Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Johnny and The Bomb
Okay everybody. It's about high time I realised this.
This gal is a babe. No, make that The Babe. She is The Authority on Anything and Everything there is in Singaland.
She's the bomb, complete with fiddly clockwork anti-tilt mechanisms and complicated red and green wires they always show in the movies.
She is so hot my keyboard is melting as I write this, so all you psychotic male freaks who read this blog trawling for evidence that re-minisce is losing it or as serious as an NMP, go do something constructive and browse her site.
Cough. (for anyone who's wondering and hasn't got the brains to figure it out by now, the whole cough deal is a discreet cough thingummybob.)
This post of course has everything to do with said female assisting re-minisce in obtaining a large quantity of... rather... entertaining items at bargain prices. No specifics.
If I try hard enough, I can even ignore the sound of the sea......
*****
Movie Moments
I dunno about the rest of you, but my life has been filled with a lot of movie moments, or at least freakish coincidences.
It's been a dry season of late (when I was younger, they came hard and fast, and were always attached to a particular female individual, and the way we... flirted around with each other. In Her aftermath, they've tailed off quite a bit) and most of them have been non-interactive, but of a decidedly more... odd nature.
Take for instance the girl on the train (you'll have to dig far, far back for this one) back in London whom I tempted fate to have me walk into again. Naturally, as I was thinking this, I walked into her again, quite literally.
Anyhow yesterday after teaching one of the junior doctors how to tie a knot (not like that, you filthy minded freaks... a surgical knot. NO NOT LIKE THAT EITHER.) I knocked off work, thought nothing more of it, drove across the country to the gym, abused myself for an hour-and-a-half, dragged myself out the gym and began the long haul back home. My mind, as ones mind does, wandered after a while and I thought a little tiny bit about her (cough. Nothing to do, of course, with the fact that she's quite probably in re-minisce's opinion anyhow rather aesthetically appealing), looked up and nearly bumped into her walking down the road.
Shrug.
*****
Phat!
Deep in conversation with the best buddy tonight over all sorts of superficial topics, conversation meandered.
Re-mi : Yeah so you yanks (best buddy has spent long time in the states, and is there again full-time, and now says "different than". Ha.) say Phat like it's a good thing right, so yeah tomorrow I'll go tell that house officer (re-minisce tends to dwell on things.... not many conversation-worthy things happen in his life so he dwells. okay?) that she's Phat!
You're Phat!
Best Buddy : You're pathetic. (okay, he said something else but it was equally uncomplimentary, and alluded in two syllables to re-mi's utter incompetence wrt american-english linguistics.
This gal is a babe. No, make that The Babe. She is The Authority on Anything and Everything there is in Singaland.
She's the bomb, complete with fiddly clockwork anti-tilt mechanisms and complicated red and green wires they always show in the movies.
She is so hot my keyboard is melting as I write this, so all you psychotic male freaks who read this blog trawling for evidence that re-minisce is losing it or as serious as an NMP, go do something constructive and browse her site.
Cough. (for anyone who's wondering and hasn't got the brains to figure it out by now, the whole cough deal is a discreet cough thingummybob.)
This post of course has everything to do with said female assisting re-minisce in obtaining a large quantity of... rather... entertaining items at bargain prices. No specifics.
If I try hard enough, I can even ignore the sound of the sea......
*****
Movie Moments
I dunno about the rest of you, but my life has been filled with a lot of movie moments, or at least freakish coincidences.
It's been a dry season of late (when I was younger, they came hard and fast, and were always attached to a particular female individual, and the way we... flirted around with each other. In Her aftermath, they've tailed off quite a bit) and most of them have been non-interactive, but of a decidedly more... odd nature.
Take for instance the girl on the train (you'll have to dig far, far back for this one) back in London whom I tempted fate to have me walk into again. Naturally, as I was thinking this, I walked into her again, quite literally.
Anyhow yesterday after teaching one of the junior doctors how to tie a knot (not like that, you filthy minded freaks... a surgical knot. NO NOT LIKE THAT EITHER.) I knocked off work, thought nothing more of it, drove across the country to the gym, abused myself for an hour-and-a-half, dragged myself out the gym and began the long haul back home. My mind, as ones mind does, wandered after a while and I thought a little tiny bit about her (cough. Nothing to do, of course, with the fact that she's quite probably in re-minisce's opinion anyhow rather aesthetically appealing), looked up and nearly bumped into her walking down the road.
Shrug.
*****
Phat!
Deep in conversation with the best buddy tonight over all sorts of superficial topics, conversation meandered.
Re-mi : Yeah so you yanks (best buddy has spent long time in the states, and is there again full-time, and now says "different than". Ha.) say Phat like it's a good thing right, so yeah tomorrow I'll go tell that house officer (re-minisce tends to dwell on things.... not many conversation-worthy things happen in his life so he dwells. okay?) that she's Phat!
You're Phat!
Best Buddy : You're pathetic. (okay, he said something else but it was equally uncomplimentary, and alluded in two syllables to re-mi's utter incompetence wrt american-english linguistics.
