I’m sitting at my desk, eating my peanut butter & jam sandwich on stale bread. Damn cham! *sigh…
Been spending too much, bills not paid yet. Nevermind, I just pretend that I’m on a diet, which I probably need to be in.
Shit! After 2 bites, I realised the bread is not only stale, but already mouldy. Craps!
Yeah! Means I got excuse to go buy food. Bye!
Today, I had to attend a brekkie social meeting with people from my office. As it is our first meeting, we were asked to introduce ourselves and name our favourite band, favourite movie and name of our pets.
I found myself saying that “Everything but the girl” is my favourite band and “The Virgins Suicide” my favourite movie. Everyone gave me a blank look. Literally, I could hear a pin dropping. *sigh. While the hot favourite bands were Pearl Jam & U2 (This girl said she love Meatloaf. HUH? That’s Social Suicide!!). Others popular favourite movies were, Shawshank Redemption and Schindler’s List. What a load of poseurs.
Well… people might think I’m a poseur too coz they don’t know what I’m talking about. Who cares.
Honestly, there is no band in the world that is my favourite. And no movie in the world that I can watch it every single day. I still don’t know why I said those were my favourite.
Every since I was little, I always wanted to leave home. After a heated unfair arguement with dad, he always say, “As long as you live under this roof, you have to listen to my rules. Move out if you think you can.”
So, about 5 years ago, I made a pact with myself that I would either get married or move out of the house by the age of 30. Western culture would be laughing at anyone who still live at home with the parent after the age of 21.
Not only because I want to be independent but also, I don’t seemed to get along well with my parents. Since then, every year seemed to get worse. I think probably its because when I get older, my opinion gets more and more different as my parents. How can a small flat contain 3 grown adults? Especially when my parents still see me as their little daughter who don’t know better.
Even though I was living at home with my parents, I still do my own laundry and theirs, clean my own room and theirs, do grocery for the family and more. I’m not like a spoilt child over the age of 25 still having her mother wash her undies. I help out around the house. Ask BS or GL, they can tell you that I’m almost a maid. So how is it different from living on your own? Now that I’m no longer around at home, my parents are feeling the stress, I know because my friends and my aunt tell me.
Okay, I digress. What I wanted to say is that since my pact to move out of the house by the age of 30, the pressure was on KL. However, I have decided that should he be unable to marry me by then, I would simply move out into a rented room or sort.
I’m glad I did managed to move out of my parents before my 29th birthday. My relationship with them is so much more better now, especially with mum. Everyone who knows me knows that I have a bad relationship with mum, it includes lots of screaming, yelling of vulgarities and slamming of doors. That IS the only communication we ever do. As for dad, he always win his arguement if we were on the fone. Coz he always slam the fone on me. Once, at work, we were arguing on the fone. He said, “Fuck you!” then *Bang. In fustration, I said, to the empty tone, “FUCK YOU BACK” and slam my telephone back at the set. Then my colleagues all stared at me. Embarrassed, I had to explain it was my dad and not a client on the fone. I think that is still bad.
I don’t know how to resolve this. Maybe its mother nature. How come our parents or our granparents have no such problem with their kids? Coz they probably got married or moved out on their own before any conflict.
Sorry, only solution is move out. Otherwise, just bite your lips and soldier on. You will never win the fight with your parents.
Value for Money!
translation : Cheapskate!
I think that makes a good writer is when the readers can understand what the hell he is trying to say. Not someone who can write with brillant flair of powerful English.
My manager is barely gone for 3 weeks in France for holiday, we had already received 3 post cards, 4 emails and 3 text message from him. My colleague says, he is homesick.
Hahaa…
KL: It’s definitely not listed! If it is, I won’t be living in a 997 per month rented flat. And our pool will be kidney shaped.
Me: Please… like that I want maybe 3 lane swimming pool.
KL: Yah, cos I need 2 lanes.
Me: Hahaa… we can swim side by side =)
To the chicken: “I’m in a fowl mood.”
To the cows: “Till we meat again.”
BS repeated these words to me today, ” If you are fasting but not praying, that mean you are only doing it for vanity.” Well, it’s actually GL’s word of wisdom, not BS. I’ve been horrible this Lent. Not only did I complain a lot about not eating meat, but also I haven’t prayed much. And worse of all, miss mass regularly. Craps! I used to be so good, going for Station of the cross every Friday regularly. *sigh… but it has all be confessed on Monday.
On the other hand, without me in Sunnyland, BS and GL have been rather slack with mass and confessions. I need to nag at them.
Gosh, was so bitchy yesterday and I went for penitential service after work. Its my first penitential service here in Melly, but not my first confession done here.
Anyway, I got kind of misled and wasn’t sure where the queue starts or end. Then this irritating guy, stood behind and me, grunted and point where the queue of sinners were. Damn! I was so annoyed. Can’t he tell me nicely?
Anyway, there was already someone inside the booth and it was taking an unusually long time. Everyone was turning their heads to look at the door periodically. Finally she came out and the queue moved.
When my turn came, I entered the booth. Half expecting the booth to be like the sort you watch in the movies, but it was a decent sized room with a narrow table separating the priest and I. Seeing a kneeling stool and a chair, I asked if I should kneel or sit. The priest said it was up to me. Having a large butt, I chose the latter.
I was quite delighted that the priest was an old one. Aahh… GL and me used to only queue up where Fr Arroll was coz he was always so nice and kind. Anyway, my “story” must have gotten rather exciting because the priest was inching forward, pulling his chair often. Then I realised, he is hard of earring. Hahaa….
So, when I thought I was done, the priest raised his hand and had his palm face me - as if he is asking me to stop. Shocked, I actually said, “Huh?” Then he mumbled something…. “say 5 Our Father”. Oh…
Okay, for your info, I didn’t hold up the queue. In fact, I was so surprised I got out of there so quickly.
I can’t stand it when people say “Ow Kai” rather than “Okay”.
Maybe its the accent. Fuck the accent, it’s still annoying!
KL was watching a thai horror show in the living room and I refused to watch it. So, I called BS at his home just now because I got bored.
Well, the truth is, I know that GL is going there and I really miss them. It’s really nice to talk rubbish with them over the telephone. I was on speaker phone. We talked about how gay is GL’s dog. And that he is already neutered but still humps everything in sight, leaving trails of his err… sperm.
CS sent me an email with this attachment. In it she wrote, “This pic reminds me of you and GL.”
Hahaa… cute!
DTAC, my ex classmate from TP just msn me telling me that he used my name to get appointment with our ex lecturers. Huh?
He said that he called one of our ex lecturer to make an appointment to see him coz he wants to discuss one of his products to them. Apparently, no matter how much DTAC tried to describe who he is, he have no clue. Then he told him that he was in the same class as me (used my name), and instantly, a lightbulb was lit. And, he agreed to meet up with him.
When he was in TP, he called up 2 more ex-lecturers and they too refused to see him. He tried my name again and they came down to see him. WOAH! Didn’t know I was so famous/popular!
The fact that I was not a good student in school makes me wonder how these people remember me after more than a decade. Either my name is unique or I am known as the girl that tried to kill herself because she failed her exams. Or simply, I am the vainpot in school - aka ’school flower’ .
To that last statement: HAHAHAAHAHAAAAA!!!!
Whatever it is… I think its pretty cool.
We went marketing today after a long long time. The shoving and pushing, the yelling and the screaming is something KL have to get used to. Because, I kind of miss the sight and sound of it - reminds me of going marketing with my grandma when I was younger.
Anyway, we stuck to our shopping list but still overspent coz we wanted to eat well. So, we had salmon with greek salad tonight for dinner. All thanks to KL who did all the work, including making his very own mayo from scratch.
My manager is away for the whole month - he went on holiday to France with his wife. I moved into his office on Tuesday after much persuasion.
Its great to have your very own office. I farted loudly today. Don’t have to worry anyone hears or smells it. Unless someone came to the room to take a file.
On Monday, I saw a line of people sitting outside one of the meeting rooms sucking on a green lolly. Then I realised, they are there for the free flu vaccination my company was providing.
I had a flu vaccination courtesy of my company today (simply because I’m ‘yeow gui’ - free one leh). I kind out missed the dateline to register for it but I called anyway and was put on the waiting list. The vaccination will only take place on Monday and Wednesday. Seeing that I managed to “escape” on Monday, my guard was down today because I simply forgot about it. The phone call came at 10.14am informing me that I have been booked in for the 11.11am vaccination. *DARN!
Since that telephone call, I became rather nervous. Strangely, I have never been sooo afraid of the needle. I had some sort of injection every year (health check, few surgery, etc). I think I was more worried about falling sick after the flu vaccination.
I went in, was told that the vaccination will only take effect after 2 weeks. Which means I will be slowly build up the immunity within these 2 weeks. The “missy” told me that the vaccination is against Malaysia flu, Canadian flu and etc … and that it will last from 6 to 12 months.
“Missy” asked all the relevant medical history and before she took out the needle, she asked if I was the type that faint easily. Haha.. I told the “missy”, no but I rather not see the needle. Yes, I’m chicken-shit.
No, I didn’t cry or scream. After that, she gave me this weird looking green lolly and asked me to suck on it and sit at the waiting area for 15mins. Apparently, the lolly and the resting after the shot was to counter the shock. Hahaa. Since my office is so near, I went back and continued working.
Co, my new friend, and I decided that we deserve something to reward ourselves for the injection. Seeing that we have our ‘poor-thing’ sandwich everyday for lunch, we decided to go somewhere nice for lunch. So off to a little japanese place to have nice hot soupy udon in this cold 10 degrees autumn day.
Co, who had the shot before me, emailed me at 3pm, telling me that she feels quite oozy. At that time, I realised I was feeling quesy and nauseous too. Too bad, the nurses are already gone for the day, else I could pop in and ask if it’s the side effect of the vaccination or just our lunch.
*Yes, the lolly looks a bit weird.
We all know that we have a resident Possum (common ring tail possum) at our car porch. And we named him Perry. He is fat and furry.
We also know that he have a sexy companion which he loves chasing around. We also named her. This is Polly. I differentiate them by their ears.
Perry and Polly went missing (hibernate we think) during Spring/Summer. And last week, we saw Perry coming back.
We came back from dinner and we saw Perry on top of the fence. Closer inspection, we realised that he have a little someone on his back.
Presenting, Pepe - their young. Ain’t he adorable?
*Okay, photo taking skills quite rotten. But they are nocturnal, have to take with flash.
A few weeks ago, KL and I went to watch Mummenshanz. KL watched that when he was younger and always remember it, so he knew I would enjoyed it.
It started like a date. We went lunch in the city and I brought him to show him around my office and the neighbouring posh boutiques.
It was interesting. Sort of like puppetry but not really. Pretty entertaining. Anyway, many times, I caught myself laughing like a little kid. The whole theater was filled with kids with shorter attention span than me. But I was amazed that they actually were pretty behaved unlike the spoilt rotten monkeys in SunnyLand. Anyway, many times, I caught myself laughing like a little kid.