ah the inner narcissist has overwhelmed my uptight catholic nature once again. sigh. so i am posting here again. while keeping the livejournal one up still.
i am not even asking myself why.
:)
just the other day, a business friend of mine popped by the office. i call him chinafan becoz he is in love with the "sights" of china and assorted mountains. so chinafan came down for kopi, with assorted china-members (other china travellers with similar inclinations) having just returned from a 1 month "gruelling" shanghai trip, which "was physically and mentally taxing" with a smile.
(having done my 4 trips tour of duty in china, i am sufficiently equipped with the knowledge that that meant simply: many women, not enough time.)
anyway, we ordered our rounds of kopi. halfway through exchanging notes on the philosophy of chinese women (major studies) he suddenly turned to me:
chinafan: hey before i flew, there was one day i was driving home listening to lush, vivien tan.
me: ah-huh.. hot chick man. *drink kopi*
chinafan: yeah yeah major hot. anyways, then they suddenly went into poetry, something about candle and candle being blown out, and then suddenly, they said your name.
me: yeah what i write one of course they must say my name ma. *drink kopi*
chinafan and assorted china-members: whoa u write poetry ah?
me: yeah, fuck i told you guys this before.
chinafan and assort china-members: oh, no wonder you gay lo.
me: nabey! * _|_ all round *
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listeningto: ray by aimee mann
reading: but anthology
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