The Patronizers

No, it's not the latest rock band from UK.

It's the much detested category of 'friends' I touched upon in my blog entry yesterday. One of them is testing my nerves already...but I will do him that favour and arrange for a meeting with CF. Afterall it may be interesting, exchanging opinions on the changing labour market.

As for the other one, if you dun hear from me anymore (MSN, yahoo, emails, sms, phone call, skype, whatever....), you get the picture. You suck.

Appreciation

My Division didn't forget. :) They got J to send me an email, arranging for a meeting at 4pm yesterday. Unsuspecting, I walked into the meeting room only to find Boss there also. Then the chocolate chip muffin with one candle was presented to me by Sweet Susan. Aw.......

Thank you!

Pseudo vs Ex

I wondered to :B which is better where frienships are concerned- a pseudo one or ex. She replied both has something in common - NO hope.

Well, to take the better alternate meaning for 'pseudo', it is "almost, approaching or trying to be". A pseudo friendship MAY progress to the point of being real. Approaching=moving forward, right? An ex...well, as experience has taught us time and again, with the last one being last Friday, can never be revived.

:B, hope this makes sense.

(Actually I have some on my mind now...STOP PATRONIZING ME!)

*Gals can be such bitches. Hiak!*

Happy Birthday

...to me :)

Thanks to friends who remembered and have sent wishes already...and to JC all the way from New Zealand.

Pseudo friend (among many others?)

I received an email invitation from a pseudo-friend yesterday. I kinda knew her from work but she's left about 2 years ago. We chatted a few times online after that but that was last year (actually I can't remember). She did tell me she would like me to attend her wedding dinner. When she didn't even know then. So finally...and all of a sudden, BAM! An email about her wedding next month.

Spare me can? My time is better spent doing charity work and my money on nail polish.

Which reminds me...I'd better reply her citing some reason for my non-attendance. It's only polite. :)

Test Results

Oh hey, good news. My test results are good. Internally I am fine...and my prolactin level is normal.

Which concludes...I am a cow. Simply.

ps - Saw this picture just this morning and decided to 'steal' it to post it here. How apt.

Verdict...(of ex friend)

How can I forget to blog that I was not bribed emotionally....that ex friend remains an ex. And that she still sits on the throne reigning as Miss Lip Service?

PUI.

Sigh.

Foodie

I have a sweet tooth. Luckily, so does M... One of our most memorable outings/trips was the Penang one in 2000. Just eat and eat. I swear one day we would pass out from 'explosion'.

I finally tried the Blue-berry Crumble Pie at HANS. CF's recommendation. Actually I've been wanting to. I just needed 'the moment'. With the right amount of space in my belly, my sweet tooth on high trigger and that nice cup of coffee or tea.

Oh yah, I had a craving for Long John's Silver yesterday too. Well actually the craving started only after we walked past one. Couldn't remember when the last time we patronized it. Well, the 1st few bites were wonderful...maybe cos I was famished. At the end of it all, I could only taste flour and more flour. Till 5 years later......

Aftermath

It's really been soooo long since I caught a movie at night, with friends, at Cineleisure. Yes all in that combination. It was memorable!

1st of all, thanks to WL's recommendation (and also my belief that she knows my taste very well), Pretty Persuasion is definitely worth seeing. Hollywood doesn't make dark humour films very often. I linked it to the quotes instead of the cast and every other detail to give you an idea of what it is like. I summarize: pretty f*cked up.

It reminded me of Match Point-"The innocent are sometimes slain to make way for grander schemes. You were collateral damage...". I love the last part especially when they showed the different scenes literally on TV, one after another, one after another...how the fall of one man (or girl) led to the rise of another. Brilliant film making.

After the movie was MoS of cos. YES WE MADE IT! We saw a few young farts queueing and our heart sank. We learnt it was an NUS event that day! Luckily we didn't go for Plan B (what Plan B???); we went in after much deliberation and checked out the place. After we were done, we stayed mainly in the Main Hall where progressive trance (or whatever you term that monotonous beat) which is actually my favourite section...reminiscent of good ole Zouk days (but not for the rest...they all like Smoove. Where's the space to even move properly?).

And 1:15am spelt the end of the night. Can't help it. We are all getting old....

Gathering!

The last night one with :B and Michelin was almost half a year ago....and it was near my place (heartland). Tonight we are having one in the heart of town and watching a movie too! I'm glad that Michelin is with me for this idea. We haven't watched one together before and it would be nice, instead of sittin around talking crap for 3-4 hours. It WILL exhaust me.

Sis will be joining us for part 2. :)

And according to the latest, ex friend (or no longer?) accepted :B's invitation. Her message was she would drop by for a while to pass the gift. Me? A gift?

If she does turn up, as emphasized by Michelin time and again, I would be so emotionally bribed...Please let my faith be regained...

Hibernation...me/Addiction...Mong

My mind is officially in hiberation mode. Maybe the fungi have come and conquered.

Boss away, work load almost negligible, uninspired... ...

I am only thinking how and what time I should step into the house this evening after work. You see, Mong is addicted to my handphone. Actually the silly home-made video films that are found inside. It is not funny. Initially used as a decoy to prevent the public whinings and aggression, he now wants it everytime and anytime. And if I dun offer it, he will cry endlessly, impossible to be pacified.

The minute he saw me step into the house last night (I came home late due to dinner at Orchard Hotel organized by a freight forwarding company), he broke into his oh-so-cute smile and went "heeeeen fone!", pulling me by the skirt, guiding me to the shelf where I always place my handphone (not understanding that I bring the handphone with me all the time, of course). He lost all interest in everything else, ignored everyone else, disregarded every coaxing.

M and I have decided to let him go "cold turkey". The thing is, I will do it...but if he starts his whining in the midst of dinner, I may just cave in cos there will be no other way to enable him to continue his meal.

So the planning on what time to reach home begins today...and I wonder how long it will take...to wean him completely.

*Sigh*

MoS!

This Friday? Finally?

Check-up DONE

No wonder my friends procrastinate such check-up. I'm just glad I grit my teeth and did it yesterday. And a blessing too. Because Dr Thong, the ever-so-friendly-and-subtly humourous-and-elegant (this combination is a rare find!) gynae of mine in her late 40s, found out that I am still producing breast milk....after 2 years.

Miffy: What???
Dr T: Yes, you mean you don't know?
Miffy: I dun squeeze myself on a regular basis.......

So other than the fact I am officially a cow, I am also packed with higher-than-normal level of prolactin, a protein hormone that can lead to tumor/s.

So after the K-Y connection where she 'reached in' to FEEL MY UTERUS, I had to lie down for 30 min to take a blood test because inactivity will give more accurate results, so I was told.

Well, as usual I couldn't stay still. ..and I believe sms-ing will only text the fingers right. So there I was, having taken half-day leave to end up lying on a hospital bed for 30 min to sms :B and M.

Luckily it didn't end very late. I was left with about 2 hours (to my self-imposed cut-off time of 5pm) to shop. That I did and it was pretty fruitful.

Till the next check-up in 2 years' time (phew....).....

Sick Bay...The Office!

HELPPPPPPPPPP!!! I believe I must have heard 101 coughings from different colleagues since morning!

Will HR take the cue and buy the OSIM iLife Air Purifier???? :P

Half-day Leave

Finally I am taking time off to see Dr Thong. I reeeeeally hate it but it's overdue and it's important for women.

1 hour before freedom, I am engaging in an interesting chat with Addy (yes WL, that Addy we both know). She knows a self-confessed nympho, all of 29 years old and just got dumped by some guy who is a reflection of her - a sex maniac.

It doesn't help that Addy has described her to be what I imagined her to be - long-faced, long-haired, tanned and slim. Screams SPG (gosh, I can't believe you can find the definition in Wikipedia). Doesn't help that she was lousy at work (they were colleagues), that she took 5 years to get her degree (she studied full time so can I translate that to being stupid and/or distracted...by more sex?), that she has friends who have fuck buddies, (I didn't know there is such a designation! I just hope a 'fuck buddy' didn't include a dog or cat), etc.

I shouldn't judge. Afterall I haven't met her and known her.

I dun have friends like that. I mean I have my own list of 'pretty interesting friends' already, to which :B has recently been added. :P

Anyway, back to reality...dun get me wrong that I was chatting the whole morning. I was the good gal, having completed for Boss the Quarterly Logistics Report which I am convinced nobody analyzes except himself (maybe only when he goes to the loo to crap). Still, a job done.

Current songs in the car...

1. Dixie Chicks
2. The Fray
3. 1927
4. Hall & Oates (fantastic!)
5. Corrinne May
6. Lifehouse (my personal favourite)
7. Gavin DeGraw
8. BoBice

Anymore nice ones to recommend?

21-25 August

Happiness is defined as "boss is not around the whole week and I'm left to do anything my own, i.e. blog, chat, long lunches, pantry breaks, etc".

No Monday blues officially...YET!

Heaven is a Place on Earth

Yea, we all know Belinda Carlisle sang that. Maybe she discovered Awfully Chocolate's "Hei" chocolate ice cream a lot sooner than I did.

Intercepting my mom-in-law for the cake-buying (er...maybe it's also because it's her birthday and she couldn't possibly be running the errand herself!) from her favourite Bengawan Solo which I am convinced is borne solely out of convenience, we drove to Katong Mall and bought the usual Awfully Chocolate cake. Of course we were not disappointed.

If taste in chocolate is acquired, like that in wine, then I believe Becks will be in for a ride like her mommy soon. :P

Chocolate helps soothe me over crazy moments. It does increase that BMI of mine though, especially for those above 30.

Well, in life, there is a trade-off for everything. EVERYTHING.

Animal Resort...again

We brought the troops to The Animal Resort again. It being near home and having an hour to kill, it seemed like the perfect venue to go to.

I never knew there was an iguana there!! The usual unobservant ole me needed to be pointed out of its existence, literally right above my head. I was witnessing a dad guide his young son to feed that thing with a carrot stick, and how after that they were stroking its long scaly tail, apparently thrilled.

The sight sent shivers down my spine. Reptiles just freak me out!

DVDs from Amazon

I know the last you learnt was my unsuccessful attempt. Well I didn't give up. I just counted on my all-time reliable source - M. :P

The DVDs arrived last week and of course the first chance I got in the afternoon, I watched them. I saw "Happiness" first. To have an insight on what the show is about, please refer to this. It's amazing that Philip Hoffman won the Best Actor 7 years later. Before the award, my impression of him was always this under-rated actor, playing sleazy shit of a character which I remember most vividly as "Allen" jerking off on his wall.

I watched with JC at Yangtze back then. Honestly, I can't remember how both of us could see past the venue to focus on the good of that movie. The audience was mainly ah peks with umbrellas and we joked that with each lewd scene/dialogue, it appeared they would bring their umbrellas to the loo for 'personal business'.

Good show and most of all, no regrets for the fond memories. :)

Glorious Breakfast

The day started with a lie. I arrived the office, logged in, told Boss I had a bad stomach and needed to see the doctor. I headed straight for my rendezvous with :B. Possibly our last ever - breakfast at Amoy over prata and TT.

Today is :B's last day with her present company located nearby. Next Monday sees a new chapter of her life at another part of Singapore.

With all my kakis out of the company and out of this area, I am finally alone, officially.

DJ

I continue with Irritating Characteristic #4.

DJs with an awful accent, or whatever you term it. If you tune into 98.7 these few mornings, you will hear this guy, supposedly the DJ, talking in this accent which I'm sure can happen only when your tongue does multiple somersaults. What makes it even more unbearable is that his voice is simply NOT NICE.

Yo DJ, please spin mah song............(just spin songs and dun talk)...............

What is worse?

What is worse than being selfish?

Being selfish and indifferent/non-apologetic. :(

Lost...and never found

3x...that is the number of times I've lost my ATM card this year.

I finally called to cancel last night (cos with stupid/misplaced leap of faith, I thought I could find it in the pocket of some pants, shirt, bag, etc AT HOME, some day)...but guess what, it's already been cancelled. Apparently, it was lost outside and someone had called to cancel it. Got such person one meh? Or perhaps, now that I think about it, this person attempted to withdraw money using it, 3 times, and the card got 'eaten' by the ATM machine. OK, this makes more sense.................(and yes, I am a cynic).

Number

I heard on the radio today that to date, there are "over 1 billion" Elvis Presley's albums sold.

It hit me - do I know what 1 billion is? 1000,000000. 1 thousand million. I got it correct, as verified by good ole Wikipedia. And because there are so many hyperlinks found in one search, my search got me deeper and deeper. It was interesting....

In mathematics, a natural number is either a positive integer (1, 2, 3, 4, ...) or a non-negative integer (0, 1, 2, 3, 4, ...). The former definition is generally used in number theory, while the latter is preferred in set theory and computer science.

Natural numbers have two main purposes: they can be used for counting ("there are 3 apples on the table"), and they can be used for ordering ("this is the 3rd largest city in the country").
Properties of the natural numbers related to divisibility, such as the distribution of prime numbers, are studied in number theory. Problems concerning counting, such as Ramsey theory, are studied in combinatorics.

History of natural numbers and the status of zero-The natural numbers presumably had their origins in the words used to count things, beginning with the number one.

Blah blah blah...........

Then it got boring.

Can you imagine people actually studied and wrote all this?????????? I mean if I had connections and I can start over again, I would like to be a food columnist. Get out there, taste food for free. I will definitely not be studying mathematics.

BCM

I had an upsized bowl of bar chor mee for lunch, topped off with extra fried dumplings (definitely definitely > 511 calories). Now I feel FAT. Damn that article.

Lunch was with CF and Ben Son. His girlfriend, Miss G (yes, G for G-string, that lucky bastard) could not make it at the last minute. I advised that he ought to lose weight if he were to 'get it on' with someone 11 years younger than him. 1st to target would be his ass.

I read/heard from somewhere that to make that ass of ours taut is to cycle or make those taut movements anytime we are standing. Wonder how effective that is...

Irritating Characteristics

I pride myself for not choosing friends and not choosing people to talk to, to smile at....BUT! If you are calorie-counting, I would find it so irritating that I cannot become your friend.

I read that a regular bowl of dried bar chor mee has 511 calories but a soupy one has 385 (I can't really remember the exact figure cos I was too amused!) so if you gals want to watch your weight, please take the soup one. Yadda yadda yadda. Dun let me catch you ordering that for that exact reason when we go out please.

Irritating Characteristic #2: If you have a child, please dun analyze diaper quality with me. I dun care if Pampers absorb better or Mami Poko, just as long as it's easy on my wallet and my kids dun get nappy rash from urine/poo overflow.

Irritating Characteristic #3: Self-indulgence, i.e. me, myself and I (this does not apply to your personal blog).

*back to work. zzz*

Lazy Day...

I'm beginning to cherish Yamaha Holidays more and more. Mong is getting really attached to me ...but it can be difficult. He is having lousy nights. Jun told me he is up at 4-6am practically almost every night! :( Very tough on her. I help while I can but it's not easy for me since I have to work the next day and I'm also insomnia-prone.

I was watching Russian Dolls, then The Spanish Apartment then Russian Dolls again. I LOVE FRENCH FILMS!!!!! WHERE CAN I FIND MORE OF THEM? Fong told me Romain Duris was excellent in The Beat That My Heart Skipped. She watched it at The Picturehouse. I guess I can never find the time. Sigh.

If I were good with languages and had the time (erm, plus industriousness), I would like to learn French, Russian, Japanese, Italian and polish up my Cantonese. Yes, in that order.

Twins' 1-month old

Sunday was pure horrid.

Right from the start of the day, it was a mad rush. And poor Mong had to endure hunger pangs (which I later settled by giving snacks...which of course ruined his appetite for a proper but late lunch). Nonetheless, the obligation was fulfilled.

Aidan & Ian's one-month old celebration at the Carlton Hotel was not a simple affair. I believe the turn-out was larger than most friends' wedding dinner. To top off the unpleasantness, the whole place was not carpeted so noise was bouncing off the floor and walls. It got so bad that I was not even helping myself with the endless flow of sashimi.

I've never been a fan of events. To attend them with the troops usually meant of a lot rushing and ending up with no/very lousy appetite.

Anyway I consoled myself that such events are not held frequently. When it happens for my other friends'/relatives' child, my kids will be more grown up and it will get easier then.

And finally, I granted myself time away from the kids, especially from Mong, to get my waaaaay-overdue haircut. After having Kenny slammed me (OK lah, he was just being brutally honest...I appreciate honesty of any kind BUT I MUST LIKE YOU AND LIKE YOUR FACE A'RITE!), I wondered why I took this long.

So 2 missions accomplished. Not so 'horrid' afterall. :)

Piggy Bank

I finally found a decent and cheap piggy bank for Becks! I haven't started educating her yet but soon. She had asked me what it was for.

I've read articles that teaching a kid self-financial management is extremely important. Afterall I FEAR for myself if she ends up being a serial borrower or bankrupt by early 20s. And who would she look for then????????????? :P

I dun really know what character-building means but I'm trying my best to teach her that she needs to be responsible for her own actions, toward her brother... I think the typical emphasis from other parents is on academic development like phonics and abacus. I had a galfriend who proudly told me that her 3-year-old daughter could pronounce the 'th' sound properly. LIKE WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?

Tea Break

There is no official tea break when you work in an office located at the heart of Singapore, well, for most offices that is.

But there can always be unofficial ones.

Sneaking off at 3ish to meet :B was rewarding. Today's TT was definitely gooooood.

PS: Did I tell you I won't be patronizing Rafee's Corner anymore? I found out that they charge 10c per empty glass (:B and I tend to share). It's not that I'm being cheap-skate. Sure Rafee has its own policies but that policy ain't gelling with me too well, especially when #01-67 doesn't charge and their standard hasn't really dropped. Not to mention I still enjoy looking at Mohammad's (the assistant) poker face.

PPS: TGIF!

IT Security

Now why would I wanna blog about something as boring as this? BECAUSE IT WILL DETERIORATE THE QUALITY OF MY LIFE IN THE OFFICE! With effect from 1 Sep 2006 that is.

The Monthly Management Meeting covered 1 main agenda today - IT Security/Audit. One of the topics was implementing counter-measures....so yea, MSN, yahoo messenger and internet email access will be blocked.

I thought the usual nua management was just talk and no action. Seems like I am wrong. Work IS underway. Auditors from HQ will be coming in late Sep for the checks.

Sigh.

Zoo

2 4-year-olds, 1 VERY ACTIVE 2-year-old and 33C (or more) are a killer combination. At the expense of their dear parents (Tans & Kaws), they had oodles of fun........so actually, no regrets.

Off day...

I woke up with a headache that only went away with 'Extra' and THE teh C at Kovan (Uncle, you really are the best).

Brought the troops to Raffles Marina Club which was such a loooooooong drive away but the weather made it worthwhile. Captured in the vastness of sea...made me realise it could be my first time.

I'm waiting for Mong to wake up from his nap to go to my in-laws' for a gathering - dinner + fireworks (birds-eye view from there). In the meantime, I'm watching Prime for the 101th time while sms-ing :B at the same time (:B got the job in Japan but it is a 3-year contract). I love the chemistry between Uma Thurman and Bryan Greenberg. I believe in real life , they are about 8 years apart with Thurman being the older one. This can only happen in Ang-Mor Land I guess...

Last but not least, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!

Sports Day

When was the last time we were directly involved in this?

Today is Sports Day at Becks' school. Her 1st one. :) I feel a tad guilty that I didn't read the notice from her school thoroughly, that parents could participate but it was limited only to the 1st 20 parents who signed up. Parents could volunteer as photographers, organizers, ushers, etc. so this was still consolation for those who didn't succeed. I read it only on Friday... so to be available today meant an urgent leave application.

I hope there will be photos... I will definitely sign up next year if it is open up to parents again!

Showdown!

CF and SB are in Conference Room 1 now.

This talk has been delayed for a few days already. CF has brought to Boss' and my attention that SB's punctuality and attendance record has been the pits for a long time now. Despite setting up the new 'penalty system' for late-comers, SB appears to be the only one who's remained unfazed.

SB exudes this aura or "chi" or whatever you call it, that nobody would ever feel comfortable with. Even CF, our dearest Corporate Planning-cum-HR Manager had to call me before going into the room with her, asking me for luck. You tell me, is she a hard-core difficult staff or what.

I await, with bated breath, the outcome of their talk. :P

Homecoming

Yay. Received news that Jess and Deb are coming back end of this year. They are my college friends who have studied overseas, stayed there some more, worked there some more...and don't seem to return ever, maybe once in a long while.

Has any one of you become fat? Heehee.
See you soon!

Ulcers

I HATE THEM! HOW COME I KEEP GETTING THEM????????????????????

National Pledge

Last night before Becks had her shut-eye, she muttered something intelligible - the National Pledge in Mandarin!!!!! So I joined her, realising that I have forgotten so much of it! I started the English version and pathetically, achieved the same result (or lack of it!).

I never thought it would end up like this; I surfed the net this morning.

We, the citizens of Singapore,
pledge ourselves as one united people,
regardless of race, language or religion,
to build a democratic society
based on justice and equality
so as to achieve happiness, prosperity and
progress for our nation.

Now I know. :P

Bad bad fall

Becks has a big, bloody awful (and ugly) scab on the left side of her face now, just barely touching her eye. It just screams O-U-C-H. She must have cried badly when it happened.

When I reached home on Friday evening with Michelle33 (she had an interview at my company and was so sweet to come home with me to see the troops), she was seated quietly, legs stretched out, watching TV. I was horrified when I saw that yellow and red patch. No thanks to the yellow antiseptic lotion actually; it 'glorified' the wound.

I was worried that the undue attention would make her more conscious and less confident. Afterall, I had mothers at Tien Hsia and aunties at coffeeshop approaching me, asking me what happened, bending down, scrutinizing the wound.

But she's gotten over it. She brought me and M to the area where she fell, trying her best to describe vividly what happened. The more heartening part was she had decided to wear her track shoes when we went out. Lesson learnt, I guess.

The over-protective me has been rehearsing with her over what she should say if teachers in school fussed or if students stared or poked fun at her.

"I fell on Friday and it's bad but it's healing. No worries."

:P

Another nice breakfast session

I haven't seen J and his son for 2 years. The Kaw family visited me when I had l'le Mong.

J sms me yesterday evening, asking for breakfast and so we met this morning, hassle-free.

Ichiro (son) is definitely gonna be one handsome dude, thanks to his half-Japanese descent. Ichiro and Becks, being the same age, took a while to gel but after that moment passed, they were really having a good time at the playground.

Anyways, kudos to J. I believe no (or very few) husband can extend such support - his wife has been away from home, on her 1st flight out with Emirates that day, to be precise. He explained that it's more recently that she had been showing intense signs of home-sickness (she is from Osaka). So the most compromising solution is that she joins an airline; she gets to visit her family both in Singapore and Japan most frequently.

I am sure it was not an easy decision for J. Also, his wife must have gone through a prolonged crisis to do what she did. I understand she has always been a hands-on mom and naturally, Ichiro was more attached to her.

J was my friend since 16. He went to Uni in the States where he met his wife. They attended my wedding dinner and soon after when we both had our first kid, we visited each other. The outings were never frequent but somehow I know this friendship remains.

I hope to see the guys more often. We did plan on visiting the zoo together on 10 Aug. Till then......

Retail therapy?

It doesn't apply to me. Friends who know me well know I'm NOT into shopping. Most of my things were bought when in dire need or when I waited for someone to turn up for our appointment.

BUT....I've been viewing this website for the longest time, admiring this Kate Spade bag and wonder if it's worth the price. Afterall, it is a casual bag which I can only use on Fridays and weekends. I'm usually drabby during weekend (OK, no excuse that I'm a mom), hopping from one heartland to another. Also, it is in shocking pink. Hope this is a phase.

I'm also getting sick of my purple Furla spectacles. I know I just got them. I guess I have a weakness for this accessory.

*10 minutes to lunch!*

TGIF

Talk about TGIF. I forgot about a meeting with Boss. Luckily so did he. Pinky, as usual, seemed to fade into oblivion even in his seat. NOBODY COULD BE BOTHERED WITH THE MEETING!!!! Even more luckily, I was the one who remembered and prompted Boss who said to re-schedule.

How I could forget, well, blame it on the distraction of MSN. Actually most of the time I can be in control but this morning, thanks to xxx (I can't even mention your nick!), I was drawn into the conversation.

The story didn't really shock me, yet I'm not totally composed inside (makes sense?). But rest assure, my friend, my opinion of you does not go down by 1 notch. Like I said, you just made into my impressive list of 'amazing friends'. Who woulda thought? Ben Son would have called it "Ripley's Believe It or Not". :P

Speaking of that guy, my colleague, he's into some unbelievable thingy now too - dating the very new Finance girl who's 11 years younger than him (he's my age so go do the Math). I didn't like the rumours circulating so I just asked him point blank, also knowing he can be open. Yes, he's confirmed. "Check product before purchase" I quote him.

Good luck to the dude. If it does last, when she's at her attractive prime of 30, hope he won't be fat and balding.

Interview

This morning I was the interviewer, not interviewee. Well I was just adopting the passive role since the candidate isn't gonna be under my team.

What a waste of time. After 45-minutes of blah blah-ing, I knew it. The expected salary and our offered salary didn't match by a good S$600. I have already asked our HR time and again if this was informed from the start. She assured it was.

So you could imagine the literal drop of the chap's jaw when we told him our offered salary. After he left, we had to discuss the next course of action. My boss...what is with Japanese and being direct?????? As if ambiguity isn't torturous enough in business conversations, he put us through multiple rounds of ambiguity. It killed me...and it was not even 10:30am yet.

In the end, this always does the trick: "So...what IS the conclusion? Can we summarize?"

PS: I finally got my yahoo messenger up *yay*. Can finally chat with DDD. :)

I lost it.

At 4am.

I'm feeling the after-effects now. Damn lousy... The last time it happened, it took me about 2-3 days to get over. It's gonna be a looooooong wait.

Quality of ...

:B returns.

We can talk about anything. I'm not trying to illustrate my point vividly here but I just feel like blogging it.

During lunch-time today, we were on the topic of something which led to family-planning, which led to age, pregnancy, quality of sperm, etc.

Yes, quality of sperm. She commented that it would be advisable for women to conceive while they can, before a certain age, blah blah...and it doesn't matter for the guys' age...

REALLY??? Please tell me surely there is a difference between a 20-year-old guy's sperm and a 40-year-old's.

Being colleagues AGAIN

I'm not sure if Mich (another friend of mine whose name is "Michelle", that is) will become my colleague again. She was my colleague in one of the previous companies 7-8 years ago. After not working for 2.5 years, she's keen on returning to the scene again...and with a job opening in my company where she has experience in, not to mention the 'nua culture' which will suit her to a T *sorry Mich*, I have submitted her resume to the relevant people and they are looking at it NOW!

To be colleagues again, that, to me is a DESTINY. Heh.

Cross fingers...

CONGRATS!

The news just came in....

Shen, CONGRATS for having found a job! :))))))))))))))))

I know from next Monday, we can no longer chat via MSN but this is not important. Glad you finally got out of the 'cycle'.

All the best....you will definitely be missed!

Lunch with Michelin

I think I haven't seen her for more than a month. Well, it IS a record considering she was my colleague for 3 years and after she left, she was still working around the area for 4 months and we met for lunch regularly.

Anyway I received a shocking sms from her this morning that she's tendered (less than a month, Michy?) and given one-day notice. So effectively from today till she lands another job, I quote her - she'll be rotting at home.

It was good meeting, catching up. And glad that she enjoyed Rafee's TT...even though I didn't*. Please dun forget to let me know when you start buying your 1st pack of Malboro (or Salem...or whatever brand you prefer). I'll do the Math for you and have you know that in a year, you could use the money for a nice Gucci bag.

See you when :B returns from Japan!

* TT is not TT if you want it less sweet (what the hell was I thinking???!).

PS: WL, sorry for pulling the last minute stunt. See you this Thursday!

Xiaxue & Dawn Yang

I really want to write about them, even if it's just a little.

One cannot not know them, thanks to STOMP.
They have so much make-up on they look so transsy! Especially Dawn. I mean I dunno the girl...I am sure she's sweet and all but gosh, she would give the Thai transvestites at Tiffany's Show a run for their money.

YUCKS.

Tissue

I went to the toilet to wee wee this morning and found one big piece of tissue stuck on my lower lip. OK, it wasn't that big but it was big enough to cover the entire width of my lip but small enough to not let me feel it.

What's the fuss right?

Well, I arrived office 15 minutes earlier. Between then and the trip to the toilet, I spoke to my boss twice (he called out to me). DAMMIT! Why didn't he say anything??????????? *hide face*