I have a job now. It's some event coordinator thing. I'm supposed to do various jobs depending on what projects the company has. Not really enjoyable but I'm doing it for the money. Today, I went for job observation where I went with a full-time employee to see what the job was about. We had to sell charity tickets. So sad. Me. Tickets. Sales. Things that don't really go together. And I tried to be a friendly little bugger. That's why I got the job. I am a good actress. Planning to work until I have enough money to last me till university. Then, I'll quit and pick up slacking where I left off.

I will conclude the abuabugigigaga story since no one else is contributing.

Final part by Audrey

Mrs Abuabugigigaga! The wife he had left in Iraq all those years ago!
Once, he had been happily married and lived a quite, contented life in rural Iraq. Then, They had come. They had taken him away and questioned him. Beaten him. Tortured him. Kicked the lights out of him. The secret police had suspected him of being a member of the underground resistance working to topple Hussien's "goverment"(everyone knew it was a sham. Hussien was a dictator. When they had done with him, they had deported him from the only home he had ever known and banned him from ever returning on pain of death.
Left without a husband, Mrs Abuabugigigaga had been unable to travel out of the country as she had no other male relatives. (Women could only travel outside their homes with a male relative or risk being arrested)
So, how was it that his beloved Mrs Abuabugigigaga was standing here, right before his eyes? As he hugged his wife, Mr Abuabugigigaga saw the words under the wrapping paper of the box :Fedex. We live to deliver.
Only Fedex can deliver anything anywhere in the world within the shortest time imaginable.
THE END

Christmas Day is over and the leftover food is almost all gone. My christmas miracle happened when I arrived home after buying the last minute ingredients for the Christmas Eve feast and found my grandmother at my home, just discharged from the hospital. She was perfectly fine and ate damn a lot too. Thanks God-y.
Anyway, I need money. I need money.

This morning, my cousin cancelled tuition to go to Sentosa.
Went out with Adela and Hubert to buy Christmas food in the afternoon. We had so much to carry. After struggling all the way from carrefour in suntec city to the city hall mrt station, Adela suddenly realised that she was supposed to meet her friend at Orchard. So, Hubert and I were left with about 10 bloody bags to carry.
I was supposed to have dinner with Jun and Wen but it was cancelled at the last minute when wen realised their mother was coming back from thailand. Everybody seems to have something better to do.
Then, my mother called to ask hubert and I to go visit my grandmother in hospital. So we went. She has just had surgery to investigate a probalem with her arteries or something. Doctors also found that she has a lung infection that hasn't cleared up after a 10-day antibiotic course. I know where that infection came from. During his 20-day vacation to Australia, my uncle left 3 rabbits, 4 hamsters, 1 tortoise and a bird at my grandmother's. His family had not been taking good care of the animals and the bird had an infectious respiratory disease. Airborne.

No, the world ain't a beautiful place. Even if it is almost Christmas.

I am anxiously awaiting the next episode in the abuabugigigaga story. Will anyone deign to contribute?

I finally completed the application forms for Yale today. bloody complicated. Why do they need 2 essays? Lucky I have a big ego, else it would have been much harder to write those essays. I sent them to an editing service and the woman said that they were good enough to be submitted unedited but she edited them anyway. You see, the customer is always right, even when they are not.
Boon is working at hotel rendezvous as a waiteress and I'm having a rendezvous with her after work tomorrow. I recall how Jason used to say ran-des-ves instead of ron-day-voo. Wonder what's become of him and the rest of the 31/03 people. Liling is living it up in Las Vegas til January so there's no enthusiastic little bugger to organise a gathering. Soon, all the guys except penguin Foo(who is enlisting in March) will be shaved botak and and kicked in the ass by their commanding officer. As far as I know, they are all hoping and praying not to end up up in the same platoon as Zamir because he'll probably get everyone into trouble.
I'm currently working (sort of) as a tuition teacher. Teaching my cousin English as an excuse to go to his house to steal chocolate from the refrigerator every monday and thursday morning. I hope to get more students soon or I might just have to get a full time job as I am quite broke due to my rather extravagent christmas expenses. Anybody know anyone needing english or GP tuition? On the other hand, I am sort of enjoying the carefree zero responsibility life.

part 3 by Jun

And... ALL OF A SUDDEN, the melodic music stopped and on came the disco lights with the rhythmic techno bead. tu tu tu tu tututu. Instead of prancing in circles, the present was floating in rectangles. What seemed like a dream became all real again. -BAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRHHHH- The sound of the trumpet blew and a greeen figure came out of the box and out came mrs ABuabuGIgigaga!!!!!


* comment by me
surprisingly warm response to the abuabugigigaga story game. Wasn't expecting anyone to bother. Seems that I am not the only bored person afterall.

part 2 by Wen:


the soft constant thumping sound continued throughout the night. the rhythm of the organism pounded along with mr AbuabuGigigaga's heart. doop doop doop doop. in fear, he eyed the present closely.his heart started beating faster and all of a sudden, the present started prancing around the room. In utter shock, mr AbuabuGigigaga laid there stunned as the present prance in circles around him. music from a carousel started playing. nothing seemed to be real anymore.

I remember the story game. One person begins a story which is then passed on to another person who continues it and so on until it is time to end. I want to play that game here.
Here's the first paragraph:
(Part 1)
12 days before Chirstmas:

The present had been placed under the christmas tree. Nobody knew who it was from. There had been nothing under the tree last night and this morning, it had simply appeared there. Mr AbuabuGigigaga had shaken it, put his ear against it and given it a tentative sniff. He still had no idea what it contained. It wasn't christmas yet so it would be wrong to open it. But WHO could it be from? In the middle of the night, a soft, constantl thumping had begun to come from the mysterious wrapped object. Abuabugigigaga had been more than a little spooked. What was under the gift wrap and who could IT be from?

* If any one is reading this blog and wishes to continue the story, pls email a paragraph to zhangbaby@hotmail.com with the subject "abuabugigigaga". I will select the best (my opinion only) entry for each part of the story so if your paragraph doesn't get featured, try again for the next part. Deviant and perverted stlyes will not be discriminated against. If there is no one reading this blog, I shall be forced to complete the story myself which wouldn't be much fun.

Gloomy skies and too much TV make a person reflect on life. All the important questions about what you are here for and whether you should have a life plan. Do I have to know what I want to do for the rest of my life? Everyone seems to know what they are doing. Adela is goin to be a vet. LL is going to be a speech therapist. Hair stylist. Architect. Musician. Computer Programmer. Dancer. Teacher. How did they find their "calling"? How come they know?
Me? I think I might like to be a fighter pilot. My mother says to try for a scholarship from the airforce. Then I think that the military life is not for me. No place for naughty people in the army. I think I might like to be a musician. Then again I don't like practising and I got dangerously close to manslaughtering the new music teacher yesterday. I think maybe I'm evil and I need lots of money but law really bores me. I think maybe I won't do too bad as an academic lecturing, researching and all that. But where's the adventure in that? I have considered so many professions and none seem suitable. I am at an advanced age to not have a concrete ambition.
My mind wanders in an infinite number of directions, some rather alarming. (double agent for India and Palestine, Orang Utan hunter etc. You get the drift) Meanwhile, the body reclines on a sofa in front of the telly and dilligently wastes away.

I played hangman with my Hubert today. For over 4 hours. No one won.

Christmas is coming! The weather is getting cooler and it keeps raining. I keep hoping that the mercury will go down a bit more so it can snow.
I'm 18 now. I can buy 4D and bet on football matches though I hope I'll never be tempted to engage in such activities. Everyone who gambles knows that what they are doing is putting more money into the pockets of the rich. Who needs regressive taxes when you have so many people complusively disposing of their income in this manner? Anyway, this issue only entered my mind because I suddenly thought of how all the adults in my family like to note down "lucky" numbers to "buy". Dumb. I might possibly be the first smart adult in the family if I don't succuumb to the lure of the game with 4 digits.
Yesterday, I watched 3 movies. I was feeling smug and self-satisfied at having succesfully survied to br 18 years of age. I asked to buy the tickets to Blade Trinity (nc16) and the bloody woman at the box office had to ask to see my IC. Damn. As I gave my tickets to the girl at the entrance of the cinema, proof that I was above 16 was again requested. Double damn. I was about to murder her in cold blood when she turned to ask her colleague what dateb it was and wished me happy birthday. Whew, close shave for her.
It was a good birthday. Movies and good food. A lot of food of course. And I am still smug and self-satisfied that I am 18. People born late in the year sometimes feel a great sense of achievement when they get older by a year.