The Long Goodbye...

I'm terribly sorry folks for the long vacancy and lack of updates. I'm not sure if you know, but my girl, was in Seoul for a couple of days and I'm going to pin it on exactly that.. :P

She was here specifically to visit me and it was really touching I must add... She's back in Singapore now, and like she said in her email, sometimes I'd wish she had drugged me and stuffed me inside her suitcase...

I'm trying to follow up with my updates but I seems to have hit a small writer's block. I still have 7 pieces including the remaining posts for the series "Band of Brudders" but I just can't seem to get the darn words out. I'm stalling yes but I'm trying my best...

Back to the topic at hand, seeing her again after so long has made me miss Singapore again, my friends, my family and of course the food... Among the many other things...

Oh, one more thing, I've got bad news and I've got good news... To make it easier to digest I'll start with the good news first.

Good News: My sister has found a full time job. *Hooray* I wish her luck and wisdom to deal with all adversities in and out of her workplace.

Bad News: Mr. Kyle Tan is going to depart Singapore for Moo Moo Land soon... Another one bites the dust. Its really sad to hear that he's leaving but we kinda knew this was going to happen. He's going to try and become a pilot it seems... I wish him and us all the best... ;P *Don't screw up Mr. Tan, it might be your last chance*

One last thing.... I want to bitch about something. The fucking damn inefficiency of the Korean Millitary Postal Service. I've been waiting for my damn enlistment confirmation letter for the past 28 days and its pissing the hell out of me.

"Give me closure!" Damn I hate to dangle... Days like these could be a whole lot better with a few bottles of Soju and a few kegs of beer... I think I'll go look right now, so pardon me if I'm uncontactable for a few days... ;P

*Time For a Laugh*

A 17 year-old girl tells her Mum that she has missed her period for two months. Very worried, the mother goes to the chemist and buys a pregnancy test. The test is positive. Shouting, swearing, crying, the mother says, "Who was the bastard that did this to you? I want to know!"

The girl picks up the phone and makes a call. Half an hour later a Ferrari stops in front of their house; a mature and distinguished man with grey hair and impeccably dressed in an Armani suit steps out of the Ferrari and enters the house. He sits in the living room with the father and the mother, and the girl and tells them: "Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem. I can't marry her because of my personal family situation but I'll take charge. I will pay all costs and provide for your daughter for the rest of her life. Additionally, if a girl is born I will bequeath her 2 retail stores, a townhouse, a beachfront villa and a $2,000,000 bank account."

He continues: "If a boy is born, my legacy will be a couple of factories and a $4,000,000 bank account. If twins, they will receive a factory and $2,000,000 each. However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?" At this point, the father, who had remained silent, places a hand firmly on the man's shoulder and tells him, "You fuck her again..."