Have you ever taken a good look at the front page of your local paper? I've never taken notice until one colleague pointed it out amidst hearty laughs. I swear the most-read English paper does this on purpose. They link their headlines to the pictures although the picture often refers to some other story.
For example, there was this headline once that said "Tougher Sentence for Serial Rapists" with a picture of someone culling chickens during the bird flu scare.
Yesterday was quite hilarious too, "Hunt for Tax Evaders" with a picture of a soldier taking aim with a rifle. I didn't read what the picture was refering to but I had a good laugh in the morning.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Entwined
Over the last couple of months or so, KS has been lamenting about this witch he had to deal with in this bank. She would call him every 10 minutes or so to find out irrelevant information "to prepare herself in case the bosses ask her". This resulted in frayed nerves and a very short temper by the end of the day.
I listened sympathetically and had once talked to her on the phone when we were on our way to work as he was driving. Of course, she did sound like a total witch, insinuating that if she doesn't get that information, they would cut off the deal. Resigned, KS tried and tried to accomodate her.
Then as we went to NZ, his boss had to take his calls and she was frazzled with the witch's calls. His boss finally understood his moans and pains.
Today, on the way to work, KS gets me to call the witch to inform her of a postponed meeting. He whipped out her business card and I started calling but after a few rings and no answer, I chickened out and hung up. Toying with several suggestions of how to leave a message so she won't get mad, I decided to take a proper look at the card. The name jumped out and I gasped and exclaimed so loudly KS nearly swerved.
"What? WHAT?" he demanded.
"I KNOW her!"
"What do you mean?"
"She is from our church and she was my partner for one of the courses we took together!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yup, and I've been keeping in touch with her off and on"
"Oh God.... NOOO!!!!"
I listened sympathetically and had once talked to her on the phone when we were on our way to work as he was driving. Of course, she did sound like a total witch, insinuating that if she doesn't get that information, they would cut off the deal. Resigned, KS tried and tried to accomodate her.
Then as we went to NZ, his boss had to take his calls and she was frazzled with the witch's calls. His boss finally understood his moans and pains.
Today, on the way to work, KS gets me to call the witch to inform her of a postponed meeting. He whipped out her business card and I started calling but after a few rings and no answer, I chickened out and hung up. Toying with several suggestions of how to leave a message so she won't get mad, I decided to take a proper look at the card. The name jumped out and I gasped and exclaimed so loudly KS nearly swerved.
"What? WHAT?" he demanded.
"I KNOW her!"
"What do you mean?"
"She is from our church and she was my partner for one of the courses we took together!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yup, and I've been keeping in touch with her off and on"
"Oh God.... NOOO!!!!"
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
My nephew, James
Here's a picture of James my nephew, taken some years back. Here he was modelling for an Isetan ad in Singapore.
James is now past 3 years and is a great boy to be with. My mum would lie down with him while he tries to go to sleep and he would then murmur, "Poh Poh, you're the best!".
He has an obsession of staring at the wheels of his toy cars as he rolls them across the table/floor.
Blue Black
Placing your clock on the top of the bed is not a good idea. Try craning your neck as you wake up sleepily and try to focus on the clock upside down. It hurts your neck and you often read the clock wrongly.
This morning was one of the times when I read it wrongly. I literally catapulted from the bed as I thought I was extremely late. Jumping in and out of the shower, I then made a quick selection of what I thought was my black trousers. It is one of my loosest ones and when I slipped it on, it pulled at my hips and thighs. What a way to start the morning thinking your pants are beyond salvation of your fat bum.
It was not until I reached the office and had a really good look and realised it was my dark blue pants which has always been tight (yeah, right from the day I came back from my holiday).
This morning was one of the times when I read it wrongly. I literally catapulted from the bed as I thought I was extremely late. Jumping in and out of the shower, I then made a quick selection of what I thought was my black trousers. It is one of my loosest ones and when I slipped it on, it pulled at my hips and thighs. What a way to start the morning thinking your pants are beyond salvation of your fat bum.
It was not until I reached the office and had a really good look and realised it was my dark blue pants which has always been tight (yeah, right from the day I came back from my holiday).
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
The Ex PM
Yesterday we drove from Melaka back to KL after spending a good long weekend there eating, watching tv, eating, sleeping... what a fabulous itinerary!
I swear the clock showed 4:10pm as we backed out of the driveway and because I was feeling sleepy, I slept the entire trip only to be woken up when we neared the toll and the clock read 5:22pm! Now, it apparently takes 1 hour 15 mins toll to toll so I reckon KS must have really stepped on it while I was sleeping.
Anyway, we decided to hang out at Berjaya Times Square as we had to wait for my sis to arrive from the Pudu bus station nearby. I must say this is a really large and tall shopping centre and since I'm not used to the layout, gave me headaches just trying to go around the shops.
Finally we decided to step into Borders (cited to be the largest in Asia) but we then realised they didn't claim it to be the biggest bookstore in Asia, merely the largest BORDERS in Asia. Ah well, they got us fooled.
I grew up on books and love reading. Going in there rekindled all my reading desires and I badly wanted to pick up at least 3 books. But since I was broke, I already signed a contract with KS for him to stop me from buying anything. Belatedly, I eyed the rows and rows of deliciously enticing stories, wrapped behind each cover waiting for me to unfold each story.
Suddenly, there was a tinge in the air. Everyone started moving a bit more cautiously and attention was directed towards a small framed man who had just stepped in. Tun Mahathir. People started drawing close with several people actually going up to him, asking for his signature and shaking his hand. The staff were in a flurry, flushed with excitement as they hovered in groups while throwing glances his way.
I've actually met him before and got his signature. That time he was surrounded with a whole battallion of guards with Rafidah Aziz beside him so I merely shoved my item into his hands to sign it. No words. However this time, he looked so much smaller and well, older.
I asked KS later what he would have said to him, "Thank him for bringing us to where we are now" but otherwise we didn't know what else to say. Mine would have been a simple "Eh, you're working on a public holiday ah? You're in your uniform!". What would you say to him?
I swear the clock showed 4:10pm as we backed out of the driveway and because I was feeling sleepy, I slept the entire trip only to be woken up when we neared the toll and the clock read 5:22pm! Now, it apparently takes 1 hour 15 mins toll to toll so I reckon KS must have really stepped on it while I was sleeping.
Anyway, we decided to hang out at Berjaya Times Square as we had to wait for my sis to arrive from the Pudu bus station nearby. I must say this is a really large and tall shopping centre and since I'm not used to the layout, gave me headaches just trying to go around the shops.
Finally we decided to step into Borders (cited to be the largest in Asia) but we then realised they didn't claim it to be the biggest bookstore in Asia, merely the largest BORDERS in Asia. Ah well, they got us fooled.
I grew up on books and love reading. Going in there rekindled all my reading desires and I badly wanted to pick up at least 3 books. But since I was broke, I already signed a contract with KS for him to stop me from buying anything. Belatedly, I eyed the rows and rows of deliciously enticing stories, wrapped behind each cover waiting for me to unfold each story.
Suddenly, there was a tinge in the air. Everyone started moving a bit more cautiously and attention was directed towards a small framed man who had just stepped in. Tun Mahathir. People started drawing close with several people actually going up to him, asking for his signature and shaking his hand. The staff were in a flurry, flushed with excitement as they hovered in groups while throwing glances his way.
I've actually met him before and got his signature. That time he was surrounded with a whole battallion of guards with Rafidah Aziz beside him so I merely shoved my item into his hands to sign it. No words. However this time, he looked so much smaller and well, older.
I asked KS later what he would have said to him, "Thank him for bringing us to where we are now" but otherwise we didn't know what else to say. Mine would have been a simple "Eh, you're working on a public holiday ah? You're in your uniform!". What would you say to him?
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Rain Dance
Ask my close friends. They'd all solemnly swear I have the following "gift".
It all started when I was much younger, in my teens perhaps. It used to be so hot that I would take a bucket of water and sprinkle water on the cement driveway, watch it evaporate and repeat. This could be any time of the day but it must be HOT.
Then I'd notice that it would rain thereafter. Believe it or not, I convinced myself that I could do it but never shared it with anyone.
Until I grew older, I would simply do this off and on. Slowly I revealed it to those closest to me and of course there would be disbelief and laughter as people started looking at me like I were some crackpot. Then I'd prove it to them and they'd thereafter keep quiet and ocassionally request for rain.
One memorable incident was when my friend Adrian declared it was the hottest day that year and I slanted him a look and said, "You want rain? I'll do my dance if you'd like". He laughed and laughed and poked fun of me but I kept quiet. Then, just before I left his place in the carpark, I took out some water and trickled it onto the road.
That afternoon, dark clouds gathered over his apartment and a storm erupted. I was passing by the area again and triumphantly looked at KS (who is a believer) and gave a grin. Shortly, an sms came through from Adrian "I am not worthy!" with further requests for making it rain purple-haird Japanese babes.
More recently, my friend G didn't want to go to a function she was obligated to and begged me for rain so that she'd have a great excuse. When rain did come at 3pm, she shook her head and said it didn't qualify as the function was late evening.
Surprisingly, the rain stopped although it was still cloudy and then rained again later on in the evening! She had already gone home and was preparing to go. She sms-ed me giving thanks for the great thunderstorm over her area.
Do you now believe? *evil laugh*
It all started when I was much younger, in my teens perhaps. It used to be so hot that I would take a bucket of water and sprinkle water on the cement driveway, watch it evaporate and repeat. This could be any time of the day but it must be HOT.
Then I'd notice that it would rain thereafter. Believe it or not, I convinced myself that I could do it but never shared it with anyone.
Until I grew older, I would simply do this off and on. Slowly I revealed it to those closest to me and of course there would be disbelief and laughter as people started looking at me like I were some crackpot. Then I'd prove it to them and they'd thereafter keep quiet and ocassionally request for rain.
One memorable incident was when my friend Adrian declared it was the hottest day that year and I slanted him a look and said, "You want rain? I'll do my dance if you'd like". He laughed and laughed and poked fun of me but I kept quiet. Then, just before I left his place in the carpark, I took out some water and trickled it onto the road.
That afternoon, dark clouds gathered over his apartment and a storm erupted. I was passing by the area again and triumphantly looked at KS (who is a believer) and gave a grin. Shortly, an sms came through from Adrian "I am not worthy!" with further requests for making it rain purple-haird Japanese babes.
More recently, my friend G didn't want to go to a function she was obligated to and begged me for rain so that she'd have a great excuse. When rain did come at 3pm, she shook her head and said it didn't qualify as the function was late evening.
Surprisingly, the rain stopped although it was still cloudy and then rained again later on in the evening! She had already gone home and was preparing to go. She sms-ed me giving thanks for the great thunderstorm over her area.
Do you now believe? *evil laugh*
Obsession
Why is it that I can lose interest in everything in my life and yet I'm still glued to Neopets?? It beats me that I've been playing Freaky Factory eversince I was introduced to it during he Christmas holidays. I was even playing it the night before my wedding!
I wonder if I baked and baked and baked as much as I played, I'd still be obsessed with baking. At least if I were, I'd be able to make real money by selling them and not just neopoints!
I wonder if I baked and baked and baked as much as I played, I'd still be obsessed with baking. At least if I were, I'd be able to make real money by selling them and not just neopoints!
On the Spot
Have you ever encountered getting a smart answer to a question you got 10 hours too late? I get that all the time so much so that I've given up trying to retort my "perfect" answer on the spot.
However, these last couple of days, I find that my tongue and brain started to be in sync and have said a few things which would have taken me hours to come up. It feels gooood...
However, these last couple of days, I find that my tongue and brain started to be in sync and have said a few things which would have taken me hours to come up. It feels gooood...
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Speaking of Spits...
My eldest sister told me this story so this is not first hand. She was sitting in a train in Melbourne and there was this attractive girl sleeping on the crowded train. Just as this scruffy looking guy was about to step out at the next stop, he cleared his throat and drew up phlegm and spat it out. Unfortunately it landed on this girl's hand (I think it was somewhere near her wrist or something). Anyway, she suddenly wakes up, sees the spit and proceeded to lick it up thinking she had drooled while she dozed!
Now go drink something.
Now go drink something.
Public Toilets
Yes, that was our topic of conversation at lunch. We tend to have very interesting topics and those with a weak stomach may never want to eat with us again. Ask KS.
Anyway, we were discussing about the Malaysian mentality and why we're "not there yet" with our first class facilities. Of course, the best example was how we used our toilets. Cross a small strait into Singapore and their public toilets are generally such a pleasure to use. We pay to get into some of our toilets and yet never experience the same cleanliness we get overseas.
Some public toilets here have bars placed above the bowl to prevent squatting on the bowl. In Australia, my sister told me there is a signage in their toilets often used by Asians to request the users not to stand on the bowl. How embarrassing! We're famous for squatting on toilet bowls apart from being the best people to forge credit cards.
In fact, in my office toilet on my floor where people are supposed to be more "educated", I often find a watery blob of spit on the floor in the stall. If it's there long enough, the perimeter of it will be lined with small red ants happily drinking it in. I mean, how difficult is it to spit into the bowl in that small room for cryin' out loud??
My proposal is that we get rid of all squatting toilets at home so that everyone learns how to use a sitting one properly without taps. Our toilets always has a tap with a hose for washing up although it really beats me how one does that. I can't imagine using water as opposed to using toilet rolls to clean yourself up and then wear back your underwear. Wouldn't your clothes get wet?
Hmm... I wonder what's our next topic of lunch conversation.
Anyway, we were discussing about the Malaysian mentality and why we're "not there yet" with our first class facilities. Of course, the best example was how we used our toilets. Cross a small strait into Singapore and their public toilets are generally such a pleasure to use. We pay to get into some of our toilets and yet never experience the same cleanliness we get overseas.
Some public toilets here have bars placed above the bowl to prevent squatting on the bowl. In Australia, my sister told me there is a signage in their toilets often used by Asians to request the users not to stand on the bowl. How embarrassing! We're famous for squatting on toilet bowls apart from being the best people to forge credit cards.
In fact, in my office toilet on my floor where people are supposed to be more "educated", I often find a watery blob of spit on the floor in the stall. If it's there long enough, the perimeter of it will be lined with small red ants happily drinking it in. I mean, how difficult is it to spit into the bowl in that small room for cryin' out loud??
My proposal is that we get rid of all squatting toilets at home so that everyone learns how to use a sitting one properly without taps. Our toilets always has a tap with a hose for washing up although it really beats me how one does that. I can't imagine using water as opposed to using toilet rolls to clean yourself up and then wear back your underwear. Wouldn't your clothes get wet?
Hmm... I wonder what's our next topic of lunch conversation.
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