Life In Mono

As we met up with otousan, Germ and Lemon for Transformers the other night, first comment we'd gotten was, "Green again?"

Quick check: solid green Giordano polo, olive green three-quarters, green Off-Road Crocs.

Yes, we're slightly obsessed about green. This has been acknowledge by those who've know us (btw 'Nic love the new green look on the site!).

How did it come about? We blame credits Westwood's Dune 2 for it:

Fell in love with House Ordos when we played it - the colours, Ammon was cool compared to good boy Cyril and hunchbacked Ragnor (even Ammon's background music remains one of our favourites, but only the SoundBlaster Pro version - not the PC Internal Speaker!), the 'announcer' was this weird emotionally dead voice (love his take on 'Construction Complete'), and Ordos' philosophy. So what if they were some made-up House Major just for the game?

So anyways, they were the start of all things green for us. Up till this day. Unfortunately, not all things do well in green. Cars, for one. Pants? We're no longer in secondary government school. Hair dye? Only Japanese anime/manga characters make it look good so far.

Green as in nature? 'Nic has been trekking more than us but we're also a forestwalking creature ourselves - it's just that we don't want to spend more than 2 hours trekking when such time (especially on a holiday!) can be put to other use. Ivan exaggerates when he calls people 'Naruto/Sasuke wannabe - running in jungle like ninja'.

But it does lead to a point in our dressing. Some of our casual wear tend to be of a singular colour in different shades (not just green!). We've no pictures of this yet, but the colours are primarily black, grey-to-offwhite, green, and blue.

Got lar sometimes we mix and match...but yikes. It puts us in mind of them Power Rangers - you'd know who'll morph into what colour based on the clothes they wear.

And to think we used to bitch about them not being able to dress differently. What a shame we don't own any transformable giant machines - if we did then the stress of having to wallow through Malaysian traffic jams and arsehole drivers will be mercilessly crushed beneath our machine.