Post-christmas blues or examination stress? Who knows? Who cares? I just want to guzzle loads of cola, chomp on fried chickens…all while watching re-runs of The Apprentice. I knew Bill Ransic was going to win, having read the abstracts online a year ago. He is so hot. Oh la la. Got to repeat, HE IS SO GAWD DAMN HOT.
I thought the show was not going to make it to Malaysia but thank goodness those tv people have some common sense afterall. Maybe they too realised that they’ve been dangling precariously above the flames from combustion of dumb reality shows. One more For Love or Money and I’m going to heed my arsonist calling. By the way, I miserably miss Frasier. Sigh.
I almost kamikaze-d my future this morning. My procrastination got me into hot soup. Again. Well, the story went like this, I set my alarm to 3am in the morning so I could mug them books till 8.30am. Murphy’s Law in action, I got up at 8.30am instead. That left me with less than an hour to revise. Don’t ask me why, but I survived. However, I must admit to my detriment, I did seriously consider giving the exam a pass and to retake it another time. After a couple of deliberations and U-turns, I drove to college in determination.
Mom has a colleague affected by the tsunami. Her house’s flattened and her mother is in the hospital recuperating from broken ribs. Thank goodness nobody in her family died. Another colleague has a house on a hilltop by Miami Beach, she said the view from her window is simply heart-rending. The fact that we’ve never experienced tsunami before shouldn’t be an excuse for the incompetence of our meteorological department. Could it be because it’s a Sunday and Boxing Day to boot? Last I read, the deathtoll is 44000 all over Asia. RIP.
Allow me to digress. Here are some pictures from the Xmas party.
Many turned up.
Suan and me.
The Chefs at work.
Wah Chai cracking everybody up.
Corn was sweet but not as sweet as me.
Me, Duncan and G.
Everyone digging in. Who’s that so elegantly popping peas?
Back to mugging accountings. Peace.