My date with M was horrible. Social-wise it was good fun, date-wise it was rubbish for the simple reason that we couldn’t stop laughing. I know why they say laughter is contagious. Or maybe we had slightly too much veuve which put her in an overly coquettish mood, too much for my liking actually. Besides, we had postponed this “date” for such a long time that the initial hype had all dried up. All my previous acts of chivalry - she had gotten used to, so there was little for me to impress her with. Sometimes, relationships need to gather momentum. Things
have to move on quickly before culminating in something great. Time equals impact. The longer you take, the less the impact. Anyhow, I’ve maintained that she isn’t the kind of woman I can take seriously (which is good AND bad), and she’s better off at arm’s length.
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The roof in my veranda gave way today with great aplomb. Imagine me reading V.S. Naipaul, and all of a sudden this piece of roof collapses without warning. Enough to scare the shit out of anyone. Dad says architects have to get used to this kind of thing. I say
Bullshit, architects are supposed to prevent that from happening. But we live in a cheapskate contractor-wannabe-architect-Phua-Chu-Kang-style construction industry in Singapore where economic importance presides over quality. That’s how architects lose business.
KABOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!
Stupid pile of debris which
I will probably have to clean up later.... *snarl*
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