I tried telling Steve that the New Year isn’t going to be as bleak as he thought it would be, and he went, ‘Oh yeah? That’s what you said last year (2003), and look what happened?’.

Then he tells me how miserably stupid he thinks he’s been, because he waited till past midnight to send 300+ New Year’s SMSs, thereby using up his free SMS quota for the month of January.

I wanted to say ‘I don’t have time for you, Steve’, but a friend’s a friend’s a friend. And one day I might get as morose as him, and might need someone to irritate. But bless poor morose Steve, because he mustered enough leftover energy to make a donation to the Tsunami relief charities. Onya Steve, you have one redeeming factor. Maybe the girl you’re not quite seeing will see that in you, and you might just get some New Year’s nookie.

There was however, a very nice New Year’s Day dinner at another friend’s friend’s, and there was a good spread of Christmassy food, a bunch of people I didn’t know and didn’t have the energy to talk much to, and a large plasma screen television that was screening some foreign soccer match between Liverpool and Chelsea.

The bunch of people I didn’t know were watching the large plasma screen television, while some others I knew were replying to SMSs from last night on their phones, while another was reading The Da Vinci Code.

Then the soccer match finished and the host turned off the large plasma screen television and announced that it was time for Pictionary.

But because my work year starts today, and I have some work to prepare at home and a mother to fetch to church in the morning, I excused myself from the fun and came home, turned off my phone, worked a bit, slept a bit, woke up, sat here at the computer and forced a blog post out of my arse.

“Doc! I’m very worried ‘cos my stools are a little yellow!”

Surf stop: Life in Singapore (not work-safe)
iTunes’ party shuffle is playing a copy of: Life On Mars – David Bowie – The Best of David Bowie 1969/1974, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn’t steal music.
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