Years back in medical school, I had a notorious classmate we all dubbed the Amazing Spiderman for his intrepid acts of spanning hostel blocks by leaping across deadth-defying four-storey heights. Though we all suspected his lecherous intention of playing dirty voyeur over in the girls' hostel, the pathetic worm claimed that he preferred the water supply in the girls' washrooms. Hence his evening runs.A likely story. And this from a zealot who preaches about religious every morning to an unappreciative, scornful audience - i.e. me.Even worse... when caught redfaced, our brash Spidey had the gall to appear in our classroom hall - utterly unapologetic - blaming a lascivious phantom demon for inciting his uncontrollable lusts. Full story...
December marks the end of the year - and for most of the 9-to-5 fellas who work hard for their money the rest of the time, it also signifies the time to let their hair down at one of the many dinners, parties and soirees in town.
It's that time of the year again. Kinda a yearly tradition for me. I know I'm obliged to release this to my friends and family so I might as well share it with you guys online.
Deep inside the tropical jungle of condominiums and shoplex, there lies a hidden, secluded enclave of huts where an infectious rhythm of drumbeats has started to play.
Since the White Rabbit mistook the time, the Mad Tea Party has been postponed till better climes. The fact that the Queen of Hearts - now a role solely given to the Tradimum of Lanky Lex - is sweeping around the palace grounds wailing 'Off with their heads! is reason enough to lay low for a while.
You'd better watch out. You'd better not cry. Better not pout.I'm telling you why!Cause Robinson's has the right idea to get their cautious customers ( in our uncertain markets ) to loosen their purse strings a little! After all why bother hiring a grumpy old fuddy-duddy in a fat suit when you can have a hunky Santa and two naughty Santarinas traipsing the market halls handing out candy? Nothing like a shiny, sparkling facade to draw the crowd.
My brother's moving to greener pastures. At least metaphorically. In truth probably more dry, dusty climes than green.
One of the amusingly quiant past-times that you see around the hospital - shared especially amongst the female nurses - is this.
I'm yawning.Seriously. It's barely after lunch and I'm still yawning. Deep inside - despite the general advice that sleep is beneficial, I think most highly-strung kiasu physicians actually look upon extreme lethargy as a form of weakness.
So what were we up to this weekend? Turns out to be a quiet one as Charming Calvin and I actually went around house-hunting.
Since Lanky Lex's unexpected coming out with the expected repercussions, the entire brotherhood has been busy circling the wagons to offer hot chocolate, moral support and spiritual succor for the newly outed fella.
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