Friday, January 05, 2007

Homecoming

Roughly 3/4 of the holidays have passed. Needless to say, your's truly is obviously busier in the holidays as compared to term time. Such are the pitfalls of being such marvellous company that everyone wants a little bit of that limited entity which is I.

Am in a thoroughly good mood today as a particularly generous aunt has pledged a sizable amount for this charity group that I am helping. Pleasantly surprised for sure as your's truly was expecting 0 replies, since it was only an email sent out. Now be honest people, how many of you would actually open an email with the word 'donation' spelled out clearly in the title. Obviously, for a person as pristinely respected such as oneself, one would be quite certain that everyone would read it, and then comment as well as affirm the high standing that your's truly is placed within your esteem. And then go 'well, I'm sure someone else will donate and so I'll give this a pass.'

Another interesting fact this month is the way your's truly has been used as a weapon of mass destruction. Ha, and from this, one is not merely refering to one's exceedingly large instrument. But rather, being used as an emotional weapon to be unleashed on undeserving creatures. It is amusing to say the least. Needless to say, this thus affirms oneself as a true embodiment of a superior species.

Furthermore, your's truly went for carolling as well, thus dispelling swiftly with one movement, the notion that choirboys are wussys/homos/sistas/batty boys. Truly revolutionising the entire meaning of being in a choir. FACT, your's truly was given the task of delivering a monologue, one in which was obviously dispatched with the utmost authority. Lucky for my brother, who does have abit of his excellency's genetic code, he did do a commendable job of delivering the monologue in chinese. Obviously, nothing can go wrong when you are that closely related to your's truly.


Once again, this is your's truly, signing off.