A summary of the CNY celebrations. The usual reunion dinner with the family and several gatherings with friends. The lo hei and the feasting. Oh, I kept to my 5 pieces of bak kwa quota! And it was a good thing I didn’t set a limit to my intake of pineapple tarts and other assorted goodies. YUM!

A man riding a motorcycle with his right hand (and holding a cigarette with his left) hit my rear at a zebra crossing last Thursday. I didn’t stop abruptly. He came crashing five seconds after I had stopped. And because it was the first time that my 4.5 year old car took a bashing from behind, it took me another few seconds to realise, “What’s that sound? Oh! Accident!”. A real himbo moment there.

I alighted to find the uncle in his 60s sitting on the ground. The first thing I did was to ask if he was all right. He apologised profusely and asked if he needed to pay for anything. “Oh ya hor! I haven’t looked at my poor car!”. Another himbo moment. Hahha.

There were some scratches on the bumper. Simple paintwork will do, I think. Considering his age, I decided not to badger him over a couple of bucks and went off after he maintained that he didn’t require any medical attention. My friends kept telling me that he could be some well to do guy riding a lao pok motorbike to conceal his wealth. Whatever. I might have tekan-ed someone younger, but I just thought it was bad karma to traumatize an old man who had just fallen off his bike.

Well, it was one accident when I drafted the entry last night. It’s now one accident after another.

I was driving to the office at 6+ this morning when I heard a loud thud on my right rear. I was on the move, so I was obviously looking ahead then. I peered at the mirror and didn’t see anything. “Probably a stone.” I discovered later that there was a huge dent. I suspect the idiotic driver in the next lane bumped into me or something. Damnit.

Nine days into the New Year, and I have developed a slight phobia. Maybe I should stop driving and hire a chauffeur.

Went to Resorts World Sentosa twice last week. For Stef’s concert on Tuesday, and to the casino on Thursday.

I listened to the radio on 14/2 with much amusement. They interviewed the casino’s first patrons, and it was no surprise that the soundbytes came from a group of senior citizens. “没有啦，没有啦。小赌而已啦。我去云顶去到怕了咯。今天就来这里咯。没有啦，没有啦，小赌而已。” The other one was classic, “没有啦，没有啦。我的家人很迟才睡醒的。我就白天来咯。晚上回去吃饭刚刚好。没有啦，小赌而已。”

Notice the similarity? “没有啦，没有啦” －－没有什么？You rush to the casino on its opening day (and the first day of the CNY) and you actually expect people to believe that you are not hard core? Hohoho. Why can’t they admit that they like to gamble? Gambling is not a problem, but denial is. And denial is usually step one to problem gambling.

I’m not going to deny the fact that I’m a casual gambler and that I went to the casino last week. However, I’m not going to talk about the casino visit on air, and I’ve already declined two interview requests from the print media on this. It’s a form of entertainment, and it’s also a vice. Yes, I did it, but there is no need to harp on this via public platforms. Especially when I have some impressionable young ones reading my blog and listening to my show.

To the guys who are going, good luck and HUAT AH! Let’s all play responsibly and not turn into problem gamblers.

“My friend asks if you’re single. She wants to know you.”

I heard this line not once, not twice, but three times during the CNY period. Woah. When did it become fashionable to go out with a piece of lard? Hahahha. Raised my brows three times because my friends went on to say that the ladies were highly eligible, in terms of looks and careers. Wah. 那她们为什么要委屈自己呢? :p