LC's coming home
A spurt of colour in my otherwise black day....
LC's coming home. Finally from the Land of Oz. My guardian angel, I truly appreciate the times when he kept me sane with those lengthy long distance calls from Australia in the middle of the night. I recall all his advice / admonishing. Being the nephew of the Attorney-General of Singapore, he's never mentioned how wealthy he really is until Des leaked it to us. It took approximately two years before I discovered that fact. LC's extremely candid, brutally frank and humble, which is why I respect him a lot. Beating around the bush isn't his nature. Born with a silver, no, diamond spoon in his mouth, he lamented about his stepfather's extravagant splurges on daily fine dining, 4-figured sums on dinner, no less. Flabbergasted? Well, I was. Being the juvenile adult he is (yes, an oxymoron indeed), the only food he's craving for this instant is.......wanton noodles at City Plaza. Gosh, he's dripping with money and yet he's such a scrooge. My best friend is finally coming home, albeit for a transitory short week. We were astonished at the realisation that we've been firm buddies for seven years! In case anyone is wondering, our relationship is strictly platonic. He is like a wise, elder brother I never had.
In a 3-way conversation with Di on the phone, she mentioned that her father had made some major losses in his business and so the Samuel family had to move out of their $6m pad at Orchard Road to a $4m bungalow along Upper Thomson. Dix is complaining about the lack of a lush garden they had previously, where he could practise his weird antics involving combinations of backflips and handstands. LC teased Di about moving away from An and that juvenile bantering continued for a while among the three of us. Di is going to resign from Microsoft Australia and returning to Singapore. She claims that she misses me too much, to which I snorted in mock disgust. More importantly, she misses the gaggle of siblings at home.
Both of us agree that LC is nuts. He doesn't need the dough but he's started work as a croupier at a casino which is an hour's drive away from his university. He's played in the VIP room, with stakes as high as 6-figure sums! Fortunately, he hasn't made any significant losses to warrant a lashing from his mother. By "significant losses", he meant less than 10k at a time. (!!!) Apparently, he became bored with placing bets and decided to occupy the position on the opposite side of the table instead. N-U-T-S. In his defence, LC stated a two-prong rationale: he could stop losing money and curb his decadent habit while actually gaining financially with pure hard labour.
My two closest pals are on their way home. Somehow, that provides momentary relief.
LC's coming home. Finally from the Land of Oz. My guardian angel, I truly appreciate the times when he kept me sane with those lengthy long distance calls from Australia in the middle of the night. I recall all his advice / admonishing. Being the nephew of the Attorney-General of Singapore, he's never mentioned how wealthy he really is until Des leaked it to us. It took approximately two years before I discovered that fact. LC's extremely candid, brutally frank and humble, which is why I respect him a lot. Beating around the bush isn't his nature. Born with a silver, no, diamond spoon in his mouth, he lamented about his stepfather's extravagant splurges on daily fine dining, 4-figured sums on dinner, no less. Flabbergasted? Well, I was. Being the juvenile adult he is (yes, an oxymoron indeed), the only food he's craving for this instant is.......wanton noodles at City Plaza. Gosh, he's dripping with money and yet he's such a scrooge. My best friend is finally coming home, albeit for a transitory short week. We were astonished at the realisation that we've been firm buddies for seven years! In case anyone is wondering, our relationship is strictly platonic. He is like a wise, elder brother I never had.
In a 3-way conversation with Di on the phone, she mentioned that her father had made some major losses in his business and so the Samuel family had to move out of their $6m pad at Orchard Road to a $4m bungalow along Upper Thomson. Dix is complaining about the lack of a lush garden they had previously, where he could practise his weird antics involving combinations of backflips and handstands. LC teased Di about moving away from An and that juvenile bantering continued for a while among the three of us. Di is going to resign from Microsoft Australia and returning to Singapore. She claims that she misses me too much, to which I snorted in mock disgust. More importantly, she misses the gaggle of siblings at home.
Both of us agree that LC is nuts. He doesn't need the dough but he's started work as a croupier at a casino which is an hour's drive away from his university. He's played in the VIP room, with stakes as high as 6-figure sums! Fortunately, he hasn't made any significant losses to warrant a lashing from his mother. By "significant losses", he meant less than 10k at a time. (!!!) Apparently, he became bored with placing bets and decided to occupy the position on the opposite side of the table instead. N-U-T-S. In his defence, LC stated a two-prong rationale: he could stop losing money and curb his decadent habit while actually gaining financially with pure hard labour.
My two closest pals are on their way home. Somehow, that provides momentary relief.
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