Tinker, Tailor

SO there I was, standing inside a large florist shop, surrounded by rows and rows of pretty flowers - sunflowers, roses, carnations… and plenty more that I’m unable to name.

But who cares about the flower names? It had been a hectic morning at work, so it was really calming to be surrounding by so many lovely flowers. I took in a deep breath, taking in the sweet scent of the flora around me…

It was a clever decision of mine. My colleagues and I were having lunch at the foodcourt just a floor below. After lunch, I decided to come upstairs just to explore a little while they went on back to the office. I was sure that none of them knew of the existence of such a beautiful sanctuary so close to our office where we could just pop by to sooth our souls.

Standing there in that beautiful and sweetly scented environment, I admired the flowers more closely.

The roses looked fake. In fact, they were fake.

“So which of these are fake?” I asked the florist.

“All our flowers are artificial,” came the answer.

I went back to the office.

Jane, the colleague sitting in front of me started groaning. It’s really not that unusual, except that this time it was louder. Then she went “oh my god! oh my god! oh my god!”

“Biscuit?” offered Sue, who sits next to her.

“Chewing gum?” I offered. Yes, I do have a stash for emergencies like this.

“I WANNA KILL MYSELF!!!” went Jane

“Scissors?” “Knife?” Sue and I responded simultaneously and respectively.

We’re such helpful colleagues.

Twitter seems to be down.

The bad news is I’m suffering from withdrawal symptoms.

The good news is the withdrawal symptoms are driving me to blog.

I suppose I’m someone who just needs some form of release through textual expression. It used to be mostly through my blog and perhaps IM and sometimes email, but with twitter and facebook coming into the picture and being so much more convenient, they’ve largely taken over, like how some guys prefer easy girls than girls who play hard to get (I really need to think harder for a better analogy).

Of course, if you don’t know me, you only get to read my blog and twitter. Okay you can email me too, but your mileage may vary. (Girls tend to have higher mileage with me, particularly those who meet my criteria.)

In other news,

I was just talking to someone about the 8.22pm thing this Sunday, where all Singaporeans are encouraged to recite the Singapore pledge at that time.

That’s fine if you’re attending the National Day Parade with a whole crowd of people around you - it feels good to be reciting the pledge with a whole lot of people, hearing it thunder all around you, making you feel like you’re part of something much bigger.

But please, if you’re at home with only a few people, you’re gonna feel pretty stupid doing the pledge thing in front of the TV, unless your screen is massive and your surround sound system engulfs you. Or if the whole HDB estate is also shouting out the pledge.

As for me, I might just be on twitter, if it’s up.