Wednesday, December 29, 2010

G. Reem.

Daemon raised the polka pace.

Old man Earl quivered involuntarily, fighting hard against the last stronghold in his life-long, ingrained consciousness of lofty pretence. The spasm lasted but a moment. Letting the floodgates surge, a diluted pupil pressed wildly through the steamed monocle, straining to catch the sprite in action.

"If you look very closely," the daemon whispered into the paralysing soundlessness that follows the premature termination of drawn breath, "you'll see that it hits the spot."

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Gage or Gauge?

In reality both words are the same and if you like shortcuts you might prefer the former. However, if you're in the habit of making life more convulated than a "She-sells-sea-shells" tongue twister with a lisp thrown in, then you might, like me, lean to the latter. Either way, it's good to know that there are two ways to look at any one yardstick and that success need not be measured in light of terms others might choose to use.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Building dreams

The difference between day dreaming and dare dreaming is whilst one lives and stays in dreamy mist, only to wander into reality by accident, the other is focused in action, and though serendipity may find its way, the dream that never was may never have been if the dreamer had not dared to venture in the first place.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Sweet slumber

Finally the weekend is here and I can try scrape together more than 6 hours in one "sleeping." Then again, between carols, jazz bars, french dining, projects and homework, I wonder if 48 hours will be enough. The workaholic couldn't be more estatic but he's also having the fight the sleepaholic within.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


Workaholic is tres happy.
Chocoholic is saturated (possible?)
Shopaholic is annoyed at having missed out on Tresor's promotion (only 6 boxes per counter apparently).
Partyholic is eyeing a pair of gold heels.
Writerholic is satisfied.
Teaholic is waiting for Mabel to call.....

Friday, December 10, 2010

Same difference?

You betcha I'm different. Although to me it's the same. But that's because I actually live with myself. You don't have to. Or chose not to. Whatever.

Thursday, December 09, 2010

Charge ahead!

I was in a feeding frenzy at the Popular Bookstore 10%-70% sale which you will be able to find on the 5th floor of Topspot until 9pm 12 December 2010. Unfortunately, being the responsible dog owner that I am, I couldn't spend my sweet time browsing whilst my dogs went hungry at home so I did a mad dash-grab-and-go and managed to pick up 6 books - the star buy of the night being Gregory Maguire's "Mirror Mirror" and the most indulgent being a coffee table book on haute couture shoes - after rejecting one on liposuction, another on recipes for vegetable side dishes and a Jeffery Archer novel (considering this was a grab-and-go, I commend myself highly for the restaint practised at having picked up only 6 books).

Approaching the cashier and feeling all too aware of my shallow pockets, I felt it was necessary to use those 3 precious words, "You take card?" Thankfully, being at a book sale, by all definitions of the word, meant that my card could sleep snugly whilst my wallet footed the bill.

The drive home was slowed down by rain and the peak hour traffic which meant I could, though not recommended, drive and read at the same time. Indeed, I had hungrily torn into the wrapping before my engine cylinders had completed their first round. Books are meant to be devoured and savoured.

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

The great divide

The Chinese do not have it all.
The Natives do not have it all.
The Malays do not have it all.
Who has it all?

A really good and objective view on how we possibly view each other without saying it here.

Thursday, December 02, 2010


Sometimes, when everything ceases to make sense, what one really needs is a deep bed, plush pillows, scented sheets and posh loo roll. It will be a good day when Andrex comes to Malaysia.

Only the godless need not rest.

December, December

This time last year I was beyond the moon when Chief gave me a day off work because I was going-to-collapse-soon ill. You can revisit my delayed death wish here. The day off work was however, replaced with a day in work the following Saturday. I am one of those unfortunate gluttons for self-punishment.

Is anything different this year round? New job, new town, new Chief. I guess not much changes when one is still, at heart, a perpetual glutton for punishment.

Having said all that, the result of dragging my beat-up body to work a year ago is that I now have precious and tangible proof in print on olive green paper to which I can point and proudly say, "I did that!" whilst floating on endorphins as I forget the agony of "childbirth."

Bring on December.