Brood Queen25 june 2008
And my hair is turning white. For sure. Sigh. I miss the days when I could just step into the office and do my own thing, and not have to bother or worry about anyone else - much less 18-minus-4 other anyone elses. This mother-henning business.... is demanding. (Not to mention also, when the other hen expects TLC too. Wah lan eh. How many wings, I mean, hands do you think I have - especially when I have to ass-warm her forgotten nest as well. Nabeh lor really, sometimes.)
Oh.... dear.... You are - untouchable.
I kindly informed him that I was not referring to MY screws. I added besides, that mine had all fallen out a long time ago.
"AIYAAA!!!" Uh oh.... "Aiya! Aiya! Aiya!" Yes, aiya, tell me about it. Shake head. Sigh.... And I jumped out of my chair, trotted over to the front office where the deer in headlights - unfortunately, an increasingly frequent occurrence - stood, going on like a broken record, while ineffectually dabbing at the spillage. The receptionist's large metal mug was emptied of its contents, and a puddle of coffee was spreading across the table. There was also some splash damage on a small stack of documents, the chair and carpetted floor. I went to the pantry, grabbed a couple of table cloths as well as the tea lady to help with the clean-up. Meanwhile, the broken record was still tripping on the same track. Sigh. I got her to go to the washroom to clean herself up instead. Methinks it's not just the screws which have left the building.
And then, there was the plot twist. It was revealed that the female lead had actually hallucinated most of the events. What a cop-out, and a tired one at that. It was also how it went with the Thai horror flick Body #19, where most of the story was played out by the killer's guilty conscience (though in Missing, the killing was an unfortunate accident). Other than all that, I actually enjoyed the movie. And oh, Forbidden Kingdom was a pain to watch - think visual-aural disconnect; and some lines just don't work in English. They just don't. And another thing, did Jet Li suck helium everytime it was his turn to speak? Aiyooo....
And it was drinks with The Guild again. This time, all the way (for me) to Scruffy at East Coast. I didn't mind the location all that much since I hang out at the beach every other weekend anyway, and it's nice once in a while to just 'get away' from town, where everyone else is. And sometimes, you just have to travel a little farther, brave a few mossies, get rained on a little (there are worse things than being rained on, trust me), and not let these little 'inconveniences' in life hold you back from learning - or for some of us, remembering again - to live a little more. And oh yes, batting your eyes a little more as well wouldn't hurt either. Or maybe you just need a really, really big enema to loosen things up a little. Right, kor?
As everyone snickered knowingly, he offered that the guy was surely not doing it the 'right' way if he needed that much help. "Or it was a very, very big broomstick. Heh. Heh. Heh." Oh alrightttt.... I shall just keep my perverse thoughts to myself next time.
And because it was hot and all, I was feeling a little sluggish, hungry and sleepy, and I turned to The Master (the one with the ADD) and enquired, in as few words as my hypoglycemic state could muster: "Are you hot?" Uh huh. Fortunately, no one died in that encounter. Because The Master (1) understood my question in the 'right' context, albeit after a slight pause, since this was a working lunch afterall; or (2) was feeling a little sluggish, hungry and sleepy too; or (3) in all likelihood, had his mind in another galaxy far, far away - AGAIN. I decided on a table, incidentally, away from the AC. The Stapler is of the opinion that some people function in singular discoursal contexts most of the time, while other people (Gutter Queens like me AND many others but of course - don't pretend!) function on a few levels simultaneously.
It's strange, really, to be remembered from so many years ago - when I don't have any recollection of all those times mentioned. (Ok, maybe if I dug really deep into my musty decade-old mental recesses.) That, and I was also rather 'different' back then. Shrug. And what of those "old times"? Times that I do remember - but of another face, and another life, that no longer are.... So tell me, why do YOU remember these things?
Not so funny was Funny Games, which, perv as I am, actually found rather disturbing. Something about how Naomi Watts and family did not stand a chance, at all, and the whole movie was just going through the motions of a foregone conclusion. It just seemed so pointless. Maybe I'm just getting old.... Which probably also explains how today's lunch of fishball soup and a few miserly pieces of vegetables could give me heartburn. Yeah, like WTF too. Waiting now for Battlestar Galactica.
And he wondered what it would be like to touch it for himself.
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