In another of Dash's hopeless attempts to clear her current cache of email from 515MB to 50MB, Dash found this following amusing chain of email detailing the superb crisis management skills of two of our SPRD alumni:
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(Scene: On 17 Jun 2005, Jason's last day at MCYS)
Joyce: "Hi People, Sorry can't join [in the farewell dinner] tonight. My lame excuse: I can't. Has cancelled a b'day bash to join [you all] but just got a crisis call from a friend who's quite down, so am spending friday night out with her instead. Jason, I dun think this is my last goodbye, but you take care and make sure you control your paedophilic tendencies esp among the boys k? For your talent and sweetness, am sure you'll soar high wherever you go... hope the nie 'training' won't be to gruelling (i.e., BORING) for you ;p why aren't you wearing casual clothes today?? Why are you at work so early today??"
Jason: "Hi Joyce, This is a crisis email. A friend who's supposed to have dinner with me tonight can't make it in the end. Apparently, that bitch got some crisis call from one of her friends. That's really demoralising. Made me feel real suicidal. I called SOS and the line was engaged. Then I called home, and realised that my cat died. What a terrible day! O, why is God doing this to me! This is really depressing. My piles are acting up. The world looks grey and I feel I'm incidental to the scheme of things. I look inward, and I realise that I'm a piece of shit. And it's the diarrhoea kind of shit. Can you come to the tonight's dinner? If you can't, I am going to kill myself so that I can be with my cat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
(Five minutes later)
Jason: "It's ok now. Go to your friend. I just called my best friend Mike Jackson and he said he will find me some "therapy". Tks!"
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kekek, mmm. Dash realises that the usual Jason-Joyce interaction/attraction take place in the following forms:
(a) Non-Fatal Play, including soft toys swooshing across the air (oft aimed at Jason's head);
(b) Almost Fatal Attraction, including the rare swooshing of heavy objects across the air; and
(c) Verbal abuse, which in small or large doses is strangely affirmative in nurturing more hurling of insults : )
For those who cannot picture this relationship and who require visual pictorials, attached below is a photo depicting the usual Jason-Joyce interaction during our SPRD Retreat in 2004 : )
Da(sh) in laughter management
1 comment:
This is hilarious!!!
Next time ask him to call A.M.A.R.E, safer than calling wacko jacko....
Lao Eh (discreetly from the 8th floor of a particular planning authority)
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