Sunday, June 18, 2006
I think I'm getting my blogging groove back, finally two back-to-back posts.
My sister brought a guy home today. Picture this, recruit haircut dude just chilling on the sofa with my parents on both sides stoned out, transfixed or at least pretending to be transfixed on the tv. I don't blame them, I probably wouldn't know how to react if my darling daughter brought someone home for the first time. I walked into the living room, dumped my 12kg saxophone in the lounge and got myself a hearty mug of reverse-osomosis-processed water(i have one of those machines ).
Then I asked him, "Eh did you bring flowers?"
He said,"No, but I got her birkenstocks and a T-shirt."
wah kao eh so thats where my sis's birks come from. I need a girlfriend, a rich one. Kind heart and good looks optional, just big on the moolah and all's sweet. Interested parties please take a number from my agent and I will get back to you shortly.
If Operation get-hitched-to-a-heiress fails then I think I'd live out my days as a bum, preferably somewhere warm like Miami or Costa Rica. Working hard to get rich is way above my head.
Now I'll go count my birthday smses...
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at Sunday, June 18, 2006
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