ludicrously speaking

Yes, curiosity tried to get me but convinced myself a night I can wait.

Through my dreary eyes, I opened each angbao while trying to tag them with the respective bestower. And even it’s blasphemy and what not… I shall lay out the list of my total monetary blessings this year;

Please note that I’ve very few relatives therefore it’s family tradition to “bao” more generously for the children (usually in the sum of $28),

• Elder Uncle——-$80
• Aunt—————–$28
• 1st Cousin——–$28
• 2nd Cousin——-$28
• Mum —————-$28
• Sis ——————$50
• Ex-boss ———–$88

Received my employer’s angbao last Friday but kept it from sight till this very morning. What a shocker. It was substantial enough for me to feel embarrassed by their kind gesture. Such nice people. Eeyer… materialistic whore right? But seriously they are and i need all the money I can get, the extra chik-chings would definitely come in handy for my trip next week. Woohoo… must go do my research liao!

Ey, Vietnam got popular folk song to sing to or not har? Hmmm…

computer archives… and i found this piece of crap i’ve written one day when i had nothing better to do rotting in my office during my time in the force;

The stapler is ignoring the hole puncher. They haven’t been talking much these days. There was a lot of paper work to be sent out recently, I’ve been raising the stapler’s profile. In turn, It has become arrogant with its newfound fame. Poor old hole puncher. Looking pretty dismay in its current plight. It has been through a lot, I can tell - dust settling in inconspicuous areas, the vibrant red suit ravaged by the ruthless hours. I wonder when their friendship grew cold and if they would ever speak again. But I guess life’s like that; people move on, environment change… its all part and parcel of life.

What the fuck was i trying to say? It is so lame. I’m gonna go puke now.

As I sat in the cab gazing at the blurred images speeding by, the words of affirmation only came then in the form of a text message; stirring encouragement with recognition that finally put me at ease.

the dinner party

Coming home to a gathering of friends was a sure way to take your mind off things. The junks poured in as we feast to our heart’s content along with the casual banters and satisfying bitchings. It was a simple fare amongst friends sitting around to share. No fuss no muss.


“Ron… if you are reading this, thanks for your sausages. It was quite delightful indeed! Unfortunately you came late and we had already gorged ourselves with plenty of meat thus leaving you with quite a loadful. Still…I appreciate your effort and sincerely thank you for the trouble you’ve gone through.”

erase and rewind

I’m gonna sleep late tonight. A couple of things to unwind and put back into place.

Reset.

All clear.

J - How to get to your place from Tanjong Pagar mrt station ah? I’m bringing muffins and ron sausages …muffins a bit like breakfast food….but can lah hor? But just scared no one eats them.

Me - I’m more concern about the sausages. How’s ron coping with the lost?

I’m impressed by the intensity of new breed actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers, he kept his role so intriguing I found myself drawn to his slightest gesture or movement. Ah…see, what have I done…I feel I’m starting to spoil the fun.

Ok. No more. Go watch Matchpoint. My pick of the month. Full stars.


http://www.matchpoint.dreamworks.com/main.html

Talk about a hidden message. keke…;p

Monday - I’ve just got home to catch the Victoria’s Secret runway show. Wouldn’t miss it for the world! Man it was good!

Tuesday - Special passes to catch the first two episodes of Desperate Housewives on the big screen before any one else does! Yippee! PC 2 you rock!

Wednesday - My consultant called for my bi monthly regime. Facial Dued. It’s time to freshen up for the new year!

Thursday - Watching “Jarhead” with sub editor of Maxim. She’s reviewing the show and i’m…well, just the tag along.

Friday - Pre-New Year treat from ex-head in the force. Woohoo! Food galore! Yum yum yum…

All these leading straight into the festive new year, but not before i bid farewell to my company. Yes… finally people can stop asking me. This is the end of my journey. A new path awaits.

2006 is just beginning…

Recently, I’ve come to realise that it may not the best solution.

About 4 months back, I had a bad dry cough, one that refuses to go away. A new doctor gave me cough medicine without antibiotics. This was rather unusual as I’d expected the cough to lead to the development of phlegm (it always did), but the doctor reassured me that he saw no signs of inflammation in my throat and that I was better off without the extra medication.

Sure enough, after 2 days the thick yellowish phlegm came and I felt rather pissed off that I had to pay him another visit, so instead I chose to ignore my condition. Strangely…within another 2 days, my phlegm and cough vanished. I was fully recovered. No rhyme or reason. The doctor must be right then, perhaps we should trust our body to fight the virus than depend on foreign cure all the time.

Since then there have been instances that I’ve felt too “heaty” thinking an inevitable sickness was looming, but my body waged a fierce battle and averted yet another condition.

I account that to a general stronger immune system.

For the past few days I’ve been down with a cough but not too bothered by it. Just sitting around waiting to see how long this battle will last.

All of a sudden, he wakes up with an elderly man dressed in a coat standing in front of his bed.

Harry clucked twice, and pushed more than he was good for, and then ‘Plop’ and an egg was on the ground.

“Harry, for Gods sake wake up, you’re shitting all over the bed!”


I guess the year of the chicken was indeed crap then.
Happy “Dog” Year.

Nope. I haven’t watched Memoirs of a Geisha. This feeling of abhor began as early as her crouching tiger hidden dragon days and it’s not that she acted poorly or said something mean. I do not have a personal vendetta against her but yet deep down harbour an innate negative feeling that escalates whenever I see her on screen. It’s almost like acne, it doesn’t bother me that much when I don’t look at the mirror, but when I do.. I just wanna rid it! Squeeze it to death!

Last night I was watching the televised Golden Globe awards show, Miss ZYZ had her fair share of camera attention; she looked poised and confident dressed in a lime green designer gown, shedding all traces of her humble beginnings as a poor china girl. Despite that, I still felt an irrepressible sentiment of embarrassment for her, like I knew she was gonna do something ungraceful (like how she always try to “speek inkgris” at award ceremonies only to end up making a fool out of herself).

And then it happened.

She flashed her toothy grin and did a victory sign, waving it like a pre-pubescent Japanese girl who’s about to have her snapshot taken.

*eyes rolling furiously*

Si bei sia suay. Somebody please shoot her.