Looking and not seeing

She hates me, she positively HATES me with a passion and she nurtures that passion dutifully. Just now as I was walking towards the restrooms, my paths crossed with a certain individual and even though the corridor is not wide enough for a sumo wrestler to pass through comfortably, she waltzed on by as though she knew me not. In hokkien we call this syndrome "kwa um pat" or literally "see don't know". To top it off, she gave a very dirty look to the ceiling as if the fault lies with it.

Admitedly, I am not exactly crazy about her. Okay, that's putting it mildly, I think Bush and Osama has a cordial relationship compared with ours. Although I try to move on and at least display some semblance of civility in our relationship, I think the feeling is most definitely not mutual. Not that I am really bothered to do anything beyond that other than blog about it during times when I have absolutely no inspiration whatsover. Whatever. Surely there are more important things worthy of my time, like for example watching my nails grow, counting the number of times my colleague whines about her depression and reading about Chee Soon Juan's latest rant. Yup, there are better things to do.

Anyway, moving right along, I believe my 'boliao-ness' has reached new found heights or depths if you like. I was checking my emails last night and bitching with Ms Kiew on MSN when I decided to comment on and reply a rather how should I put it, comment worthy email. So I did and I concluded I am too boliao. Well it's hard to really explain the situation without giving more details that may risk offending the protaganist in the unfortunate event that she finds my blog. Then again, stranger things have happened (right? Mr Woo. For example Ms P stumbling on your frenster profile) on the world wide web. So anyway, parties who are privy to my evil thoughts probably would agree with my conclusion. After all, I did forward my reply to some people, thereby even further lowering their already poor opinion of yours truly.

I think I am too free. Not really free as in nothing to do, but more of restlessness. After all, it has been a while since any noteworthy events have occured in my life. The only deviant from my routine is my big move, sucks, I know. Even as my friends around me pepper me with interesting developments in my life, I don't think I can regal them with anything other than the latest happenings in my industry or my insightful analysis (read: nonsensical rants) on GE2006.

If you have known me long enough, such prolonged periods of tranquil inactivity is fertile ground for my wicked devious schemes. The last time I was in this state of mind, I set out to investigate whether there is truth in suspicions of homosexuality in an old acquaintance. Findings? It's not absolute but the based on the observations of 3 out of 4 reasonable man, little doubt remains. It's a pity Captain is not in town, else he would be a very good ally in hatching evil, evil birthed in boliao-ness.

Stay tuned.......