Something dumb just occurred to me while I was typing away at the blog post title; why do we use ‘X’ as a contraction in place of the ‘Christ’ for Christmas? Is it supposed to represent the cross that Jesus died on, and thereby be a suitable calligraphic symbol in place? Then again, why not use ‘t’ instead of ‘X’ then? ‘X’ looks sorta like a lopsided cross, don’t you think ;p Hang on out and I’ll see if I can find out the exact reason later. We’ll get back to this later.
And yep, today’s the.. lemme check the calendar beside me, I THINK it’s the 26th. Yeah, it IS the 26th. I’ve lost track of time ever since I started working at this job; prob that’s why I’ve monthly calendars pasted at home AND in the office ;p An unorganised mind requires frequent reminders.
Talking about post Christmas activities, mine was busy getting mauled during bball today, and catching a few hours of shuteye before I came to work. The office Christmas party must’ve been something, because there’s this bottle of year 2002 Jacob’s Creek Shiraz sitting on my desk for some reason I don’t know about. Conclusion: either the rest of the company staff are getting less alcoholic OR the wine tastes shitty.
*Note: this is a fcuking long entry, so I’ll prob split it into portions for easier digestion. Ready? Here we go ;p
How was Christmas for you guys then? Yours truly had been abso-bloody-lutely all ready to leap into bed and collapse till evening, since I’d been working on 23rd night. I’d even cancelled my driving lesson so that I could snooze away in peace ;p Talk about having a peaceful Christmas eve.
An unexpected SMS from SJ jie asking me to get out of the house for my Christmas present stopped that train of thought in the end ;p Thought I was late, took a cab down.. and she was late as well -.-
*shakes head and sighs over ten bucks lost on cabfare*
Over lunch at some vegan restaurant down at Middle Road, the present (or rather presents) were unveiled; a $30 voucher for U2/G2000 and another $20 voucher for Kinokuniya :O I do believe that they were the most expensive Christmas presents I’d ever received up to date. Thanks again jie! 😉
(I wasn’t totally an ungrateful bastard, since I paid for our lunch bleh.)
Since the other friend she was meeting hadn’t arrived yet, we ended up walking around Bugis Junction windowshopping. Nodsie, windowshopping ;p She’s one of the few people who’ll look at clothes and foist ’em off on me for trying 😉 Tried on clothes, shoes and that was about it. I’ll prob buy the shoes I’d tried that day, but that’s for later hiaks.
My evening was spent as a good boy with me mother ;p It’s one of those rare times that I’ll actually spend the eve of a public holiday with her, and man was it pricey or what? I spent close to 50 bucks for a dinner of two people ;p Blame it on my curiosity for trying out food I’d never eaten before heh. Mother was absolutely stuffed on the seafood pasta she had though, while I proceeded to demolish my turkey & bacon sandwich, chicken nuggets, half a plateful of her pasta and a banana split. Talk about eat-till-you-explode..
After nicely standing in line for the obligatory 30 minute queue at Cafe Cartel, I had been more or less ready to bash in the loudmouthed moron was behind us. Man, the idiot sounded like he was giving a public address about the virtues of National Service to everyone in the near vicinity. Yep dumbass, I understand that you’ve been through NS, unlike the rest of your kiddo poly mates who’re awestruck by your fearsome exploits. But can you keep your fewkin’ volume down? Believe me, there’re loads of better ways to impress people than to brag about knowing what SISPEC, RP, ADA etc stands for and the various shitholes your friends all ended up in -.-
Long entry indeed eh? Let’s take a breather here, and continue when you’re done.
I had much more fun on Christmas Day than the eve in comparison ;p Caught National Treasure with NZ, MS and S, and a KTV session from about 8 plus p.m. till 1 a.m. Talk about singing yourself hoarse ;p
National Treasure’s a good film IMO, only that the plot’s too straightforward. Damn but Nicholas Cage seemed to be the ultimate genius when it came to treasure finding or something. Clue, inspiration, tada! Of course, it wouldn’t be fun if he got stuck at some point and ended up not finding the treasure right? Nevertheless, a little unreal. But since when have movies been realistic? ;p
Something funny happened while we were ordering our second round of drinks though, somewhat in the way of spontaneous humor. The others stopped me from ordering several times because they all thought the first drink I mouthed off (hot HONEY) was for MS (as opposed to hot LEMON TEA) when I was ordering it for myself, and I ended up somewhere between pissed and downright laughing because I couldn’t order my damn drink in peace ‘cus I kept getting interrupted. I was literally fcuking shouting that “the drink’s for ME, ME, ME!” before they finally got the hint. The service staff was grinning away too, and I think my tragic performance at ordering the drinks turned out well anyhows, because we ended up with 6 drinks, 3 drinks like what they ordered and 3 cups of hot honey for me ;p No extra charges at that, call it sympathy from the guy to me haha. It doesn’t sound funny when I write it here because I can’t sufficiently describe the hilarity of the situation. Yeah, blame it on me bad vocab ;p
YF joined us after the KTV, and we headed down for Madam Wong’s Bar impromptu while NZ/MS went home. It was my first time going down there, and imagine my surprise when I bumped into O (poly classmate) there, who was milling around the dancefloor looking for his buddies. I wasn’t really sure it was him at first, but nonetheless slapped him on the back when he walked past, figuring that my eyesight wasn’t that bad. Thankfully, it wasn’t ;p Turns out he’s now working too, but we didn’t get to talk too much there; too noisy.
The music’s decent if you’re into that type, sorta reminds me of Double-O. The DJ’s better ‘tho, and be damned if the dancefloor isn’t crowded. It was more like going to the beat in place rather than having any actual elbow room to move around -.- There was this girl who was dancing on the stage and got pretty high, so before I knew it S and YF were catcalling, and the girl was grooving with some guy minus her top ;p Nice bod, nice moves, what can I say? Although YF was the one who suggested that we come down, he seemed pretty bored by the place and headed away from the dancefloor quite a few times; signs of old age? ;p
There was this funny auntie walking around the dancefloor selling roses of all things, and whee, talk about Ah Beng looking roses; have you ever seen a rose wrapped by flashing multicolored lights? I certainly haven’t. Trust me, it looks low class, crappy and downright stupid, not to mention the fact that it was being sold at 10 bucks? C’mon man, it’s not even Valentine’s Day ;p I blanched after hearing the price, and told her no thanks. A few seconds later, I reconsidered, and tapped the auntie on the shoulder.
“You sell cheaper I buy!” I shouted into her ear, as per SOP. Shouting’s the only way to get anything heard when the music’s so goddamned loud ;p
“You want the lights anot?” She replied in kind.
WTF, who needs those dumb lights? I shook my head.
She gesticulated a 6. Nah, not low enough.
“I’ll buy if you sell at 4!” Shouting and holding four fingers out, just to be sure she got the right idea ;p
For what the dumb rose’s worth, I won ;p
Dunno why I bought it anyway, it’s a spur of the moment thingy, and I didn’t even get a close look at the rose when I bought it. But hey, ’tis the thought that counts, isn’t it?
S was complaining about having to hold on to that while dancing though, hiaks.
Eating at Geylang Lorong 11 for the you tiao and soya milk, and taking a quick walk around the red light area looking at the women who were strolling around looking for clients. I guess there’s no need to explain what kinda clients eh? ;p BTW, YF was the curious bugger who suggested this, not me. Kein was only interested in walking straight and being conscious at that point, since his blardy contact lenses were making his eyes so dry after extended usage. My eyes approximated something like this -> -.-
S merely mumbled about being uncomfortable walking around in that area. Understandable but hey, it’s not my idea ;p Thankfully, it was a quick recon like what I said, and we took a cab straight home right after. Took a quick bath after walking S home, time I fell asleep? 530 a.m. or thereabouts, and I got up at 9 a.m. for bball this morning ;p Inhumanly inflicted self torture, if I may so say myself. Man, I hadn’t had such deep shadows beneath my eyes since secondary school days. Thankfully, the few hours of sleep erased that.
And that’s about all there is ;p Thanks for reading people, enjoy the Monday blues muahaha. (I’m not working on Monday BTW.)