blue sky holiday
The only thing worse than having a bad day is having no one to drink with at the end of it.
Lately I've been having a lot of bad days. I don't know if I've gotten more impatient or everyone has gotten stupider, but I keep losing my temper, especially at work. This morning I shot off an angry email to a copyed who changed my story after I left the office yesterday, and then at night I yelled at an incompetent PR.
Life is getting too stressful. I just need to be alone.
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8:32 PM ::
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poem rhyme-off
One of my earliest memories of Shiyao is of him frantically trying to finish writing enough poems in JC1 to submit to some creative arts programme. Chief among those was a poem about milk bottles, which neither of us can remember clearly now but to which we always refer fondly. Today we attempted to recreate the poem in our respective styles (Shiyao: angsty moralism, me: cheap superficiality).
Shiyao:
milk bottle, milk bottle
how i want to throttle
you slim white neck
before i throw you back
and gulp down calcium
that was not in my nestum
but when you are dead and broken
and long forsaken
you still bare your barbs for all
especially those who on you fall
so remember this, people:
a broken milk bottle is still lethal.
Me:
bottle, bottle, full of milk
your liquid goes down smooth as silk
but as a drink you lack some cheer
i should have bought a bottle of beer.
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4:26 PM ::
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