I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

WFH
Today I resolved to complete some of my tasks at home, after dinner because it was a crummy day to be in the office. It was raining, and the first workday of 2006, and I should start the year in a aza-aza-fighting sorta way, right?

But here I am three hours later, restless, sniffling, headachey and tired. Aiyah. How can like that?

Maybe it’s the negative energy I’m accumulating for swearing under my breath at

• all those fatass indolent oafs who can be found stuck to the grab poles in public transport. I find that one of the most inconsiderate things to do: depriving everyone else in that cluster something to hold on to so you can rest your fat ass around the pole shows a complete lack of civic mindedness. You’ll see these oafs in MRTs and at the exits in buses.
• the SFP and SFL who just drift around the streets obstructing anyone who has a life. The SFL [Sei Fei Low] is the male counterpart of the SFP. A good collective term for both would be SFY [Sei Fei Yeah].
• mindless drones who like to stand right in front of the lift doors – as if they’re the only people taking the lift. Look, people WILL walk out of the lift. Just because there are no yellow lines painted on the ground, doesn’t mean you can’t apply the “let passengers alight first” rule to lifts!

I need to find out how to swear in Korean.

Fat Charlie Nancy
In better news, I finished Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman. Not the best thing since sliced bread, but it was certainly better than a lot of other stuff I’ve been known to pick up from time to time. That’s what I like about reading the same author. There’s hardly any other way to describe the kind of fiction I like. Back to the Gaiman, it was light and quirky and generally a pleasant way to pass the weekend while I just stayed in alternately in the loo or in pain. I’ve also been thinking about Stardust again. It is such an enchanting story – it’s about fairies, and is sorta Sandman-esque.

Just started on Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke. It’s kinda like what you’d get if you squished Neil Gaiman and J.R.R Tolkien together. It’s a light, somewhat quirky read, yet it’s got these weird details and footnotes. I’m personally not a big fan of fancy footnotes. Clever – somewhat. Distracting – terribly. It’s a thick book though, so I hope I finish it, like I finish all the Gaiman books.

Yay! Day 3 in the year and I’m already reading more. Hee. Goodnight.