Much ado about nothing

My friend was commenting that I had not posted anything new lately. I have no inspiration actually, I wrote a couple of posts which I thought was plain rubbish and decided not to write. Then again, one of my favourite shows used to be Seinfeld, which in essence is a show about nothing. So maybe something can be created out of nothing.

Of course one of the main reasons I have absolutely no inspiration is that nothing of significance occured lately. Of late, my life seems to revolve around work, bitching and oogling at girls. Speaking of the last point, even my office receptionist seems to know I have this problem. Cos every time I walk past her, I glance left to the other section where a really chio girl's (the subject matter for my previous post 'crushes') office is. So much so that she has taken to giving me an update on where the girl in question is. So last Saturday as I was going downstairs, the recept said "Aiyah, you just missed her, she went downstairs just a few seconds ago!". Just to entertain her, I pretended I was in a rush for the lift. So anyway when I went downstairs I saw her talking on the phone and all. As I was contemplating my move (usually that's all I do), this huge monstrous dog came from behind the pillar and I jumped. Literally. It was like a cross breed between a dog and a wolverine and a grizzly bear. Why do people like such huge dogs? They must eat an entire lamb everyday for starters and proceed to the buffalo for the main course. Suffice to say, I slinked away to avoid being spotted by her in my pathetic petrified state.

Anyway, today I meet an old friend for lunch. We haven't really sat down and have lunch for like........ half a million years it seems. And we used to be like the best of friends. His mother remembers me, my mum remembers him and so on. Anyway, as we were talking, he asked if I remembered when we fought in Sec Two and things were never quite the same ever again. I certainly remember the fight, not lest because I came on top but I digress. Anyway, neither of us could recall what was the incident that caused the fight, we suspect its a girl but the only girl that both of us were ever interested in came in the picture two years later I think. But its a real pity, I think we still get along well in spite not having met for like an eternity. Perhaps if either one of us put in more effort to keep in contact as opposed to chasing skirts we would still be great buddies and all. I kind of wonder if its too late, after all he is getting married next month and usually married men have different priorities.

Funny thing is, like a previous post I wrote, I never really took the effort to meet up with friends. In fact, since three years ago, I don't think I put in any real effort even in chasing skirts. I am now really 'nuah' in this aspect, sometimes I feel like going out, other times I rather stay at home with my PC & PS2. In fact my idea of a perfect time of male bonding is my buddies coming over my house to play some Winning Eleven. Conversely a perfect date to me is at home watching DVDs. Of course now that my dad is perpetually showing me a black face, the outside world looks cool.