Overheard on the radio this morning about how Scientologists do not believe in pain killers and that when you're giving birth, you shouldn't scream or yell because it will scare the baby.
"Katie should bring a knife when she's giving birth so that she can stab Tom every time she feels the pain and isn't allowed to scream. No, no, make that slicing his stomach to spill his guts out."
"You really don't like Tom, do you?"
"Honey, if you were to expect me not to take pain killers and scream while giving birth, I'll slice your guts out too."
Monday, October 10, 2005
Friday, October 07, 2005
Neon
Some of my colleagues are taking swimming lessons this month and have had many lunch discussions as to how the classes were being conducted. Many suggestions were also made for the rest of us who aren't taking the class to go for a swim. I'm a little reluctant to join them. Why?
Sometime last year, I decided to buy a new swim suit since my old one was handed down from my sister. It's a one piece suit that had a steep v and well, let's just say the last few times I wore it, I had forgotten to uh, wax. I can still remember in Tioman, Mum's eyes widening and indicating to me to do a little tucking, in front of relatives and a boatman.
So I had my eye on a two piece which looked something like this:
A two piece with pants that will not expose any vomit-inducing sights as well as cellulite. Happily I made my purchase at a sale.
The next time I put it on, I realised one HUGE mistake. You see, the top has colourful pink flowers just like the picture and the pants is slightly more pinkish. Neon pink. So now, my mass of an arse is HIGHLIGHTED every time I drop the towel and make a dash for the pool.
If I do swim these days, it would be at dusk so that the shadows will hide the neon glare.
Sometime last year, I decided to buy a new swim suit since my old one was handed down from my sister. It's a one piece suit that had a steep v and well, let's just say the last few times I wore it, I had forgotten to uh, wax. I can still remember in Tioman, Mum's eyes widening and indicating to me to do a little tucking, in front of relatives and a boatman.
So I had my eye on a two piece which looked something like this:
A two piece with pants that will not expose any vomit-inducing sights as well as cellulite. Happily I made my purchase at a sale.
The next time I put it on, I realised one HUGE mistake. You see, the top has colourful pink flowers just like the picture and the pants is slightly more pinkish. Neon pink. So now, my mass of an arse is HIGHLIGHTED every time I drop the towel and make a dash for the pool.
If I do swim these days, it would be at dusk so that the shadows will hide the neon glare.
Those Were The Days, My Friend..
Hey, remember when we were young, we had this plastic thing that helped you make lovely designs such as these:
Photo taken from http://designsponge.blogspot.com/
It had a outer plastic circle and you need to place a second coin sized plastic thingamajig with holes and then poke a pencil into one of the holes and turn the plastic coin around the inside circumference of the outer plastic... Aaarrrghh... I don't know how to describe it but it proved to be a lot of fun for me when I was young. No computers then mah. It'd be cool to get hold of a set to keep though. Problem is, how and where on earth do I start looking for it? Ah! Maybe the sundry shop guy...
The other thing I remember is Kalkitos. Man! Remember those? I remembered having the Disney Alley Cats one and I had to scratch the cats out all over the dilapitated piano. We were only rewarded them when we went to Penang once in a blue moon.
Photo taken from http://designsponge.blogspot.com/
It had a outer plastic circle and you need to place a second coin sized plastic thingamajig with holes and then poke a pencil into one of the holes and turn the plastic coin around the inside circumference of the outer plastic... Aaarrrghh... I don't know how to describe it but it proved to be a lot of fun for me when I was young. No computers then mah. It'd be cool to get hold of a set to keep though. Problem is, how and where on earth do I start looking for it? Ah! Maybe the sundry shop guy...
The other thing I remember is Kalkitos. Man! Remember those? I remembered having the Disney Alley Cats one and I had to scratch the cats out all over the dilapitated piano. We were only rewarded them when we went to Penang once in a blue moon.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
You know...
You know you're getting older when you flip past fashion, shocking gossip and beauty tips in a new magazine and go straight to the recipes section.
Sparring
Yesterday I was showing my colleague some Halloween products off Martha Stewart’s website where she had some interesting looking paper bags with interesting designs on it. What you need to do is to fill the base with sand and place a tealight candle inside so that the designs will glow.
My colleague then suggested we should do the same on one of our products which is a glass covered tealight. Instantly my creative juices kicked in and I got excited, wanting to explore the possibilities of this idea. All she said was, “So what happens when someone orders it? We can’t deliver it the next day!”.
It made me long for the good ol’ days, when I was in a team of people with the same wavelength, humour and positive attitude to build each other’s ideas up instead of shooting it down. Yeah, this was the same team that named our meeting rooms Rivendell and pasted CSI warnings on the bosses doors. It dawned upon me that perhaps this is the reason why I found my old job so enjoyable. Now that they’ve all left, the magic and synergy is also gone. We would get so excited when an idea hit us. Some examples of what we’ve done:
We built a nativity scene using some wizard figurines (as Joseph and the wise men), a soft toy donkey (Bulls Eye), a Power Puff keychain (as Mother Mary).
At the height of Star Wars, we clothed our koala and sheep clip-ons in a painstaking and elaborate Darth Vader outfit made of paper, complete with lightsabers. Princess Leia was easy, since the sheep had the round shaped horns.
Yeah, life was fun, work was made to be fun. We learnt together, got excited about the new things we were learning like wines, Chinese Tea, Winnie-the-Pooh, Lord of the Rings (of course). We sharpened our minds and ideas against each other and encouraged each other to delve into the subject beyond what was required of us at work.
Here’s my appreciation to a great team. Cheers!
My colleague then suggested we should do the same on one of our products which is a glass covered tealight. Instantly my creative juices kicked in and I got excited, wanting to explore the possibilities of this idea. All she said was, “So what happens when someone orders it? We can’t deliver it the next day!”.
It made me long for the good ol’ days, when I was in a team of people with the same wavelength, humour and positive attitude to build each other’s ideas up instead of shooting it down. Yeah, this was the same team that named our meeting rooms Rivendell and pasted CSI warnings on the bosses doors. It dawned upon me that perhaps this is the reason why I found my old job so enjoyable. Now that they’ve all left, the magic and synergy is also gone. We would get so excited when an idea hit us. Some examples of what we’ve done:
We built a nativity scene using some wizard figurines (as Joseph and the wise men), a soft toy donkey (Bulls Eye), a Power Puff keychain (as Mother Mary).
At the height of Star Wars, we clothed our koala and sheep clip-ons in a painstaking and elaborate Darth Vader outfit made of paper, complete with lightsabers. Princess Leia was easy, since the sheep had the round shaped horns.
Yeah, life was fun, work was made to be fun. We learnt together, got excited about the new things we were learning like wines, Chinese Tea, Winnie-the-Pooh, Lord of the Rings (of course). We sharpened our minds and ideas against each other and encouraged each other to delve into the subject beyond what was required of us at work.
Here’s my appreciation to a great team. Cheers!
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
I Will Survive!
"The rat is still alive! You go deal with it since it was your idea to keep it at the back of the house."
After 10 mins of getting ready to shower upstairs, KS still didn't come up.
"Dear? Are you trying to bond with the rat?"
"What rat? That's Sam you're talking about!"
Ohh boy...
We left Sam in the garden the whole night, hoping that the moring rays will do the trick but it rained. I took a quick glance at it as we left to work and he was curled up in a small ball from the cold. The dark clouds were already breaking, with a hint of the sun's rays peeking out of the cracks.
KS tried to make me promise the next rat we catch we'll release it... somewhere.
After 10 mins of getting ready to shower upstairs, KS still didn't come up.
"Dear? Are you trying to bond with the rat?"
"What rat? That's Sam you're talking about!"
Ohh boy...
We left Sam in the garden the whole night, hoping that the moring rays will do the trick but it rained. I took a quick glance at it as we left to work and he was curled up in a small ball from the cold. The dark clouds were already breaking, with a hint of the sun's rays peeking out of the cracks.
KS tried to make me promise the next rat we catch we'll release it... somewhere.
Tired
After days of stress and almost sleepless nights about "What if their counter offer is better than the other company? Which would I pick?", the verdict is in and I'm feeling... drained.
Last night was spent listing down the pros and cons for staying back or joining the new company, debating on what factors that make each job more worthwhile, praying and crying, asking God for a clear path and a loud shout as to which direction to take. I must admit my preference started to get favourable towards staying on.
Well, God couldn't have spoken louder today. Father, now all I ask is strength and sustenance to go through with the whole thing. Resigning is a stressful thing indeed.
Last night was spent listing down the pros and cons for staying back or joining the new company, debating on what factors that make each job more worthwhile, praying and crying, asking God for a clear path and a loud shout as to which direction to take. I must admit my preference started to get favourable towards staying on.
Well, God couldn't have spoken louder today. Father, now all I ask is strength and sustenance to go through with the whole thing. Resigning is a stressful thing indeed.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Wildfire
I’ve become an instant star in my company. Everyone’s talking, from the cleaning lady to those on the factory floor to the IT Department to Finance. Whispers of “she’s leaving” is blazing through the grapevines faster that I can blink.
It feels weird. It will be a really sad day for me when I leave. My uncomfortable comfort zone, the only organisation I ever knew since I shuffled out of uni, my hand print on the wall proclaiming my 5 years here, almost every nook and corner I have stepped in, almost every “secret” that outside people doesn’t know, the directors whom have been very kind to me (because I don’t report directly to them so we don’t give each other any grief!)…
But back to the spead of the news, I'm suitably impressed and bewildered. My staff mentioned about the time when my colleague left for a month holiday, rumours going around the factory staff was that she eloped! And these are people whom we hardly have contact with too!
I wonder where these news/rumours leak from.
It feels weird. It will be a really sad day for me when I leave. My uncomfortable comfort zone, the only organisation I ever knew since I shuffled out of uni, my hand print on the wall proclaiming my 5 years here, almost every nook and corner I have stepped in, almost every “secret” that outside people doesn’t know, the directors whom have been very kind to me (because I don’t report directly to them so we don’t give each other any grief!)…
But back to the spead of the news, I'm suitably impressed and bewildered. My staff mentioned about the time when my colleague left for a month holiday, rumours going around the factory staff was that she eloped! And these are people whom we hardly have contact with too!
I wonder where these news/rumours leak from.
My Say!
Oh Joy! I just got a letter from Citibank regarding my recent contact with them with regards to my problem. It's a Customer Satisfaction Survey! They're asking me how satisfied I was with the service provided.
Gonna print out my blog and add more stuff into it. Not like I'm hoping they'd woo me back to be their customer again - I solemnly swear I will NEVER be a Citibank customer again and will continue to encourage others not to be either.
Gonna print out my blog and add more stuff into it. Not like I'm hoping they'd woo me back to be their customer again - I solemnly swear I will NEVER be a Citibank customer again and will continue to encourage others not to be either.
Cat and Rat
Greeting us at the front door this morning was a very hungry Charles. Mating season's over, I guess, so now he's decided to adopt us again, plus the fact that he's starving too.
So we give him his usual handfuls of cat food and went about preparing to leave the house to go to work. Just then, KS discovered my rat trap had caught our recent Mr Rat who has been terrorizing our kitchen for the past week. I took the trap out to place it in the garden where the heat would eventually kill it.
Wow, the moment Charles saw the rat, he got super excited, crouching in preparation for a pounce and jumped at the cage. He was all over the trap, pawing it from every angle while the rat squealed in fear. Obviously the cat wouldn't have been able to claw the rat in any way so I wanted to leave them there but KS was so upset and made me take the trap to the back of the house, away from the cat.
Charles gave a loud pitiful wail as he saw me carrying it back into the house. His 5 minute toy. Oh well, if the rat survives today, I'll see how things go tomorrow although I don't desire feeding him with a rat.
So we give him his usual handfuls of cat food and went about preparing to leave the house to go to work. Just then, KS discovered my rat trap had caught our recent Mr Rat who has been terrorizing our kitchen for the past week. I took the trap out to place it in the garden where the heat would eventually kill it.
Wow, the moment Charles saw the rat, he got super excited, crouching in preparation for a pounce and jumped at the cage. He was all over the trap, pawing it from every angle while the rat squealed in fear. Obviously the cat wouldn't have been able to claw the rat in any way so I wanted to leave them there but KS was so upset and made me take the trap to the back of the house, away from the cat.
Charles gave a loud pitiful wail as he saw me carrying it back into the house. His 5 minute toy. Oh well, if the rat survives today, I'll see how things go tomorrow although I don't desire feeding him with a rat.
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