[the publish of this entry was delayed momentarily, due to health concerns] IIC meeting was productive and fun, as it has always been. At least for me, it is. There were 2 new members (3 actually, but Audrey's still in Aussie), both whom I happen to know from past associations. Chriss was at her usual best, sprouting ideas at such breakneck speed that I could hardly string any 2 sentences together. She would then return to her stoning pose before the hyper clock within her prompted for more mayhem to be created among us. Dickson, on the other hand, was quiet. He is the chief artist behind this year's nicely done NBS booklet. A wicked thought broke loose within my tired brain for a moment, as I schemed on using his Photoshop talents for my own glory. *evil grin*

Free gift was a major topic in today's conversations. At KFC, we talked about executives getting excited over the free gifts (pens, umbrellas, and such) we gave away at a HSBC roadshow. At the IIC meeting, we mentioned about giving free gifts (in the form of goodie bags) to appease the anger of losing contestants. What's the great lure of free gifts, that makes most Singaporeans raise their eyebrows upon hearing the nice ring that comes along with the word 'free'. I mean, what's the big deal? It probably won't cost you more than you could afford. And in most cases, the free gift would probably be rendered useless very soon. And as if a gift ain't free enough, we've got to add a 'free' in front to make it look free-er. And we happen to be the dominant species on this island. We are truely fantastic! I seem to have cultivated a habit for blogging. Accordingly to my gal pals, they have a name for my problem. It's called the Compulsive Blogging Disorder (CBD). CBD certainly sounds bad. The mental struggle that surfaces everytime I try to contain CBD is stifling. The urge to blog would become so unbearable that I've got to poke myself with needles occasionally. Or burn myself with cigarettes butts. Internal dialogues that advice me on the pros (CBD sounds bad enough to have any pros) and cons would then proceed. At the rate I'm conversing with myself, I swore I would end up at IMH sooner than later.

[logging into Blogger] Me: Man, I've got to blog this thought down. Me: CBD! CBD! Me: Argh!! [minutes later] Me: I MUST blog it! I couldn't resist! Me: Sigh, at least wait till it's 24hrs after your last post. Me: Why? Me: So that at the very least, people won't know you've got CBD. Me: Fuck you!! But good point.

I truely believe CBD is a guise to curb my writing interests. Whoever started spreading rumours of the devastating effects of CBD must be nailed.