every second dripping off my fingertips

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Back from the much anticipated and highly publicised Christmas break, which was completely a waste of my time. Santa Claus in his new red jumpsuit apparatus and jetpack wasn't even in sight! Was I naughty this year, huh? Even the lights along Orchard Road failed to ignite the commercialised spirit in my heart this year. AND and, all the movies on the goggle box (which I have so gracefully entrusted my eyes to this holiday) were absolutely horrible, and they tried to dress it up with 'give-aways'. Come on, if it's bad, don't dress it up with prizes. Maybe a house, or a car, or that new racing car game, anything that resembles a car! PLEASE! Maybe even some greens (or purples, oranges, blues), you know, in light of the economic crisis.

Yup, nothing's better than getting some oversized, outrageously priced present for Christmas.

So anyway, yesterday, being the 30th and all, was grossly boring. First of all, the thing on my mind (and your mind too, if you're reading this now) that troubles me dearly at the moment would be the 2nd of January. Second, is the next thing on my mind. How do I spend my time tomorrow? (today)
Do I celebrate (uh-huh, I'm still thinking)? Or do I do work (once again, still thinking)? Death is coming so why bother? Anyway, like a sign from heaven, Hell called. I have to admit, I spent a good 20 seconds thinking 'have the demons come after me already?' Then I thought to myself, and recalled the time when a certain someone came up with the joke that some particular person we know, who's favourite moan/howl/cry is also the name of a famous communist leader (ok la give chance, it's Mao[wr]), has Hell for a mouth, and the only things saving us from final damnation is 2 rubber bands and his/her boyfriend/girlfriend (yes, till now I am still confused). And in my youthful vigour and childishness, I changed her/his name in my phone. Wonder who it was that came up with that despicable joke. Must be one of Aang-with-no-blue-arrow-on-the-head-but-half-a-head-of-hair's young disciples. Oh well, despicable or not, it's a good one. You have taught us well, oh half bald one.

So when I realised that Hell Hell Hell Hell Hell Hell Hell was indeed Claire after all (sorry I was lazy to write 'him/her', and besides, you're gonna find out sooner or later), it was scant consolation - I was going to have a torrid time listening to a demon's voice anyway. I'm sure Shaun would agree too. He even predicted accurately that Hell was gonna call us in the morning to irritate us and tempt us to the dark side. But we were strong, and resisted the lure of the dark side of the force, and went back to sleep.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
11:29 AM