Breakfast Blurbs

Thought this might come as a surprise to those who marvel at my incredible volubility, there are actually days when I find myself running out of things to blog about. Some of the things I do on an everyday basis are so pathetically mundane I doubt even I could bear reading it myself. Like every other average salaryman, I rush out of bed to go to work in the mornings and come back late in the evenings after running my various errands. In these jaded times, paying bills, buying groceries and dragging my clothes to the laundry just doesn't seem to excite as much attention as it probably did in the times when wandering cavemen would find a flickering flame near miraculous.

Then fortunately, something momentous occurs that practically begs to be posted. That happened just this morning and despite my groggy, semiconscious state, I just had to write! Somehow during the process of writing my blog, I've gained some little notoriety online and that has apparently caught up with me since just this morning as we had a celebratory post-call breakfast, Shameless Shalom suddenly blurted out that she's been following my scandalous exploits.

It was quite the anti-climax for the both of us actually since no glaring spotlight flashed on me ( much as I always imagined it did for the Paul of biblical times as he wandered aimlessly around Damascus possibly searching for the mall ), the earth didn't crack open to swallow the hardly-ever-sinning heathen ( though some sin with Chris Evans certainly would be worth the penance ) and thankfully, I wasn't accosted by a throng of militant gay bashers armed with broken bats. Already hideous homely enough and I wouldn't need bloody bruises to add to my charm.

Since it wasn't the first time I'd come out to someone, it actually didn't occur to me to scream like a schoolgirl, issue a blanket denial and crouch under the table in hiding either. Hell, it might have come as a bigger shocker to me ( and certainly far more titillating tidbit of gossip! ) if Shameless Shalom had revealed to me that she was harbouring the lusty unborn child of Handsome Hui.

Still it was a bit of a surprise - that my blog has obviously found its way to the computers of even my close friends! How did that happen!! - and a little embarassing to realize that some of my less savoury comments might have been read by the presumably innocent. :) What must they think of me?! That I'm some crazed, libidinous sex maniac who lusts after oblivious big-biceped guys? Well, that's partly true but that doesn't mean I'd want it broadcast to the public :)

So despite railing over our overly politically-correct, mealy-mouthed generation, I shall have to lay off some of my skankier comments ( like the fact that I found one of my fresh-faced patients yesterday absolutely scrumptious and would have gladly asked for his number if he wasn't obviously pure jailbait! ) and at least make a fair attempt at some proper decorum.

And obviously since she could be lurking silently around ( instead of composing a blog of her own! ), I shall only speak of Shameless Shalom from now on in impossibly glowing terms - with no mention of her cavorting in a supertight figure-hugging sarong kebaya and her jiggling kerongsangs :P

Oops. I did it again. Ah hell, she already knows I'm evil.

You Are 84% Evil

You're the most evil person you know. The devil is even a little scared of you!

How Evil Are You?

God, this doesn't sound very good, does it? No wonder Big Bicep Barry's scared.