ludicrously speaking

Claris is a very gifted actress, or at least that’s what she’ll try to have you believe. Capable of turning any small mundane events into an emotional outpour with her rich imagination, hardly a day goes by when she doesn’t wind up tearing up like a Taiwanese soap starlet.
 
Just the other day, while waiting for my mum to bring her milk, she started sobbing uncontrollably and kept calling out for my mum’s return. It was like as though the world had abandoned her to fend for herself in a wretched jungle filled with menacing creatures and deadly traps… namely me and the TV. And when my mum got really annoyed that my niece was kicking up an inane fuss, she wept even more sorrowful. She went on to blubber, “ Ah Ma…..Puulleeasssss……  don’t cry….. I m good girl…….” (at this point I was rolling my eyes) “ Ah Ma…. You like me or not?”… (she is damn cheesy). Finally, my mum brought this whole scene to the climax by telling her off  for being such a nuisance and she wailed into the skies and shook the entire neighbourhood with her deafening grief…
 
Maggie Cheung, watch out.

Mum’s looking better. After the extraction, she is mobile again. Makes a simple thing like seeing your mum walk come with such an uplifting effect.

I’ve been trying to work myself out of my rut, and things are slowly but definitely easing out for me. I think a part of me died during the span of the recent unfortunate incident, i’ve not been myself at work for the past week but its for the better. I’ve moved on since the third day like an awakening of sorts. Realised more clearly what is required of me at work, and have been more focused and attended to my job-scope in general. In the spirit of the whole notion about one’s coming of age, i guess i’m now shedding some of my juvenile traits like irresponsibility and ego that are toughening me up for bigger things to come.

I’m ready. *spills milk and wipes it with a smile*

Mum’s right knee’s swollen. Doc’s prognosis is the wear and tear of her cartilage, a joint degradation that comes with age that is storing fluids causing her all the pain. I’m very concerned. Seeing a rheumatologist tomorrow to drain the fluids for her to begin healing. 

I’m beginning to take on the responsibility of a son. Finally the wind changes it drift…its my turn to worry.

Something to have every now and then, one thing that everyone wants to have and the only thing that you cannot live your life without.

I had the worst day, and this time round I’m cannot write about it in a tongue in cheek kinda way. Today was really bad. I fucked up…big time.
 
I don’t even know where to start, so ashamed to even talk about it. But I need to diary it down so I won’t ever get myself into this shit again. I’m human waste…I’m crap…I’m the nasty piece of filth that nobody should even sympathize.
 
My company’s in trouble, and I don’t know if it was really my fault, but I’m the next best reason for an artwork oversight. There were some information missing from a catalogue we did, the clients are pointing our way and I feel maligned by the whole ordeal. I don’t understand why it is our fault when they’ve checked the finalized draft and gave us the go ahead to print?
 
How am i to know if there should be 18 stores listed instead of 6…
 
The blasted excel sheet they provided us with was scrolled down to the last 6 stores, and in my moment of folly, I didn’t realized there were more informations hidden ontop… 400 000 copies had been printed and now my company have to fork out money to do a reprint. How am I to redeem myself this time? I really don’t know… I’m engulfed with guilt. I don’t want my w800i anymore… it will haunt me forever with my incompetence.
 
All these months of hard work leading to this unforgivable mistake, and believe me, the last thing i wanna do now is to shun responsibility but yet I can’t even feel entirely responsible… i don’t know what’s wrong with me… I’ve never felt suckier.

fuck.
 

I sauntered into an underwear shop in Chinatown point, it stood out like a sore thumb within a company of herbal medical halls and cheap shoe shops… very surreal. I found myself instantly greeted by the very amiable shop assistant and he literally gave me a tour of the shop bringing me from one corner to the next, showing me what they had to offer.

To be fair, there were apparels other than undergarments, so it’s more of a clothes boutique. And I did find decent garbs to buy and was pretty comfortable trying out some of their stuff, but what I didn’t ask for, was the very keen fashion advise from Mr. “I’m so gay and fashionable, you have to emulate me”. I like clothes that kinda hang on my body rather than hug, but the shop assistant insisted I looked OK in a “small” when I’m really a “medium”. Even when he introduced me to their Japanese range of swimming trunks, he picked one for me that was barely enough to fit even my 3-year-old niece… I darted him a dirty look and told him there is no way in hell I could fit into it.

Nevertheless to his credit, he was downright convincing and every bit the excellent salesman he had projected to be. His futile attempt only showed as I left the shop happily at the end of the day with every single purchase…one size bigger.

My life is brilliant
My love is pure
I saw an angel
Of that I’m sure
She smiled at me on the subway
She was with another man
But I won’t lose no sleep on that,
‘Cause I’ve got a plan

You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful,
Your beautiful, It’s true
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don’t know what to do,
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
But I can’t escape the truth
I will never be with you

Yes, she caught my eye,
As I walked on by,
She could see from my face that I was,
fucking high,
And I don’t think that I’ll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end

You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful,
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don’t know what to do,
You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful,
But I can’t escape the truth
I will never be with you

(La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la, Laaah)

You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful, it’s true
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you

But it’s time to face the truth,
I will never be with you...

yes…in case you havent figure it out, this is james blunt - you’re beautiful.

I’m not going to Australia anymore. Alas, weeks of anticipation have come to naught. I was seriously considering going on unpaid leave just to be able to make the trip, but too many reasons to stay as opposed to roughing out down under. We are expanding our office space, and loads of project marked the dates I would be away. Bad timing in general.
 
I cannot help but feel a tad disappointed even though no one’s to blame, more so because I had to let my friends down for not being part of the adventure.
 
Here’s goodbye to two weeks of unbridled fun and laughter… *sobs*

I’m sociable. I’m can also be a terrible person to know.

Last Friday saw me slipping into a classic asshole mode, or jerk if you will, when I presented myself in an uncalled, terrible fashion. One of the biggest boo boos in my socialite-wannabe lifestyle.

I was at this new swanky club in town. The place was sleek and gorgeous people brimmed over. I chanced upon one of my best buddy’s gal pal and she was pleasantly surprise to see me, shredding every inch of aloofness I had previously perceived. It took me a while to warm up to her as we engaged in a hearty banter. I will soon find out it’s not how mammalian i am that I should be worried about, it’s how fuckingly inhumane I can be.

Her colleague pops by and was introduced. He ask how we came to know one another, and without much deliberation i used the first word that came into mind. As soon as the word “acquaintance” left my mouth, I hear her say, “We are friends”. Much to the colleague’s amusement, he said, ” Woah, someone’s not good enough to be a friend?”

Almost immediately, I considered jumping off the two-storey balcony we were standing on, but hesitated as that wouldn’t have killed me and in fact, add more injury to my battered dignity. I must have fumbled so badly afterwards trying to rectify the situation by explaining myself that I completely lost memory of the night thereafter.

Fortunately, there was no harm done. She must have forgiven my lack of tact and invited me to join her when Goldie comes to town. *phew* all is not lost! meanwhile let me work on my p.r. skills…

I’d like to think that “Dim Sum Dollies” is simply the best thing that ever happened to local theatre. Although I’m not quite the theatre patron, I’ve watched enough performances to be objectively critical of our local productions. Most of them are sadly trying, mimicking western influences ( some may argue that’s because they were the originators), others are just simply bizzare (catch no ball).

Three years ago, I’ve come to identify with one that is close to heart and deviously sharp on humour. What was just a humble play running at the Jubilee Hall, had became an overnight sensation and caused an effect of tsunami proportions that led to its sophomore the next year, returning in sold out shows at the Esplanade.

Three years on, into its third instalment, this show has yet to cease delighting me with their foolproof wit and madcap comedy. So indulging, so intoxicating, so very original.

My stamp of approval and recommendation. I’m a fan and their unofficial evangelist.

~He cha, chi dian xin…dian xin dian xin~