RocketJim's

Just in case many of you are wondering, I am all alright now. I guess I got over it a little too fast but there is no point crying over spilt milk. Like I was telling a buddy, it's either I am naturally optimistic or I am always in denial. Still, one can't languish in bitterness for yonks. Life is so short! I want to thank everyone reading this because all of you have tried to cheer me up. :)
And with this, I am blessed! *hugs* Thank you, people.

Now Jim is busy looking for jobs in the civil service but apparently the Government is gonna axe 3000 people in the coming 3 years. Way to go! PM Lee is so supportive of my decision to stand on my own feet. Still, if a door slams in my face, there is still a window open somewhere. (Or someone who will gladly punch the dude who slams a door in my face!! Har har.)

I never did pay much attention to the Seventh Month (or Ghost Festival) until last night, at a gathering with my female buddies, a pair of them commented that it's spooky how there was in increase in 'MRT accidents' in the past couple weeks. I lean to the school of thought that there are more drunkards now who walked and fell onto the tracks. Or Japanese wannabes who frequently throw themselves onto train tracks. I am sorry, I really don't find humour in this but I am appalled why some people want to end their life like this. Ouch.

Anyway continuing on the thread, due to the spooky festival, my mum has banned me from swimming and staying out way past midnight. (For those of you who don't know better, swimming during this month is potentially dangerous since invisible hands may grab your legs and drown you.) Not that I am a believer but there isn't point arguing with your parents over invisible hands. I can swim and stay out late for 11 months and that, to me is suitably adequate.

I miss my Flats 7 Ghost Story telling night.