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1980′s Baby

Joe sent me an email that made me smile. The email is full of pictures of stuffs from the good ol’ 1980′s when kids have the most of fun. Joy and entertainment comes in simple packages like stones and twigs. If you’re a 1980′s baby like i am, this post will stir fond, fond memories.

There are more i can add to the list but i’m too lazy to look for the pictures. Like pop ice, starch glue that comes in plastic bottles of red, yellow, blue or green, digital Casio watch that suspiciously looks something that came out from Transformers, 1980′s filthy cinemas with ‘kuachi’ (sunflower seed) skins all over the floor, batu seremban, getah and many more.

It’s funny that i used to groan when my parents to their when-we-were-young-a-bowl-of-noodle-cost-10-cents-only thingy. Now it’s happening to me LOL. Reminiscing the 1980′s.

I would give anything to get back to 80s… errr… except for internet lar. I’ll die without internet.

Happy Lantern Festival

What does the Moon Cake Festival stands for? I’m pretty ashamed to say that i have no blardy idea what’s it for except to sit under the moon (if there is any visible today) and feed pints of blood to hungry mosquitoes. What kind of festival do you call this? Festivals are supposed to be enjoyable and happening and fun.

You know what will be a good idea instead? Buy a big round rice paper lamp (like those round things you can get from ikea) and hang it above the living room ceiling. Enjoy mooncakes under a fake moon *wakaka! with the comfort of air-con. You want lanterns? Can hang it at the window or balcony or ceiling or whatever wat. Dream lar.

I’m going to wiki for the definition of Moon Cake Festival just in case i get scolding for being less Chinese than the ang mohs.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!
Happy Lantern Festival everyone!
Happy Mooncake Festival everyone!

I don’t even like mooncakes… hmmmm… ok lar, the tea flavor ones should be good.

The Lack of Waistline

Someone once told me, if all human in this world were designed with a unique special ability, mine would be a dic head (as in dictionary head) coz i make up words that only i could understand.

Among the many nonsensical word i made up, ‘ewww’ is the word that i use almost everyday. No not ‘eww’ the word that is used to express disgust or grossness. Not ‘ewe’ which stands for a female sheep either. I mean ‘ewww’ with a triple W which stands for the the lack of waistline.

In Cantonese waist or waistline is referred to as ‘yiu’. So it only made sense ~~to me only~~ that the lack of waistline is called ‘ewww’ which has similar pronunciation as ‘yiu’ but when spoken one must emphasize on the triple Ws and express it with deep disgust.

For example i have this identical real life conversation with Mr. Bf almost every single day.

Me: I fat.
Mr. Bf: No lar.
Me: Getting fatter and fatter.
Mr. Bf: Where got. Still got ‘yiu’ (waist) wat…
Me: I don’t have ‘yiu’! I have ‘ewww’. Like tree trunk!

Sometimes i think Mr. Bf purposely say i have ‘yiu’ every single time i raise this subject just to spite me and make me say the word. He thinks it’s funny. I think… i’ll bite his head off.

Yet Another One Tied The Knot

I’m like O.o going through all the wedding photos of friends that got hitched recently. What’s with the age range of 26-28? Everyone is getting married. It’s like every week since June this year, i’ve been receiving news of yet another girl friend’s wedding. Today i found out another one had just jump on the bandwagon and tied the knot.

Not that it’s a bad thing… as scary as it seems.

I always thought that if i were to get married, my future husband would have to tie me up with a thick set of rope and drag me off to Spain or other exotic country for honeymoon (a girl can dream can’t she?) and i’ll me screaming, crying and kicking away (refusing to go). I’m very attached to my family you know.

However, things have changed since then. Now, i think i’ll just get tidy and pack up. I’ll be ready to go just in case an acceptable candidate pops over to propose.

“Marry me?”
“Hell yeah! I’m packed. Let’s go!… Which way to your car Alex?”
“Errr…. I’m Andrew”
“Oh… whatever. Let’s go get hitched”

Dang… i need to get out if this house.

C’est la Vie Monsieur Cokroach

A cockroach crawled up my bed and bit my leg while i was half way in an awesome dream ~~in which the nature of the dream i can’t reveal~~. Jolted up at 5am in the morning because of the nasty thing. Had no idea what bit me but i did a football kick that would have made David Beckham proud. The cockroach landed dazed on the floor. Thank god Ridsect was at hand and the THING has met it’s maker… i think. (It ran under my bed and i never saw it again so i assume it’s C’est la Vie Monsieur Cokroach).

Thank god it’s Friday.

Nightmare at Fur-Farm

Blurryhunniee showed me this clip.

I cried and cried and cried after i saw it. I only watched the first few minutes but i couldn’t bear to watch further. I’m horrified and saddened.

Pledge to go fur-free at PETA.org.

The racoon (i think it was a racoon) all all the other animals were skinned alive. Even when the skin was pulled off the raccoon was alive… only to die few seconds later.

People out there, please, please, please do not buy fur. At least not authentic ones. Please.

Politic-ing at Work Place

How do someone handle office politics?

I’ve had my share of the worst work place politic-ing (backstabbing, gossiping, betrayal, etc) working at a certain bank which now (thank god) i refer to in past tense. The only conclusion that resulted from that horific experience is there is no way you could get rid of backstabbers. There are too many power hungry people out there and there are way too many incompetent ‘managers’ in the working world.

There are only 3 choices. Leave, play the game or live with it.

Leave and go to another place where maybe it isn’t as bad as it is in the current place. But maybe it’s gonna be worst. The definite thing is there will still be office politics where ever you go.

Learn the game. Be power hungry. Be more than a survival and race to the top. Outstage the backstabbers with your own backstabbing but be better than them.

Learn to live with it. Be a survivor. Let them say whatever they want. As long as you are doing your part. But the most important is do not let it impact you psychologically and emotionally. After all, you did nothing wrong. Communicate well with your superior and do not let it get you down. Do not let it affect your mood. It’s a lifestyle in a way. So, it’s how you choose your lifestyle.

Archive for September, 2008

1980′s Baby

Happy Lantern Festival

The Lack of Waistline

Yet Another One Tied The Knot

C’est la Vie Monsieur Cokroach

Nightmare at Fur-Farm

Politic-ing at Work Place

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