No TV

Yesterday, I ditched a social event so I could sit back, relax and watch Law & Order at home... but, I received no feed on my TV. The 'No Signal' came flashing in screensaver mode.

Not happy, I went to bed. It wasn't even 10pm.

Today, I have been cranky all morning, all afternoon and all evening - a bit like a mad junkie who didn't get his fix he thought he had but ran out.

I shall warn you that small talks during this time are to be avoided.

Week 21

When you see Week 21 for a title, you'd get an entry that is no less inspiring, of course.

I had so many meetings, especially this week that I lost count. At the end of it all, it felt like I got chewed like grass by cows - slowly and through four compartments. I dread some of those meetings in the manner men dread the talking when women say to them those four deadly words in one unnerving sentence: we need to talk.

If you organized a meeting without an agenda to start, you're probably a wimp. I'd buy you beer and make sure you know that. I won't show up because you will very likely piss me off, piss the team off and then piss yourself off in the end because of all that pissing-everybody-off you did, so it is best for you to piss off because your pants must be wet by now.

Meanwhile, my car still isn't home yet after two months and that makes this truly a week-twenty-one.

Travel April

I feel the gravity in my eyes.
I have to pack for a holiday.
I have 4.5hrs before I fly.
I think I would rather lay.

Though I look forward to being in Perth.
Though I look forward to chanting with the Manchurian soccer lads.
Though I look forward to seeing Dutch turf.
Though I look forward to seeing my family, Mum and Dad.

....but I stare at my bag,
Hoping for magic to wag...
For I often dread whenever I pack...
And before I know it, I am back.

Quinh likes going places, but never the packing.