Unlucky Weekend

This was what really happened to me from 7;30pm yesterday to 7:30pm today,

(1) I got involved in a car accident. (my car's wrecked luckily no one injured)

(2) I chipped off my nail during a soccer game and played on with a bloody hand.

(3) I misplaced my handphone.

(4) I am down with food poisoning.

(5) Received a call from my friend saying that one of my friend from my Dept was involved in a motorcycle accident and is now warded at CGH.

(6) Short while later received another call from my aunt saying that my grandmother was warded at Alexandra Hospital for severe chest pain.

Bed

Its been one hell of a week. I was literally teetering on the brink of mental neurosis a few times this week. Writing important minutes for not 1 but 2 meetings in a space of 1 week is mind-numbing hell. I can assure you, writing minutes for 3-4 hour long management meetings can be sheer hell especially when those very minutes are meticulously scrutinised by those at the top.

Nevertherless I have survived the week. Phew~

Today on the way home, I even bought myself an anime titled Monster. The plot sounded pretty cool and I was attracted to the cover design. Hmmm......must watch it straight away after writing this blog. Maybe a good way to de-stress myself.

Anyway I promised Idza to write a poem about my bed. Nothing kinky but I just want to write about an everyday object which seemed so mundane to me. In the end I came up with a poem and a new-found respect towards my humble bed. Enjoy em'.

BED

Eyelids drooping,

Muscles aching,

Halfway down the avenue to slumberland,

It rocked me on to sleep.

In the midst of the hollow twillight,

It caress over my limp figure,

480 mins is all it took,

For the sleepeemizer to fully satiate itself.

A cozy temptress it is,

A specialist bound by its cushiony tummy,

Leering at me with its eyeless body.

Trying hard to keep myself at a distance,

Countless nights you welcome me to your clutches.

Bye Bye PDL

What a smashing day it was today. Finally I passed my Driving Test. After one failed attempt, I dread the prospect of failing another one.

phew....

It was all so vivid that fateful morning when I failed my first attempt. I really felt shitty. To make matters worst, when I reached back home I realised I had forgotten to bring my house keys with me and had to wait for my parents while I slumped along the corridor like a drug addict with his last syringe. My mom bought for me a bowl of mee soto which I hardly touch. I went to slumberland straight away after that.

Its not only that, I also developed a phobia for anything bbdc. By the way just for the record for the benefits of those anthropoid apes out there, bbdc stands for bt batok driving centre. After the failed attempt, every single time I passed by bbdc, I would try to look in the other direction.

For example, a colleague of mine on his way home would send me back to Jurong East MRT every afternoon as it would greatly shorten my journey back home from my workplace. Unfortunately for me the journey from JE MRT to CCK MRT would mean that I would somehow or another pass by bbdc along the way. Things get so bad for me that I would always stand facing the other direction. Not only that, if somehow or another I happened to be facing that direction, I would promptly closed my eyes or look somewhere else just so to avoid even a slight peek at bbdc.

Yes, believe me it was that bad.

Fast forward 2 months later, yesterday night I can hardly sleep. After waking up at 3 in the morning to pee, I was lying down in bed with my left & right leg coordinating the accelerator-clutch combination.

In the morning when I wake up I can hardly control my nerve. I can safely say that it was more nerve-wrecking than my O & A levels. While waiting for my turn with my lips busy working overtime saying some last minutes prayers, surprisingly I noticed that bbdc employs a number of hotties as their counter girls. I always noticed them before but under this different circumstance, their sexy-o-meter seemed to soar a lil' bit more.

They are simply sooooo H-O-T!!! Wearing a standard bbdc counter girl uniform which is like a sexy office wear attire and silky pantyhose, many of them even look like Japanese babes. One of them even look like a super-duper-yummy-shangadelicious Jap babe! I am quite surprised myself how a nervous guy like me could still afford the time to drool at these hot counter girls. But admittedly not all of them are that hot. Some also cannot make it one. Quite a few looks like Yokozuna Jnr.

Anyway, the test went fine even though I get a senior tester. Alot of them say that very very few will pass with a senior tester but the guy that I got was a pretty nice chap. After everything was done I followed him back to his office where we sat down to discuss my mistakes (not that many by the way).

Then he looked at my face, looked at my i.c & looked at my checklist. Then he looked at my face, looked at my i.c & looked at my checklist. Then he looked at my face, looked at my i.c & looked at my checklist. Then again he looked at my face, looked at my i.c & looked at my checklist.

After what seemed like eternity, he finally said....."Okay you passed."

There and then in front of him I swear I almost enjoyed an orgasm. I thank him profusely leaving the room with a big grin across my face. It was simply f-a-n-t-a-s-t-i-c.

At least now I can afford to glance at bbdc with a huge smile across my face everytime I went pass by. =)

bookworm

I have been reading some wonderful books lately. Among them were from Leo Tolstoy, Junichiro Tanizaki, Natsume Soseki & Pramoedya Ananta Toer. Ironically after I read a collection of short stories by Pramoedya, there was his orbituary next morning in Straits Times. There was even a short write up on him in Life! highlighting his achievements thus far.

Sheer coincidence? Weird uh?

Anyway there was also another fantastic book that I have read titled “Romanov Prophecy” by Steve Berry. To tell you the truth these days I am quite sick of the "Historical-Fiction-Thriller" genre pioneered by Dan Brown. These days on a trip down Borders you are sure as hell to find lots of such books.

They began with a murder or major crime which led the protagonist to “discover” a clue which links him to a very important piece of history. Then the storyline will evolve into some sort of an “Amazing Race” which led him to more historical clues. This lucky guy will also end up hooking up with some exotic beauty who speaks English in a sexy foreign accent.

Ironically this guy is like the Einstein of History who stumbled upon important-as-hell historical thousand-year old discoveries. Discoveries which for years eluded countless Professors who devoted their entire life to it. It seemed like a breeze for the protagonist to suddenly stumble upon the chain of clues when in real life these Professors would be more than willing to sacrifice their family jewels just to be given the chance to glance through teeny-weeny bit of the clue our dear protagonist had.

But anyway, Romanov Prophecy was surprisingly a healthy change from all that. Yesh it may be true that the plot is a perfect example of a typical "Historical-Fiction-Thriller" kind of novel but strangely enough its one of those books that keeps me glued on for hours. What sets this book apart from the rest is that its backdrop is set at the onset of the Russian Bolshevik Revolution. And it is heavily peppered with reference to the Tsarist historical bits.

Er....

Actually that is an understatement, this book is all about the last Tsar. Being a student of History at both O & A level, this is precisely the kind of book that gives me the intellectual orgasm which I longed for.