Happy Christmas?

Humans ; the very substance of what a society that's based on social values are made upon.

These beings are brought upon earth to be social, possess high-EQ in which to allow us to mingle with each & one another for clearly one reason & that is ...

To survive.

Well, the age of the cavemen has long surpassed us all & in this modern age where physical safety is no longer associated with the need to look for friends who watch out for our backs, canceling out any potential danger, while we also cover theirs.

We have now transcended from barbarians to social creatures who seek everyday as an opportunity to lubricate our social engines. Social lubrication as it seems, allows us to build stronger bonds among one another so there would be someone we could all seek comfort from in times of sorrow, seeking warmth & love to get by the storm be it family or friends.

And i myself, am lugubrious to say that although packing a well-lubricated social engine where just a slight burst of acceleration puts me in the comforts of my friends, that very same engine of mine is unable to even perform an embarrassingly simple task.

Simply put, appreciating the very few moments between my eldest sis & i during this x'mas vacation.



Can you imagine? She flew all the way from Sanfranciso to spend Xmas together with dad & i and unfortunately, i wasn't able to breathe in any of those enthusiasm, at all. A mere ' thank you for the dinner you cooked ' was all that i could remember saying to her.

It's such a sad truth, having a sister who've grown up with for so many damn years & not being able to develop any chemistry with. It's so difficult to even talk to her on a daily basis where i would just avoid speaking to her on every single occasion. I would always dread doing anything with her & would enjoy spending time with my 2nd sis instead. What am i ? How are we related? Is she my sister? Is it the 11 year age-gap? Am i just a retard?

I'm a freak.

1. Those awkward silences at the dining table
2. obliged to accompany her to the airport cos of dad
3. Worse part came, sis & i didn't even bother looking at each other when she left the car, not a single bye, have a safe trip or any of that bullshit
   

I wish we were closer.

Lost in Transit-ion?

After indulging in champagne after champagnes on the previous airflight from homesweethome Singapore, I am finally banished to this 'anti ergonomics from hell ' set up of free computer desktops that are placed around the world-class Hong Kong airport terminal which i'm currently taking advantage of blogging & engaging in other undesired male activities, which i will never divulge under any circumstances. Well that is unless you offer yourself to me satisfying my deepest desire.. Now moving on, pervert.

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They make these stools so frikin' uncomfortable & inhumane to sit on, it's as if it's a backup plan to kick freeloaders like me off right on the 15:01 stopclock. Not so easy pal.

Resistance, is the word.

Anyhows, have been wandering around this rather exciting playground of the affluent & managed to cast my unwavering glance onto a huge display of Chateau Laffite Rothschild bottled wines and these out-of-this-world babies will uncomfortably set you back by HK$ 16,850. You do the math, its f**king ridiculous considering people are only paying for its long-trusted brand.

Alright, currently in transit waiting for the next damn flight in another 5 more hours for Vancouver. Embracing myself for the inevitable back-crunching-spine-jutting-toes-crenching-nose-cringing additional 8 hours flight.

Pronounce...

Jet Lag. Amen.

I Are Caretaker ?

Alright, guess its time i post something fresh rather than the old conventional-you-knew-it-was-coming bullshit i've been doing all these while.



Like the title suggests, I've finally been able to have a taste on how to run/caretake/lookafter a cyber cafe.



And trust me it's child's play.



Imagine this, a knight in his shining armour dashing to the rescue of ahlians suffering from ' Maple Story Withdrawal Syndromes '

Wow!

This is what i call life ladies & gentlemen.

Oh Lord.

Annual company dinner at the PanPacific later on. The strange part is that, Pa won't be coming along & i'll be representing him instead.

A pity though that the dominant silver back gorilla is still caught up with work at song khla.
Can't believe I'll be doing this alone.

Like the many many many other company dinners, this is just going to be yet another dinner. Boring shit.

It's not my cup of bubble tea mingling with Japanese oldies executives in their fancy suits and shirts butterflying from table to tables striking up conversations with their bosses in hopes of earning some brownie points in their hidden agenda to fatten up their end-of-year bonuses.

In these situations, i would freeze out, shrivel up and just die. I'm dead serious.

Like what god said, " let there be eye candies in the ballroom for the masses to see ! "

I'm pretty sure you could check that one up in the bible, book of Daniel 1:26