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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Let HO-HO-HO, Shop, Slack & get Fat!

Like wow, it's Christmas in 2 days and I am only blogging about it now. Roar. Blame that procrastinating trait in me.

The month of HO-HO-HO, otherwise known as December, has also been a month highly desired. Aside from the normal cliche of it being the season of love & joy and whatever shit, to me, this is also a month whereby I am warrant to HO-HO-HO, shop, shop, slack, get fat & shop; all in the name of Christmas. (Mere excuses I know)

Work has never been plausible. Lovely in fact. With my boss sipping sake in Japan (for the whole month), I have taken it upon myself to ensure the smooth operation of the whole base. Everyday, my schedule will be jam-pack with imperative actions/decisions mandated (for the smooth operation).

Such quintessence would usually comprise of reading My Papers (You know that free newspaper publication that they distribute at MRT stations), working the threadmill, flipping the past issues of 8 days (that adds up to a lot), going for extended lunch & tea breaks, browsing through The Straits Time, yakking on the phone and browsing through even more of The Straits Time. (Soon I'll be engaging the cleaner's help to clear those Strait Times)

Seriously, even I'm amazed by how enthusiastic and sedulous I can be towards carrying out my duties. I always know that somewhere, I have this hidden uncanny love towards my noble job. And I am glad i have found it. =X

Oh on the topic of nobility, thou has actually taken it upon myself to save the world (Ok fine, maybe just Singapore) from the looming recession. In a short time span of I-don'tknow-how-many-days, I have actually bought tees, tees, belt, tees and whatever not that I now lack the balls to check the balance of account.

Gawd. And this does not include the two Fourskin berms, Zara top & Fred Parry jacket that I so fervently intend to get. On hindsight, I should relinquish this sacred & stately 'noble' ambition and return to being a mere mortal. Damn, just when I thought I was about to ascend to royalty.

Speaking of which, it does not help that Christmas is synonymous with eating, which is turn is synonymous with getting fat. Damn. With the up-coming Christmas gatherings, feasts, company BBQ and likes (that involves food); well, for those intending to get me a Christmas present, it would be good if you throw in some of slimming pills/teas, cellulite busting gel/cream and even a face-roller. Oh, let's not forget those Mary Chia's voucher too!

Merry Christmas'08 folks =)

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:23 PM |