The Beginning of A Week's Break

*Skipping merrily and singing to the Smurfs theme song on the lane home*

*LA LA LA LA LA LA~~
Sing a happy song~~
LA LA LA LA LA LA~~
Laze the whole week long!*

Geeez... I can't wait! :)

A Surprise Awaiting Weekend

The weekends had been very kind to me.

I received my birthday gift early, as nerdy Mr. Gecko himself could hardly contained his own excitement and enthusiasm. He had already pressed me if I wanted to receive my pressie as early as Friday night itself while we are in the event of celebrating another friend's birthday! I declined to steal the friend's thunder though.

Eventually by Saturday afternoon, his excitement was so contagious, I have to give in as I admit, I am dying of curiousity too.

*YEAH!!!* Mr. Gecko did not give me a watch as I had initially presumed. Still, the birthday surprise was not beyond my sixth sense radar. Mr. Gecko is after all such a nerdo. Yeah, your nick shall remain as such in future, gecko nerdo.

I like! Thank you Mr. Gecko. For listening to me with your heart.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

- A Midsummer Night’s Dream -

Hello, Missy Paranoid

On my way to work this fine morning, I accidentally brushed against this middle-aged woman's handbag while on the ascending escalator to bring me out of the Raffles underground tube. This woman turned back her head slightly, huffed one big *bad breathe and immediately upon exit, fished around her bag to check for missing contents!!!

All while I am still behind her!!! Hello? Hello?? Missy Paranoid??? Talk about an undue insult man.

I am so, so, so miffed and ruffled up now. My fingers were itching to give her the universal handsign her actions deserved! (nah, take this! . l . )

While I understand the need to be conscientious with your belongings, that's like way overboard, no? Heck, I am in my so chic, so 2 power colors office wear, am wearing heels that could spike the concrete pavement and - I only brushed her bag ever so slightly!

Even if I theft for a living in my power suit, she doesn't qualify anywhere near as prime target with her LB handbag from Bangkok and Giodarno get-up, I'd so choose a much better target than her loh!

Hello? Hello? Missy Paranoid???

*Note: writer's imagination

Mr. Gecko! I Found My Watch!

Dear Mr. Gecko...

I found my missing watch!!! :)

I can't fathom how the watch could had landed up inside my office's tissue box but at least it wasn't dropped anywhere outside and picked up by some vagrant? You know, I could be so upset with that scenario. This watch that you gave means a lot, a lot to me. Ok lah, I admit there were some shabby treatments to it sometimes. The sentimental notes hit me only when I realised the watch was missing, to the extent I went to retrace my lunch time route with hopes that no one would pick up the watch after 5 hours.

When I went for my appointment with Dr. Loh the other day, he said: "Well "lierliar", you are looking good. Another 7 more months and you'll cross the threshold of 5 years and can be pronouced as cured!" Of course, we know I can never be completely cured. Still, that feels real good to come thus far. You gave me this watch when I was on the prep to a new me and I have since, wore only this watch on my wrist for these 5 years too! But it was not on my wrist when the doc gave me his congratulations... aawww~~... Do you remember the mad scientist photo we took when you first gave me the watch? Hehe...

You must be quite disappointed that I found my watch! Now you have to start all over again to think of a surprise birthday gift for me! Nah... I know it was going to be a watch right???? Talk about my acute 6th sense, you are a real nerd when it comes to surprise pressies. Ever since my birthday is *looming* nearer with each passing day, I can see the vein above your right eyebrow throbbing hard even when you are asleep! :)

After all my successive complaints about the lack of ooppmmhh for my past 2 birthdays, you must have been in a real fix trying to make my this birthday a most memorable one for me, yeah?

The Monday Blues

Lamenting with resigned bitterness of the passing weekends have always been a cyclical ritual for me, weekly. I never feel oiled enough to set my old wheels in motion for the week ahead despite having laze around the house for 2 weekends straight.

Mondays blues and fatigues set in immediately right after I plop down and away to dreamland on Sunday night. Well, in defense, last counted, I only managed a total 5 days of annual leave for a year of slog and shit. The fact that I can't even smell a whiff of bonus anytime soon...

I need a doctor who can certified me unfit for work every working Mondays.