bring on the Legally Blonde!
— posted at January 31st, 2005 by Jo in BlogHAH! OESTROGEN INVASION!
Yours truly has been invited to make the Sexiest Blog on the Net even Sexier. Fear the pink!
Enough oom-pah-pah! Hello everyone! It’s good to be in the company of three very sexy, very talented up-and-coming Star Bloggers who have generously given me a share of their limelight. Three weeks and five gazillion reminders to BLOG DAMMIT later, I’ve decided it’s about time I did. :)
So Horng demanded of me what business I have blogging on exclusively NAQ i.e. male (right guys? right?) territory? Exclusive until now, that is.
Hmph.
“Cannot issit now?”
“Haha, Joanne’s typical ‘cannot issit?’”
Whaaatever. Cannot issit?
Okay okay first post! What shall I talk about? twiddles thumbs in glee
I always have a lot to rubbish about—ask the ones who use their free off-peak minutes to call me at night when I am most mentally alert, but since this is my inaugural post I will naturally choose to leave everyone with a positive first impression and be exceedingly dignified and philosophical. (Did I hear someone say bullshit?)
WHY TRUE DEATH?
Indeed, why true death?
As opposed to a false death?
Apparently there is a killer new show on local TV these days called Dead Man Weds. Wednesdays, ITV, 10pm, and repeated on Mondays on ITV2. Ha, proof of a false death.

Oops, you can’t see the whole thing. Well, click on what there is of the picture, then you can. They cropped the bottom picture in the picture (picture in the picture?). The headline on that paper is ‘Pensioners Make Lovely Rugs’. Hahahaha. Oh, just click on it and you’ll see.
Notice I said apparently, o observant one. I have not a TV, nor do I intend to get one, though I was sorely tempted when they were showing Anatomy for Beginners, and still am since they’re showing Desperate Housewives, but I a) will be broke after Paris and b) will not give in to the TV Licensing people. Bully me with all the threatening letters in black envelopes (literally ‘blackmail’) you want. Get none and I won’t get done. LOSERS! I’ll watch my TV secondhand from now onwards—through the TV Guide!
This brings me to…
TAUNTING
I used to taunt my little…okay, maybe not so little, snigger...brother all the time for being fat. You will have heard me referring to him as a ‘walking balloon’, ‘human cannonball’ or ‘tub of lard’ on more than one occasion. Well, I don’t lie. He fits all those descriptions to a T. I never use the word fat on anyone else I personally know. Swear.
So one typical taunting day, when the sky was blue, and the birds were singing, and the brother was doing his usual thing, being fat…
Yan: bows head and chants, as if in prayer mumblemumblemumblemumblemumblemumblemumble
Me: What? Piece of fat?
Yan: loudermumblemumblemumblemumblemumblemumblemumble
Me: shuts up and strains to listen
Yan: sticksandstonesmaybreakmybonesbutwordswillneverhurtme.
sticksandstonesmaybreakmybonesbutwordswillneverhurtme.
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almost guilty
I wonder where the hell he learnt that. Everything he learns is from TV. Look, it has to be, he spends 10 hours a day in front of it. That’s why he’s so fat hey! The things they show on TV these days.
Speaking of TVs,
MICHAEL JACKSON
The security guard next to me zoomed in on a particular image on the CCTV and asked me to look.
(points at image of all the staff in the ward standing in a circle, gaping at the wall-mounted TV set spellbound)
SG: smirk I wonder what they’re watching.
I bet it was coverage of the MJ trial.
As I zipped past the water cooler, around which nurse A and nurse B were huddled in animated gossip, on my way to deliver a name list to the ward…
Nurse A: sticks out a hand to stop me DID MICHAEL JACKSON DO IT?
Me: Wha..?
Nurse A: DID OJ SIMPSON KILL HIS WIFE?
Me: Well I think—Nurse A: DID MIKE TYSON RAPE HER?
Me: ...
Nurse B: Ah reckon you can’t call dat rape. If she was in de position without her knickers on, and de court knew dat, she can’t claim de was rape! Innit?
Nurse A: Yeah! Egg-sackly! conspiratorial whisper you know what I think happened? I think she came onto him, yeah, and they slept together, and the next morning he—
Nurse B: He just left her in bed!
Nurse A: That’s it! He must have gone, “I’ll call you in the morning”, AND HE DIDN’T! slaps table
Me: listens in mute and amused amazement until SG pops his head in and asks if I will please hurry up with that name list because the head nurse just paged him for it?
Oh yay! Time to go home. More blogging next week and happy CNY!



