Anything more domestic than decking the halls with Calvin? I know. Kinda early to be putting up all the Christmas trimmings but I can't possibly let the department stores ( and Jaunty Jared! ) beat me to the punch, could I? I usually tend to go a bit crazy over baubles ( so pretty! ) so let's not even discuss the sinful amount I spend on trimmings every year.
The endless twists and turns of the legal system have always piqued my curiousity and I'll admit that I actually toyed with the idea of taking up law once upon a time.
December marks the end of the year - and for most of the 9-to-5 fellas who work hard for their money the rest of the time, it also signifies the time to let their hair down at one of the many dinners, parties and soirees in town.
It's that time of the year again. Kinda a yearly tradition for me. I know I'm obliged to release this to my friends and family so I might as well share it with you guys online.
Deep inside the tropical jungle of condominiums and shoplex, there lies a hidden, secluded enclave of huts where an infectious rhythm of drumbeats has started to play.
Since the White Rabbit mistook the time, the Mad Tea Party has been postponed till better climes. The fact that the Queen of Hearts - now a role solely given to the Tradimum of Lanky Lex - is sweeping around the palace grounds wailing 'Off with their heads! is reason enough to lay low for a while.
You'd better watch out. You'd better not cry. Better not pout.I'm telling you why!Cause Robinson's has the right idea to get their cautious customers ( in our uncertain markets ) to loosen their purse strings a little! After all why bother hiring a grumpy old fuddy-duddy in a fat suit when you can have a hunky Santa and two naughty Santarinas traipsing the market halls handing out candy? Nothing like a shiny, sparkling facade to draw the crowd.
My brother's moving to greener pastures. At least metaphorically. In truth probably more dry, dusty climes than green.
One of the amusingly quiant past-times that you see around the hospital - shared especially amongst the female nurses - is this.
I'm yawning.Seriously. It's barely after lunch and I'm still yawning. Deep inside - despite the general advice that sleep is beneficial, I think most highly-strung kiasu physicians actually look upon extreme lethargy as a form of weakness.
So what were we up to this weekend? Turns out to be a quiet one as Charming Calvin and I actually went around house-hunting.
Since Lanky Lex's unexpected coming out with the expected repercussions, the entire brotherhood has been busy circling the wagons to offer hot chocolate, moral support and spiritual succor for the newly outed fella.
Am I all that intimidating?Trust me contrary to popular expectation ( and malicious character assasination reports ) I'm about the sweetest fella around.
My family's not very high on emotional outbursts. Rather than descend into rip-roaring bitchfests with screams, slaps and sobs, we tend to opt for terse but civilized discussions over the dinner table.
Procrastination.Take it from someone who has become somewhat of an expert when it comes to procrastination, it actually becomes worse the longer we put unpleasant things off.
Forget about San Francisco. Forget about Sydney. Forget about Amsterdam.Hang on to your tanktops, sequins and feather boas, boys! Seems like the gayest place in town these days is our very own fabulous little island of Penang.
What is it about old frenemies? Bet most of us have them. Classmates who have been with us along the peripheries of our cronies since we were all schoolboys in blue shorts.
Everyone hates to be the bearer of bad news. And that includes doctors. Unfortunately listed in the purview of our work, we are generally expected to relay devastating life-changing news to our patients - and their assorted relatives - on a daily basis.
Dreaming up a suitable alliteration for someone I know isn't all that easy! Such is the case for the Legal Beagle.
At least that's if Fabulous Fiona gets her way. At the moment, my Lushes are all single for the time being - possibly after holding a secret midnight pact to dump all men - but it seems as if Fiona's not really much into the old-fashioned ways of matchmaking.