"we" consists of a journalist-friend of mine from the STAR-ry days going back a decade and a half and Desi. Desi is mentioned in the third person as YL is reportng as objectively as possibly can,but friendshipof course inherently encompasses the emotive element, and there is never 100% objectivity.
Ah, who's this "friend"? My curio catty readers are now asking, eh?
Neither of us are telling -- just letting it be known we have had been part of a group of media mates meeting regularly -- like once a month or more often -- to banter over a rich meal. When Desi says "rich", it means not socialist but capitalist. I sometimes spellit as Kapitalist as analogus to describing a four-carat diamond ring, it's not 4C but 4K. Ladies, right? I'm not asking zorro, but his significant Otheras Zorro, masked or unmasked, is NOT significant enough! Frankly if you ask me, how does "zorro" feature here, I really don't know. As the sad cowboy song goes, with certaing things, "YOU (I) really don't want to know".
My handphone ringeth, not the Postman, the blighter has to rest on the Sabbath, so don't work him to death! It was my K-lahOK kaki nviting me to pop o'er, sing a few English songs.
PS: 8.14AM the day after.
I was dead tired after spending the badder part of yesterday in Koala Lumpuh. I AP for leaving the above post "hanging" -- it's like reading an INTRO of an essay, then the Postman Who Always RIngs Twice rings a third time. Now the lady -- remember Jessica Lange? -- beckons. WHO WOULDN'T LEAVE THE BREAKFAST "HANGING" TO GO FOR THE CONTINENTAL LUNCH-DINNER-AND-SUPERJAZZ?
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