Category: laughs

Huis Clos

“Huis Clos”, which is French for Behind Closed Doors, a play written by Jean-Paul Sartre. It’s a play about three people who died and went to hell, and was placed in a room. And the whole play revolves around what happened in the room, hence the title ‘behind closed doors’. I won’t spoil the fun of reading the play for you, but the gist of the story is that they soon realized that they each annoy the hell out of one another so much so that they came to the conclusion that “hell is other people”. If you’re interested, the English title for the book is “No Exit”.

But the reason why I’m writing this has nothing to do with the book itself, or the moral of the story. The reason is this:

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Every morning I go to work, and I have to go through this door, walk down a corridor to the very end of it, to get to my home base at work. There it is, the “No Exit” sign. It wasn’t too long ago that they put it there. And so every time I see this sign, I’m reminded of the play, and I can’t help but chuckle. Whoever’s idea of putting this up must have a very dark sense of humor. 😂😂😂
 
Or it could very well just be coincidence. Okay fine, I’ll admit it most likely is just coincidence. But it doesn’t take away the hidden link and humor that only I seemed to get. No matter. I’m fine with being the only person who finds it hilarious.
 
I’ve since shared it with a few of my friends, whom I’m not sure if they entirely understood what I find so funny, or if they thought I think of them as hell. I hope it’s not the latter. :/  And I hope I don’t need to clarify that I never thought my workplace or my colleagues are hell to me.
 
That’s it for this random post. Happy Saturday peeps!

Study Break

This is one of my favorite songs that has been on loop during the heme-onc block:

This is a nerd version of that song that’s just priceless. Hilarious! Enjoy:

The Chicken Residency

Every now and then, I will dream of some bizarre, out-of-the-world stuff. This afternoon nap was one of such occasions.

Plot:
I was in a car with some friends on our little expedition of treasure hunt when the heavens opened up and poured gallons of water like there’s no tomorrow. Reluctant to just stop somewhere and wait it out – God knows how long we had to wait – we kept on driving wherever the road would take us. When we finally came to a stop, the sky was clear, and all of us got out of the car for some breather. To our right was an abandoned construction site, and not too far ahead was a tiny path that seemed used, leading to somewhere obscured by the abandoned building. Out of curiosity, I walked along that path, and it led me to an enchanted world of animated objects, which both befuddled and tickled me at the same time.

A few hundred yards down the path, I began to see signs of liveliness, something completely opposite of what I saw outside. Indeed, more than that, I saw rows of dancing, singing apartment buildings painted in solid vibrant colors. They looked more like town houses, or semi-D’s, actually, but they were all moving and swaying with the background music all the same. Awestricken, I continued walking down the path, not caring if my fellow travelers were with me. Just as I was wondering if I’d bump into anyone, a house full of chickens came out to greet me as if I were an old friend of theirs. I went along with it, careful not to offend them by saying things like “uh do I know you” or “have we met”. Just as I was about to enter the Chicken Residency, there was a poke behind, and I was greeted by an elderly chicken name Doc. Doc came over to me and hugged me, yakking away about things I know as much as I know about the different types of flowers (read: nothing at all, or very little). From the way he walked and talked, Doc seemed to be the head of the household, or someone very important. So when Doc invited me to stay for the night, I accepted. Then came the Butler Chicken, who brought me my meal – oh nice, I get to eat! I opened up my polystyrene box, and guess what was my dinner? Chicken Rice. CHICKEN RICE!!!! Of all things!! The irony of it all.

Here’s the better (more bizarre) part. I proceeded to eat my chicken rice, wondering why, of all things, I was served their own kind. Out popped a tiny man in my chicken rice yelling at me, asking me to rescue him!! This miniature man that smelled like soy sauce popped out of nowhere in my box, flailed his arms to catch my attention and said to me, “help! help!” I couldn’t help but asked him how on earth did he appear in my box of rice. “Well, look, don’t tell anyone, but the cucumber slices are actually my port key. Here, let me show you how it works.” ……

End of dream. I woke up wondering what happened to the mini-soy-sauce-smelling-man. But hey, don’t you think this is a little similar to the Frog and the Princess! Haha this could very well be the Oriental version of it, and maybe, it could even be a potential Disney hit! 😀  Anyway, here’s a sketch of how Doc looked like. (I had no paper so I drew it at the back of an envelope). Enjoy. 🙂