au revoir
its never easy saying goodbye.
a close friend is leaving tonight - thanks for the memories, conversations and other good times...till 07. toh tuck 07. badminton 15-15. ull be missed.
a close relative is slipping into dementia. how long more do they have? how long must a brilliant and kind hearted person have to suffer. each day is slide downhill. what is the point of waking every morning if one has nothing to live for - failing senses, no companionship, no purpose, no joy. i admire the way you bore your loss and your sufferings with dignity and forebearance. i deeply respect you for how you taught us to live through how you live.
religion? with which to hide behind when confronted with our inabilities and mortality?
what comfort has that brought?
and to x - i give up. the rollercoaster ride ends now. this cost is too dear to bear.
smirk
From the prodigiously large pile in the mail room, I see Ive received just a little under one complaint. I understand that the blog entries so far have left many of my readers gasping for air, stretching their imaginations till breaking point and then having to check into the nearest mental asylum. well hello to my masochistic friends and potential mensa rejects. I dont know wat youve done in your previous lives to deserve this terrible fate, but I do empathize. So from this point on the entries will be exactly the same as they were in content, style and direction =)
Wat this means is that in reading this particular entry, ive just wasted between 5 to 20 seconds of your precious little lives, depending on how far your iq goes below par.
"He is as fine a fellow," said Mr Bennet, "as ever I saw. He simpers, and smirks, and makes love to us all. I am prodigiously proud of him. I defy even Sir William Lucas himself to produce a more valuable son-in-law."
- Pride and Prejudice
garbage
I am kung fu mastah.I am very zen. So I am one with the wind.Oh wait no wind in room.I am one with the room. I am one with the stillness in room.Hang on.I am one with the scuttling noise in room. I am one with that cockroach.Ah fcuk it.
yahoo
Do you, Mukhopadhyay?
quizzical
If you thought that you saw someone at a club who looked like me, you didnt. It wasnt me.If you thought that you saw someone at a club pissed drunk with a group of equally inebriated friends, you didnt. It wasnt me.If you thought that you saw someone at a club, pissed drunk and doing silly things with a group of equally inebriated friends, you definitely didnt. It wasnt me.It was my evil twin brother. It wasnt me because im a gentleman. And as we know gentlemen dont klvb. Oh no they dont.They go to bed with a hot water bottle.
pitching a tent
Samantha has to nip off now to meet her constituency chairman for a trip to parliament as she says his member is going up for an all night session.And so as the Malaysian bootstub of time confronts the second metatarsal of eternity, and the Singaporean squad of uncertainty goes out before the first round of inevitability...
pink magarita
Im thanking a friend, whom ive gotten to know much better in recent months, for helping me rediscover the good things in life.
Although the hours we kept were dodgy by most standards, with ethereal beauty, liveliness, wit and cheerfulness this friend illuminated the darkest of nights and warmed even the coldest of desolates.
And I now know why oil containers had to be round ;-)
Salut
Im astonished at the coordination. A blitzkrieg.
But really, Im estatic. Really appreciate the effort especially my chromosomally defective brudda and fello primate I K; and my big thumbed sista V L for organizin it! Absolutely merciless. Ruthless.And all of you smug accomplices and partners in crime - merci beaucoup. (Nard & Ken, youd better thank your stars its the hols soon.)Think Im running low on detergent, and oh has anyone seen my mop?
Fundamentals
Its been pleasant. A new day.I cant profess to be wildly addicted to having surprises sprung on me, and up till 2 days ago, I knew my friends were up to something. But reports and deadlines soon edged them to the further recesses of my mind, so much so that when Sh T came up to 'test the water' by wishin me a happy valentines, I absent mindedly wished her back and bantered for a sec or two. I never suspected a thing. Then suddenly came the songs, the people, well wishes and, by gawd, the cake.A flurry of activity in my room - dimmed lights, more songs and wishes, camera flashes, candle whisps echoed my wish. We headed to the lounge.Chats/laughs/gifts/pictures/makin sure everyone ate...I cant remember the last time I was caked/saboed/splattered. It seemed an awfully long time ago.They hid the tissue box. I suspect one of them (G) came up with it. Nothing rocket science really. 'Oh try to retrieve that hazlenut from the cake with your tongue'. Naturally I pushed the tray a little further from me and protested.Sh T didnt get within a gnats crotchet of convincing me. So G lent her a hand. Persuasion indeed. And now there are pictures to remind everyone of a cake splattered me. Im glad at least there wasnt a pool around. Im currently recovering from the effects of cake-up-the-nose and-cake-everywhere.Friends as these...Im grateful they chase away the drab curtains of grey from life to reveal the colours that adorn the rainbows, to remind me of the colours that still paint the sunrises.It was a really sweet gesture. It truly was a celebration with a difference and I appreciated it very very much. A holler out to all the guilty 15ers:Thank you all! Luv yall to bits =)
Valentine
Ive never understood how or why such a day came about but im not in a particular hurry to do so. What I do know is that it is a time where prices go up and the guys will have something to whine about. It is also about the only time where singles wished they were attached, and couples wish they werent.From the many digits on my site counter, I gather that the readership is larger than expected. And which stands just shy of a grand total of 2. To all those who are trying to learn english, you still might have a fighting chance by not reading further. To those who have had the misfortune of stumbling upon this blog, I wish you all a speedy recovery.
And if there is still anyone else not in the above categories, I sincerely wish you a Very Happy Valentines Day and a Ludicrously Jolly Friendship Day.
Cheers.
ketchup
Sad if the most exciting part of your day consists of scaring an insect away from the toilet.Thankfully that isnt what my day is like.
Mines a lot worse.
Waiting, expecting, longing, hoping...
For someone?
The holidays wouldnt be too long in coming would they?
as i hit my gong
Just one of the surprisingly large catalog of games taking their names from famous locations around the world many of them originating in the east.
Theres a game called New Delhi, which involves opening a sandwich shop.
Another is Seychelles where the winner is the first person to say the word shells
Theres even a game from thailand called bangkok, which is too painful to describe in detail.
bones in my orange
Well its actually not nearly as complex as it sounds, as all of you whove studied the work of sigmund freud will appreciate. For the purposes of psychoanalysis freud divided the personality, or in our terms the song, into two components. As you know these are the ego, comprising moral values which is so obviously analogous to the tune, and the id which unconciously contains primitive emotions and therefore equates exactly to the words. The personality, or songs, steer between the two, trying to reconcile and balance their conflicting demands against the constrains of the real world.Now I can see something written across your faces, yes indeed freud did prove that the ego and the id can be adjusted and modified through behavioural therapy, or in our terms literally by singing one song to the tune of another.
wilting
Do what I say, but dont do what I do.
- Everybody
Donkey virus - sick ass
- Whosyourdaddy
still wilting
In God we trust. In others we audit.- well known auditing firm
Philosophers of the crock of gold
'Perfection is finality; finality is death. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it.' **He was complaining to his wife about his porridge.She hit him on the head.
yetti
Living in a box.
How odd.
Buff & Shine
Big head small brain.
And a smelly nose.
