January blight

The title means absolutely nothing but I would hate to leave it blank because every other entry has a title. Maybe that's a form of OCD as well, the strange desire to have a title for every single blog entry. At least it's not an overwhelming urge to wipe a surface THE VERY moment a single molecule of water hits it. Even if its morning dew condensing on a banana leaf somewhere in Punggol, Jules will be there with a piece of tissue paper to wipe it dry. You should really work in F&B all your life, such dedication is hard to find.

I got a tarot card reading last Friday from a friend and it's always interesting to get things like that done. Be it palm reading, tarot card reading, tea leaves reading or intestinal reading, it's always interesting to have someone tell you about...you, because we all love talking about ourselves. (Which doesn't excuse the trend of companies adding a prefix of "i", "u" or "my" to their products' names, by the way.) Although I am leaning towards not believing in supernatural or occult-related subjects such as these, I can't say that I'm not intrigued by the accuracy of tarot card readings. I mean, I did pay US$5 for an online tarot card reading, didn't I?

Also, the intestinal reading part was not something totally made up and randomly created by me. There was a documentary on Discovery on this South-East Asian tribe (I didn't catch the whole thing) and they have witch doctors whose jobs are to inspect pigs' innards and make predictions based on that.

A prediction went something like this:

Doctor Jones: "Ahh, the part above this part looks like a coconut...which means... ... ... ...rain."
Assistant: "Ahh yes, rain. Good call, doc."
Doctor Jones: "Yes...rain indeed. Now that I have done my monthly prediction, where are my hos with free-hanging tits and hallucinogenic powder extracted from wild mushrooms?"

It might be a bit subtle but some parts were not actually part of the original conversation from the documentary.