I LIVED FOR NOW, THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS
17 February 2008
Sunday (31 Degree Celsius)
Afternoon@ 1400 (Singapore Time)
Listen: My Sneezing…
Mood: *Cow & Horsie…Bleh”
Another short and lazy Sunday morning… slept quite early last night, it was good. Went for an impromptu drink session with Han and LK on Friday, it was excellent. Between us, we finished 1 & a ½ bottle of hard liquor. Must go slow on the drink… Rather bad for health. But alas, we only lived once in our life… Errm… Nowadays also old already. Drank till 4am, reach home and actually feel damn hard to fall into slumber. Woke up at 8am on Saturday and started stoning the whole day.
Anyway, last week was another long and uneventful period of time. I slept through Valentine and my birthday. Is there anything to look forward to? The only high point in my life last week is the fact that my hair regime is working.
Oh I think I have slimmed down a little. Who would have known… Actually it’s a no brainer… I started taking the Metro to work, which is a distance from the Home to MRT and from MRT to Office, vice versa. That already burnt off quite a good chunk of fats. Also, the food portions in canteen are smaller and while I could technically get a second helping but alas, told you the world is not only about me. And besides, I can’t really snack as and when I happy. Ah, the only good thing that happened thy far.
And when I dream, I dream of you…
Pain of a married man
A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in bed. She goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.
"What's the matter, dear?" she whispers as she steps into the room. "Why are you down here at this time of night?"
The husband looks up from his coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 18?" he asks solemnly. "Yes I do" she replies. The husband pauses; the words were not coming easily. "Do you remember when your father caught us in the garden?" "Yes, I remember" said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.
The husband continued.. "Do you remember when he showed the shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I'll send you to jail for 20 years?"
"I remember that too" she replied softly.
He wiped another tear from his cheek and said, "I would have been released today!"
My point?
Sunday (31 Degree Celsius)
Afternoon@ 1400 (Singapore Time)
Listen: My Sneezing…
Mood: *Cow & Horsie…Bleh”
Another short and lazy Sunday morning… slept quite early last night, it was good. Went for an impromptu drink session with Han and LK on Friday, it was excellent. Between us, we finished 1 & a ½ bottle of hard liquor. Must go slow on the drink… Rather bad for health. But alas, we only lived once in our life… Errm… Nowadays also old already. Drank till 4am, reach home and actually feel damn hard to fall into slumber. Woke up at 8am on Saturday and started stoning the whole day.
Anyway, last week was another long and uneventful period of time. I slept through Valentine and my birthday. Is there anything to look forward to? The only high point in my life last week is the fact that my hair regime is working.
Oh I think I have slimmed down a little. Who would have known… Actually it’s a no brainer… I started taking the Metro to work, which is a distance from the Home to MRT and from MRT to Office, vice versa. That already burnt off quite a good chunk of fats. Also, the food portions in canteen are smaller and while I could technically get a second helping but alas, told you the world is not only about me. And besides, I can’t really snack as and when I happy. Ah, the only good thing that happened thy far.
And when I dream, I dream of you…
Pain of a married man
A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in bed. She goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.
"What's the matter, dear?" she whispers as she steps into the room. "Why are you down here at this time of night?"
The husband looks up from his coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 18?" he asks solemnly. "Yes I do" she replies. The husband pauses; the words were not coming easily. "Do you remember when your father caught us in the garden?" "Yes, I remember" said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.
The husband continued.. "Do you remember when he showed the shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I'll send you to jail for 20 years?"
"I remember that too" she replied softly.
He wiped another tear from his cheek and said, "I would have been released today!"
My point?
No point no point, old bird like me don’t make a point.
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