The Saga Continues...

I realised that I do have friends checking back on my blog for updates on Cyber Babe and WRX. Hmm... If you're wondering about last Sat's supposed BBQ, CB (OH NO WAT AN ABBREVIATION!! I SOOMPAH I didn't mean it, SY) didn't make it in the end. Neither did I, until I did a last minute U-turn after I had a quarrel with my husband on Sat night.

Anyway, in case SY is reading this (and I know you are, babe), WRX makes KILLER Tiramisu.. Very fattening, very heartwarming, very nice. Come on lor, which guy makes Tiramisus nowadays?? I bet my hubby don't even know what Tiramisu is. ;P

Last I heard is WRX has added CB on his msn list, and they're conversing via msn (which is a good start). Let's hope something comes out of this..

* Oh ya, I realised the smallest model of Subaru ever made was Subaru Vicki and not Legacy which actually is bigger than Impreza. Sorry la, I'm a lady after all~

Saturday Night Afternoon Quarrel...

It's hard being a wife, even harder being a working wife (thank the good lord I'm not a mother yet cos I think I will jump out of my window if I am.. Haha.. And end up at my patio since I stay on ground flr), AND EVEN worse when your hubby is a huge MCP.

Anyway, would like to share with you what happened on last fateful Sat afternoon. (WRX: I'm sure you'll be interested to know) On an average Sat afternoon, my hubby would nap, since he works on Sat mornings. So as usual, he napped, while I did housework. After maybe 1-odd hour, I went to check on him, and he woke up, and said, "I'm hungry.." "What's new?" I thought. "OK, I make egg sandwich for you" and I walked out.

So there I was in the kitchen preparing the sandwich; added condiment, whipped the egg, added oil to the pot and so on. Then I remembered that he complained my egg looked like a pancake the last time I fried one for him, and I figured it was cos my pan was too hot, the moment I poured the egg mixture in, it quickly turned into a almost-burnt pancake. SO, learning from experience, I quickly just threw the egg in, and HE walked past just at the very moment and shouted, "WHY THE PAN NOT HOT U FRY THE EGG?????"

Like it's the worst blardy mf-ing sin in the whole wide world.

And I said nicely, "Can you don't interfere in my cooking?" just as he took over the "ladle/what ever u call the thing-to-fry-with".

In a fit of anger, he threw the "ladle/what ever u call the thing-to-fry-with" onto the floor, egg and all. TMD.

He stormed out of the house. I (took a bath first) stormed out of the house. That's it.

Dua Pek Gong Night

Have you heard about/felt the tremors from the North Sumatra quake last night?? What quake you may ask, and I absolutely echo your thoughts. Anyway, would like to share with you what happened last night:

(1.07am, house phone rings)
Me: (scrambles in the dark for phone) Ha...l..l...o...
Hubby: Hallo!! Darling!! Are you ok??
Me: (tired voice) Wat you mean? I sleeping mah..
Hubby: Got EARTHQUAKE leh.. Everybody is standing along Tanjong Rhu Rd now!!
Me: (vision of walking dead along Tanjong Rhu Rd) Huh? What they doing there?
Hubby: I'm driving home now, I'm serious! There was an earthquake, didn't u feel it?
Me: No? Don't bluff la...
Hubby: Really! Go look out the window..
Me: (reaches for specs, climbed out of bed, walked to balcony, drew curtain open) Nothing what!
Hubby: Really la!! I asked the security guard, he say earthquake in N. Sumatra, everyone so scared ran downstairs.. Then I asked him where's my wife.. He say.. 'Sir, no see your wife leh'.. Knn.. so U still sleeping like a pig...
Me: (silence)
Hubby: For a moment I thought everyone was standing outside becos of some Dua Pek Gong night.. you know... bai4 bai4 at night..
Me: =_="

* I swear I didn't feel a shit, neither did my 2 dogs stir at all.. wtf...

I Wish I Had 30 Hour-Days

Not that I love living life, but somehow I just can't seem to finish my work in 24 hours! (considering I need to eat, sleep, clear dogs' shit, do housework, watch 7.30pm drama and WORK)

* and this was written on the 24th and i'm posting it only now.. *_*

Cyber Babe & WRX

Women~ What can I say about them. Ok, so I am WOMAN too, but at least I pride myself in being decisive (most of the time). Just read SY's latest blog entry talking about her happening Friday (going fishing) *crow fly past* and how she still has "no plans for saturday and sunday yet". =_="

DID I HEAR NO PLANS FOR SATURDAY AND SUNDAY YET?

Tmd, if my 24 year old brain did not fail me, I think I still remember asking Cyber Babe out to a wonderfully planned BBQ session this weekend. That being the most interesting affair of my 2005 up till now - an excellent chance for me to matchmake Prince Charming on a White 220horsepower Subaru WRX and Ms Cyber Babe aka Research Guru. And who knows? That may very well end happily ever after with little Cyber Babies and Subaru Legacys running around. Wonderful.

GS300 & Honda Jazz

If you were/are a guy (still in Uni), and have fellow friends (also in Uni) who can be potential gfs, and one drives a GUN METAL Lexus GS300 while the other drives a BLACK Honda Jazz, which will you choose?

GS300: Looks like a cross between Sammi and Joanne Peh. Attitude problem though.
Honda Jazz: Rich family, looks tiong (means something like cool issit?), pretty, recently heart-brokened.

Comments pls?

*update* Oh yes! Forgot to add that you own a WHITE Subaru WRX. Phissssshhhh.........! LOL

Tekong Camp Vs Nee Soon Camp

Sometimes I really don't understand... We're all workers getting a paid salary to maintain a certain standard of living, but why must some behave so XXXXXXly (cannot find a word to describe) towards others of the same working level?

Example: Happily drafting proposal away, I heard boss1 barking at a fellow colleague, and so I web-smsed colleague.

Mayo: wah lau.. why he so bad mood slammed the phone on you??
Colleague: it's not directed at me, it's the client's fault*
Mayo:but not so nice for him to shout at you ma.. like a dog..
Mayo:he's always so easily worked up
Colleague: (really cant remember exact msg but something with the effect to the fact that it's not directed at him)
Mayo: not directed at you? U are so docile.. haha.. docile SNAG..
Colleague: You don't know the story so don't judge that he was shouting at me. His frustration was not directed to me. I don't understand you also, and why these things bother you? Should I quit and shout back?
Mayo: I don't know the story and i'm not interested to know. But just wondering how you can take it that he barked at you like that.. But looks like..
Mayo: looks like u dun mind at all.. oh well.. sometimes don't understand u.. as long as u're happy! hua hi tio ho!

* not stated in exact words, cos I was so mad after that, I deleted the smses.

In the first fucking place, I was trying to be nice to make small talk. And even if I don't know the full story, the conversation started off with me merely exclaiming that the superior shouldn't shout at an employee like this. The last time I heard was him bark like this, was at SC (who has left by the way). Sorry if I'm wrong, but this is a democratic society, and we don't owe anyone a living, not even if we're getting paid a million bucks a month. Kindly correct me if I'm wrong.

Anyway, one lesson I learnt from this episode is - Never take it for granted that people will be grateful for your concern. And never assume everyone is from the same camp as you.

Now I truly understand why others tell me to watch out for the person from the other camp.

**By the way, I love it that I've finally have a space I can express my feelings... : )

Sound of Music

Okay, yes I know it's too early for me to post another entry. But.. but... BUT...!!! I cannot take it. I feel that my insides will swell with unthinkable mush, causing my body to inflate like a Harry Potter aunt and explode in unglam fashion if I don't let off some steam at least. (people who are car owners/coffee-making machines owners will know that you should NEVER EVER open the cap of the water tank when the machine is HOT, and should unscrew little by little to let off a bit of the steam, unless u like geysers, or maybe fancy a cosmetic facelift)

Anyway, the object that is causing me much headache (real throbbing ones) and anguish is the fucking music in my office. Ever since the launch of Lush99.5, my colleague has been faithfully tuning in day by day, evening by evening, the minute he saunters into the office at about 9.29am (before 9.30am is acceptable by company standards).

I'm not against chill-out/lounge music or any other types of music for that matter. But it gets on one's nerves when you keep hearing the jingling ching ching ching music (can hear but cannot hear clearly type as radio quite far from me), lyric-less and poseurish..... The music (if you may call it that) churns my brains into juice, and I can feel it literally dripping out of my ears... ARRRGGHH (somemore, coupled with "cute" boss1's loud telephone ethics)

I.........A..M.............S..O...........DY.....I...N....G.......

Ok. Back to work kiddos.

Nicknames & Passwords

Ok, seems like everyone is having a blog of their own, and due to my sadistic nature, I want my friends to be tortured with excerpts from my walking-dead life as well. But before I start my cruel torture, let me thank my dear ex-colleague SY who wowed me with her floating musical notes on her blog (being the techy web developer that she is) and showed me the wonders of blogging.

So, in the heat of the moment, I ACTUALLY signed up for an account. And I have to stress that I HATE to sign up for anything, ANYTHING at all, due to all the user names and passwords that I have to fabricate (and hoping no one will guess them too). But seriously, how creative can one be with all these BS, considering that you have to remember AT LEAST your username, in order to log in in future. And also, considering all the flaming and not so nice things I'll be writing on this blog, I also figured that I should hide myself behind some psuedonym. So I had to spend another 3 minutes and 48 seconds cracking my brain to think of a suitable nickname. God help me pls.

BINGO! Got it!...... Hence the million-dollar-question from SY via msn real time now - "Why packetmayonnaise??"

Knew you'll ask that my dear.

Because I do not want to use my real name. Because I'm not a creative soul. Because I'm stuck in my stone-cold office in front of my germs-infested computer (I hate to think of all the invisible shit on my keyboard too) and all I have on my desk are piles and piles of useful/waste paper, 2005 calendar, angbao packets from my superiors, GNC supplements, packets of ketchup, chilli etc etc etc.... and a packet of REAL MAYONNAISE (FOC courtesy of the golden arch people).

Question: WTF is the packet of mayo doing on your WORK desk anyway??
Answer: Because I ain't got a fucking life and I spent my Monday lunchtime with some boring client who can't make up their mind, and after that on a concall with some Chinese shit for a grand total of 15 mins (with 45mins trying to get them all on the line. FUCK.) Due to all this happening activities, my boss4 and I had to tabao double cheeseburger meal back to the office and have our pathetic lunch at 4pm. And here's the real answer anyway: I'm a cheapo auntie who asks for many packets of sauces and now they're all sitting on my desks. (Best thing was I didn't use any of them)

Oh well. There you have it - My very first blog entry!