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Sunday, March 18, 2007

Random Ejaculations

Last week's edition of Urban has deemed that the long derided pair of spectacles are back in vogue again. Being a critic of contact lenses, which I hold responsible for the dwindling number of bespectacled babes, this is a cause for celebration. Hopefully, I'll get to see more of this. Drool...

For those who are unfortunate enough to be on my msn contact list, you will notice that my nick is "One Good Nostril". As the nick suggest, I was floored by the flu (yet again) last week and had to take a day MC on Friday to recover. My flu, like the menstrual cycle, comes once a month. The only difference is, the former discharges vile viscous liquid from the nostrils, while the latter discharges from you know where.

Since I was sick, naturally I had to visit a doctor to cure myself. Not any doctor, but the same old bloody one that I poured so much scorn on in this post. This time round, he even managed to outdo himself by not even asking what was wrong with me. Instead, he just looked at me with an impatient look. Or maybe he was just trying to read my mind. It's mystifying why I keep going back to him. It's just like how some girls still fall in love with jerks, despite previous bad experiences, or how some fans (like myself) follow a football club in spite of the emotional distress they are being subjected to.

It seems like posting pictures about empty chairs is the IN thing these days. A day after this entry, Mabel informed me that her friend too posted a picture of an empty chair (which, by the way, was way nicer than the one I took) not too long ago. Given the interest in empty chairs, I might consider starting an association for the like-minded people. Empty Chairs Association, or ECA in short.

Names. Not contented with being known as the Toms, Dicks and Harries of this world, people are coming up with increasingly zanier names. Just the other day, my colleague spoke to a Garfield from Hong Kong over the phone. Yes, the same G-A-R-F-I-E-L-D that appears in your daily comic strip, the same G-A-R-F-I-E-L-D that Mabel adores. My colleague and I who overheard the tele-conversation just burst out laughing. The laughter was soon replaced by incredulity when our manager informed us that she once spoke to a or an ABCDE from Hong Kong. It's pronounced as Ab-Cer-Dee. Suddenly, Becos sounds so uninteresting.

Talking about names, an internal customer, who has an issue pronouncing dialect names, kept calling me Yang Wu instead of Ying Wei. Wtf!? Yang Wu? Well, at least he didn't call me Ying Wu (parrot) or Yang Wei (Erectile dysfunctional).

Still on names, if merger talks between ABN Amro and Barclays go smoothly, what shall the new entity be known as? ABN Barclays Bank? Baclays Amro Bank? Or simply, A Barclays Bank?

Random Picture of the Day

Tyson, the Bi Kor Kuey!

posted by Stormtrooper's Lackey at 11:37 PM

1 Comments:

Pretty_poor_lass had this to say:: Interesting post. Covers every angle of YW's life.

Yep, all hail to bespectacled girls again.; 10:04 PM