Paul : Update the blog dammit.
Calvin : With what? I can't find anything to write about!
Paul : OMG. You serious?!
The man just isn't the type to kid around about such things. Find it quite amazing that he finds himself at a loss actually since on any given day, I find dozens of things to write about from the mundane minutiae of my so-called life. Perhaps I really am a Chatty Cathy since sometimes I find so many small hilarious incidences during my workday ( I swear the oddest things happen in the hospital! ) that I have to prioritize and pick out only the most appealing. And sometimes the most palatable since I doubt talk of regurgitated stomach contents and flying placental bits is suitable for public consumption.
Hell, what should I write about...
And the things I see on my regular trips to the mall - waiting for Calvin - can be quite amusing too. Such as the giggling gaggle of Iranians huddling around the weighing machine waiting for their turn. The amazing thing was they were all husky, hairy and - male. Perhaps the heaviest would be excluded from paying for dinner. Or the fact that I bumped into a sexy male model in a bookstore the other day and could barely keep from falling over to bite his ass.
Yet there are things that I miss out during the week and fail to note in this online journal. Such as Big Bicep Barry's Bowwow Banquet. An advocate of proper meals consisting of cucumber, tofu and alfalfa, the man was suitably horrified to find that his intrepid foreign workers have been adding some unusual forms of protein into their diet. And though I was distinctly hopeful, it wasn't the liquid protein sort advocated by Bel Ami. Seriously. Little puppies and poodles, please beware. Really. No wonder you probably won't find stray dogs around that particular industrial area.
Or the day I met the Christian Charismatic who wishes to salvage my wicked soul and whose burning ambition it is to lead me back into the flock. Sorry. Unless you're hot, hung and armed with big guns like the guy in the pic above, it's gonna be difficult persuading me :P
Or even Handsome Hui's latest inamorata who insists on being an unsolved mystery - that I half suspect he's a runaway South American Drug Lord. Hell, if beauteous Gong Li can be a believable Cuban in Miami, Scruffy Saul can certainly be Colombian.
So. Nothing to say, Cal?
16 comments:
WooHOOOO! First in line AGAIN! *dancing in twirls* LOL! I was going to say something clever, but it eludes me now. Calvin with nothing to say? I guess that's why opposites attract. Paul is Dr. Chatty Cathy and Calvin is our Naked Mute Mime. :D
I've been told (by a friend from Guangzhou, who knows these things*) that dog tastes just like lamb. I'm not very keen on lamb, so I think I'll give it a miss. On the other hand, I do like lamb kebabs - so maybe dog kebab would be ok?
*He was deliberately trying to shock. So we told him all about special British delicacies like black pudding and deep-fried Mars bars.
Heh, the liquid protein was the first thought that came into my mind too. Bet some of Barry's foreign workers do include it as a dietary supplement. ;oP
I... am speechless.
Annie, does Paul always protray me as naked or somewhere in between? I knew it... Heh.
Oooo.
Calvin naked...
Dem it Calvin, you made me forgot my comment...
Naked or In-Between Calvins? Why yes please, All of the Above? LOL!
*running*
Don't hurt me Paul.. Bah hahahaha
that Paul, always describing things in detail.
once, a bunch of us were talking about dogs (long story), when a co-worker made a revelation that she has eaten dogmeat once. everyone was silenced for a while. i could never look at her the same way again.
and im with c.c on this one. if i have nothing to say then nada, nothing (which is why sometimes you find me posting once a week only :D)
HAHAHAHAHA
That's all I can comment today as I'm still down with the sniffles after being caught in the rain :P
according to the crystal ball, calvins don't really like to talk much, but they sure love to be admired and praised.
Can Calvin and Paul and i get together for a 3some?
nv
*Paul running after Annie, me running after Paul*
Asmadi is so right.
Gasp! You are SO right, Las Montanas, I adore you!
NV, should be alright, but I... won't talk much. Heh.
Have I just mumbled a bunch of things? That's pretty unusual...
perhaps it's not that cal has nothing to say - maybe, just maybe, he doesn't want to steal your thunder.
Or maybe c.calvin can't get a word in edgeways with all these Chatty Cathys around la. ;oD
Charming Calvin is too busy running after Paul to talk. Don't ya see him? He's out of breath trying to catch our doctor.
Run Paul Run!
Don't mind us, we're just admiring from afar. LOL
I can go weeks without updating my blog. I do a lot and I always think "I should blog about that" but then days later I forget about it.
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