Graveyard Book“. By the author’s own admission, the book is largely inspired by Rudyard Kipling’s “The Jungle Book“. The main theme is also the same – a child raised not by humans, but by denizens of another world.

By now, you should have figured out that the child in question, called Bod, is raised by ghosts in a graveyard. How he got there is something I’ll leave to the book to explain. I’m just here to deliver a verdict, folks!

Since I started on more adult Gaiman fare like the Sandman series, and subsequently moving on to “American Gods“, this latest offering feels less epic and less breathtaking than his other stuff. But then this IS aimed at a younger set, and still makes no compromises with the mythological cameos that Mr Gaiman is so fond of. I finished this book in about 4-5 hours, and I frequently interrupted it with my own Wikipedia-ing of the mythological tropes that appear along the course of the book.

And in keeping with most Gaiman stories, the how and why of the entire story is left till the very end, although there are bits and pieces here and there that you can tease out for yourself. This is a good ego-booster, cos it leaves you feeling smart. Kekekeke.

Overall, I enjoyed it, but not as much as I did American Gods or The Sandman. But like I said, this is aimed at a different audience. It delivers on what it promises, and that’s a gripping, entertaining book by the master word-weaver, Neil Gaiman.

Birthday Girl Saves Economy

Or at least, that’s what it feels like. This year, my birthday nicely coincided with my day off, so I could finally do all the shopping I’ve been saving up for.

First off, I had a nice birthday lunch at Hog’s Breath. I’m still full from it, and it was more than 5 hours ago!

Then I went to Page One to get Neil Gaiman’s latest book, The Graveyard Book.

It’s still in its shrink-wrap, expect a short review soon.

Following that, I headed to F.O.S. where I hit the jackpot – they had Hollister polo shirts in stock, and in my size! Hooray, now I don’t have to pay exorbitant shipping fees! Not all the colours looked good on me though, and they didn’t have Pink in S size, otherwise I could have contributed more to the fight against recession.

For some odd reason (as my Filipino junior was fond of saying) the CD shop opposite Starbucks at the first level of Vivocity had closed down, leaving a Singtel store to take over. Noooooo! How will I buy my James Morrison CD now? I need my white-boy soul to keep me sane on the commute to work!

And to top it all off, I have a few thousand calories’ worth of sugary goods from Candy Empire, which I shall distribute to my kiddies tomorrow. They’ll need it, as they have to sit through an intensive Physics session.

All in all, it was a good birthday, chock-full of decadent overeating and consumeristic purchasing.

Poetry inspired by Max Payne: The Movie

Wings of shadow, wings of gold

Wings of fire, wings unfold.

Hey I never claimed it was any good. My poetry, that is. The movie’s okay. I like gunfights where I can feel every shot, stylized bleeding so I don’t ick out, and angels. Everyone likes angels, right? Oh, and drugs. It’s a noir movie about police-land and its relationship to the crime underworld, so guns and drugs are pretty much de rigeur.

I’ve not been so fortunate to catch a movie on opening day in a very, very long time. Since Harry Potter: Order of the Phoenix, I believe. Wheee!

Tim builds a nest!

This week, I gave my lone male mouse Tim some paper towel shreds to use as nesting material. He took to it immediately, I guess it’s much softer than his paper pulp litter. He sleeps almost exclusively on the paper towels now.

Some pictures of Timmy in the process of building his nest:

Paper towel origami – let me show you it.


Let’s see YOU fold a strip of paper twice as long as you are!


Stuffing it inside the paper towel tube


Life inside his tubular fort


“Suck mah …”


“Blink blink…”


“Go away I’m trying to sleep!”

Tim is 9 months old now. He’s on an organic food mix that I buy from Bukit Timah Plaza, along with some popcorn treats and occasional cooked food. He had a mite infestation recently, but anti-parasite spray soon cleared that up. He’s fun to watch in the mornings when I’m getting ready for work, because he knows I’ll feed him right before I leave so he comes to the open cage for a sniff.

All I want to say is, I have a darn cute mouse!

Cooking Adventures, Ep. 6

More home-cooked food pictures! Mostly of potatoes, my favourite ground-fruit.

A potato-and-bacon fry-up. The potatoes were cooked in the bacon drippings. Mmm mm! *licks lips*


This is how I eat my fries. No, I didn’t cook these, but I thought I was funny anyway. Do you know how annoying it is to get salt crystals underneath your nails?


Salt crystals like THOSE.


There was a roast chicken left over from our barbecue a few weeks back, and even after 20 minutes on “High” in the microwave, it wasn’t cooked through. So we sliced off the cooked meat and made stock out of the remaining carcass. I’m so clever!


Homemade mash potatoes in garlic butter. Yum.

All photos taken on my Nokia N78.