life's a bottlecap, screw up and stay on

2006-07-09T00:40:00.000+08:00

I made my own lunch today. If I were a scout, I'd get one of those hallmark badges. Maybe I would get two badges, one for making lunch and the other for cleaning up. And it wasn't just any lunch, it was pasta! Not just any pasta mind you, it was Angel Hair pasta! ( hopefully the bling of the name angel hair draws your attention away from the fact that cooking pasta simply means boiling till sem- soft).

2006-07-06T23:12:00.000+08:00

10 Reasons Why My Grand-uncle is Coolness.

1. He's 78 and wears pink shirts
2. He was a communist during the Cultural Revolution
3. He's almost deaf but he makes you feel like he's listening
4. He doesn't mind back table seats at weddings
5. He uses a walking stick with pride
6. His thick Cantonese accent makes him sound like a Hong Kong triad boss
7. He's the only person living who calls me by my Cantonese name
8. He's got grey eyebrows
9. If he didn't have arthritis he'd probably be able to whoop my arse with some fatal wushu skill
10. He toyed with old-school grenades in his youth

2006-07-01T17:59:00.000+08:00

today's a blur, oscillating between consciousness and otherwise.

2006-06-30T16:25:00.000+08:00

I've always taken to the idea that somehow along the course of my somewhat eventful childhood, my emotions have dulled with time, my heart cast in stone or linoleum, in whichever dramatic flair you prefer. But a small part of me, say for example my big toe (pun, laugh.) misses Sydney. Yeap I actually miss something, what more a place. I hardly ever miss people and yet I miss Sydney. I guess I had more fun there than I knew.

2006-06-28T13:12:00.000+08:00

Back from australia, good times good memories, in good health and good time. All is good.

2006-06-18T00:50:00.000+08:00

I think I'm getting my blogging groove back, finally two back-to-back posts.

My sister brought a guy home today. Picture this, recruit haircut dude just chilling on the sofa with my parents on both sides stoned out, transfixed or at least pretending to be transfixed on the tv. I don't blame them, I probably wouldn't know how to react if my darling daughter brought someone home for the first time. I walked into the living room, dumped my 12kg saxophone in the lounge and got myself a hearty mug of reverse-osomosis-processed water(i have one of those machines ).

Then I asked him, "Eh did you bring flowers?"
He said,"No, but I got her birkenstocks and a T-shirt."

wah kao eh so thats where my sis's birks come from. I need a girlfriend, a rich one. Kind heart and good looks optional, just big on the moolah and all's sweet. Interested parties please take a number from my agent and I will get back to you shortly.

If Operation get-hitched-to-a-heiress fails then I think I'd live out my days as a bum, preferably somewhere warm like Miami or Costa Rica. Working hard to get rich is way above my head.

Now I'll go count my birthday smses...

2006-06-17T00:23:00.000+08:00

uh huh finally came out of MIA status to do a decent post. My bad, I've been very busy. Betcha tired of hearing that, but I really am, just like many others around me. Thats JC life for you I guess, no matter how slack you are or at least how slack you claim to be, theres always a shatload of things that needs to be done and a shatload of things you've done that didn't need doing. Come to think of it, it's my first free, untainted day since the dawn of the June holidays. Every other block of free time has been polluted by things busy people do.
This calls for a vulgarity; xLoLzx! There we go..

Heres an example of "things you've done that didn't need doing"

It's impossible how I find time for boredom amidst the madness. oh and that theresa came from a photostill from the tune-in video. oh and sorry you ACCB people out there, I can't upload the tune-in video because its arnd 300 mbs.

There isn't any bad English, only bad Englishers.