read this.
Opinions about cab drivers are almost as diverse as the people who constitute what is one of our most put-upon professions; some of us love ‘em, others despise, some complain constantly about the standard of service, others are well aware what a demanding and dangerous job it is.
Anyone? Just kidding… not really.
Anyway, it’s going to be the birthdays of 3 of the men that I adore and love, mainly my Brother (no Man U jersey for you this year - I’ve run out of ideas and the Man U store closed), Mr LamPa, and my buddy Supanova. Their birthdays are one after another, each in a week.
It’ll be fun - LP just had his groin poked, Supanova has his papers starting on the 18th, and there is rife speculation whether my brother’s girlfriend would officially become my 大嫂 soon.
qc - I should try this sometime
Cindy tagged me, and because she’s such a sweetie I’ll just bore you guys again.
1) I bathe with my door open when I am alone. Which is pretty often.
2) I can starve myself if I want to. Which is good if I decide to be an anorexic, but I see no fun in that. Besides, I rather tone myself than go to the Kate Moss way. Sometimes I’m just too lazy to cook/forage for food/eat.
[I forgot what comic this was]
3) This happens to me:
…more often that you think. The food container problem, not the clothes problem [cathy.com]
4) Since we’re using pictures, this also happens to me quite often, just that it’s the aircon instead of the electric blanket.
[pickles]
5) I’m horrible at housekeeping. When it comes to laundry, I don’t really bother to separate them. And I rewear my clothes just as long as they don’t stink. I’ve been told that I wash like a bachelor. Well… if it works, why not?
stink and non-stink - that’s the way to go.
6) I don’t care for Britney. Not at all. A little sad what happened to her, but it doesn’t rock my world. She needs help. Plus, her music, to me, ain’t really music.
underwear is healthy
I’m sitting in the office waiting for Monkey to knock off. The poor boy’s mum had already left him out of the dinner tonight, since we originally had plans with xt, who made plans with her honey without cancelling on me (for a while I thought I was going to be part of the action, gasp, no!) and I had to sms her to confirm.
I blundered quite badly at the meeting just now, stuttering every other word, trying to force my brain to obey. I could have gone home to sleep, but I owed a colleague a quotation (which I could have done at Mac, next to the meeting place and then go home) and I was tempted by the thought that I needn’t lug my laptop around.
So my brother’s going to come home to a less-than-neat place, and I forgot to tell him to help me buy Krispy Kreme because I wanted to surprise a little chilli padi that has been stressed out at work, but wow, guess this birdbrain didn’t remember, argh. My dad’s going China again, but I doubt if he’ll go to HK just to buy this.
I am so tired, I can’t really do any work or any serious thinking. I’m just aimlessly surfing around hoping to stay awake then have dinner and then go home - not that I mind just collapsing in bed and waking up hungry tomorrow. And you know what the irony would be?
Yep, if I kenna insomnia later again. What fun!
Update - after giving up going home at 5pm to come back to do that one quotation and have dinner with Monkey, Monkey just called me to cancel dinner because he has to work late.
no, this is the irony.
Lucky for me, my meeting later would be a simple and hopefully price-negotiation fuelled discussion and not so technical in terms of HR, requirements and IT. I can’t drink any coffee now, cos then tonight I won’t be able to sleep either. I am a semi zombie, unable to do much constructive work with request for quotations and my own lack of sales pounding me.
I am a zombie.
I can’t wait for my meeting at 4 later, so that after that, I’ll just leave for home and nap. I’ll walk past the mess, and straight into my room, switch on the aircon and ignore everything and nap. I just hope that it wouldn’t trigger more insomnia though!
Talk about the irony.
I’m supposed to meet Monkey after work though. Ah well.
After the usual embarrassing sales meeting with the same spoken stuff (“you have too few leads, ie too little things to work with for sales”) and the same implied stuff (‘and not working hard enough on the little leads you have’), I headed to Jurong East library to get some comic books to last me though the mundane waiting in the convention/exhibition tomorrow.
While I was there, I saw this girl from my Secondary School seated on the 4th floor next to the comics, her head buried in them. I saw myself there, though I could not identify with the pink cutesy bag (which was quite popular with my classmates too I think). I saw myself there, in my own world reading. I took the lift down to the 1st floor with the same guy that was in my lift on the way up.
I took a cab back, weighed down by my laptop, the projector that I have to carry to the hotel tomorrow and the books I just borrowed. I had an amazing conversation with the taxi driver, talking about Tanglin Halt’s hawker western food and the new Channel 8 Primetime (9pm) show, 幸福双人床 (Mars Vs Venus). We agreed that Tay Ping Hui would be better off looking more uncle and Aileen Tay more stingy looking. I really like the show, although I don’t agree with the “principles” they preach on. I try to separate the show from the principles. You see, I’m really narrow-minded.
I’m no Jesseca Liu, and Monkey’s no Pierre Png (though that wouldn’t be too bad!) but there was one scene that Pierre Png’s character nagged at Jesseca Liu’s character… and it was exactly like how Monkey nags at me. Exactly. If I closed my eyes, I would have thought he was here!
George Lucas would have turned in his grave if he was dead. 6 episodes and all r3gular remembers is:
Darth Vader: WA SI LIN LAO PEH
Luke: BO KO LENG~! BO KO LENG~~~~~
[this should be funny: hokkien starwars]
courtesy of hwm
Monkey was pointing out to me his friend who was working in the GoldHeart store. There were a few staff inside assisting potential customers on that weekend evening.
“There, he’s inside there.”
“Which one?”
“The one at the side.”
“The one with the back facing us?”
“The one wearing purple.”
…
Purple is the colour of their uniforms.
“See? That one? That one wearing blue with black slacks with his hand raised up.”
After feeling sick last week and getting prescribed antibiotics (which I hate), and aside from my usual I-wanna-puke problem (happens every two to three months), I feel fine now. As in, my tiredness comes from the fact that my GAD is on the rise again (no shit) and hence insomnia too (I liked it better when I swung to the other end of the spectrum to mildly depressed). But besides those, I feel fine. No more runny noses (which are actually nature’s way of trying to clear viruses from our noses), no more sore throat (apart from the usual tiredness that come from the lack of sleep) and even no more periodical knee pains again. Of course, my chest aches are back, but I’m trying to believe the doctor when she says it’s muscle ache (meaning no more bringing the laptop home).
So why do I have a fever? Me thinks I can cook an egg on my forehead.
Burn! Burn! Burn!
fever too, but not so cute.
Ok I’ve gotten your attention now. There is an update:
UPDATE
Thanks to all those that have gone in to do my Johari… Those that haven’t, please do it, pretty please please? And also, please do my Nohari (be cruel, please).
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Ok I know everyone and their grandmother has done this before. I’m slow ok? So you chaps, be nice and go to my johari ok?
how was your april’s fool? What if you were Charlie Brown here?
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