It's difficult to explain what newspapers do to me. Its like what chocolate fondue does to those sweet-toothed ladies (& men).
Today's Sunday Times is a good therapeutic treat. In about an hour & a half, I exercised all senses of being.
When I read about:
- how the late Dr Wee Kim Wee's doggie He Ping pined in vain for her master in the study room they once shared... My eye sockets became mysteriously flooded with natural saline.
- how casino mogul, Steve Wynn, all hot and bothered over the apparant micro-management over casino-design issues, told government officials "But you don't tell an expert how to do an expert's job. You ask"... I almost fell off the chair as I bellowed with peals of respectful laughter.
- how chairman of A*STAR, Mr Philip Yeo, said "i want Arnold Schwarzenegger types.. who are fighters and thinkers.. not first-class scholars looking like water lilies.. yellowish bookworms..", & "I don't want whinning Singapore boys.. they give me so much trouble and waste our precious time"... I grimaced & did a 3-min soul-searching. Am I Missy Arnold or Miserable Wormy?
- how more and more naive souls get sued over defamatory remarks made on their blogs... I froze with fright & instantly scanned all memory files for hints of insubordination & malice. "BLOG NO EVIL" - I had been warned. Perhaps, like what was advised in the papers today, "the most secure blog you have is the Microsoft Word in your C drive".
Sue me not. I am merely a yellow bookworm savoring my chocolate fondue.
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