Yesterday was a bad day to do your laundry. It's been raining like crazy the whole fucking day, and hiding safe and sounds in your blanket while listening to The Beattles is the perfect answer.
Mua?
Too busy moving and shuffling things back and forth. Yes, I've moved to a new house in a fucking rainy day. Smart.
Here comes Monday that i hate.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 26, 2011
My Salad Face
Is it just me or everyone else felt Monday seems much longer then the other day? Well, you know, like it has extra 10 hours in its damn clock. Weird but my guts keep telling me that it’s true.
I just happened to bumped into my piers the other day (Monday of course) at the office lobby and not quite sure how to start a conversation with him. The reason being is because he was starring blank through the wall like Superman always does and looking confused over which lift to take to go to the fifth floor. So I just say hello and murmured to him "Monday huh" instead. He seems to agree.
I’m not sure why I had this "thing" toward ‘Monday’. I used to hate Sunday though and it was not so long ago.
Maybe it’s because I couldn’t handle the extreme transition. You were lying heavenly on your sofa cuddling your pillow with your t-shirt and PJ, watching How I Met Your Mother and the next thing you know you were walking towards your workstation with your tie, a shirt that tucked into your pants and wearing lots of perfume, doing the same thing you’ve been doing since yesteryear. It get worse when there’s a pile of workload lining up on your desk taking their turn to say "right at your face (with its middle finger)" to you.
I don’t know why ‘Monday’ requires us to wear formal attire, aren’t we not getting enough tortured? Isn’t it good if we get to wear our shirts and sweatpants and flip flop on Monday? It would surely help to smooth the extreme transition that I was talking about.
And, believe me not, Monday is so challenging, you even got to have a ‘Monday face’ to get through it. MUST HAVE! Everyone has a ‘Monday face’ and it’s unique and different from one another depending on how hard ones think the day would turn out to be. Some would have their eyes stuck in its socket looking like a modern day Frankenstein and some looks like Kurt Cobain in a tux, with cocaine in his nose.
Mine? I called my Monday face, ‘Salad face’. You know, when you had your brain scattered and dry inside your head like vegetables on a plate and a jug of vinegar just spilled right on your face? That’s a ‘Salad face’. And if there is someone that really annoy me that day, I’d put on some extra ‘dressing’ on it make it turn into a ‘Caesar Salad face’ with a ‘Go away’ sign blinking on my forehead.
Sigh,
I do sound like a soar looser didn’t I? Well, guess we shouldn’t be complaining about things we can’t change, instead try to work out on things that we can, aren’t we? It’s good enough to have opened your eyes and still see the sunlight and breathe the air, and has plenty of reasons to keep standing on your feet and walked tall. We shouldn’t be asking for more.
For what is worth, Monday do has a few tricks left in its pocket and it’s not all that bad. We’ve always use Monday as a starting point. Like, "this is the last pack of cigarette, going to start quitting comes Monday" or "I’m going to finish all the food in the fridge before Sunday and start working out on my diet AGAIN, on Monday" (which probably would fail by the end of Tuesday) or "I’m going to stop spending like Kim Kardashian now and start saving my ass off BUT not until Monday"
Smelly cat, smelly cat..its not your fault.
I just happened to bumped into my piers the other day (Monday of course) at the office lobby and not quite sure how to start a conversation with him. The reason being is because he was starring blank through the wall like Superman always does and looking confused over which lift to take to go to the fifth floor. So I just say hello and murmured to him "Monday huh" instead. He seems to agree.
I’m not sure why I had this "thing" toward ‘Monday’. I used to hate Sunday though and it was not so long ago.
Maybe it’s because I couldn’t handle the extreme transition. You were lying heavenly on your sofa cuddling your pillow with your t-shirt and PJ, watching How I Met Your Mother and the next thing you know you were walking towards your workstation with your tie, a shirt that tucked into your pants and wearing lots of perfume, doing the same thing you’ve been doing since yesteryear. It get worse when there’s a pile of workload lining up on your desk taking their turn to say "right at your face (with its middle finger)" to you.
I don’t know why ‘Monday’ requires us to wear formal attire, aren’t we not getting enough tortured? Isn’t it good if we get to wear our shirts and sweatpants and flip flop on Monday? It would surely help to smooth the extreme transition that I was talking about.
And, believe me not, Monday is so challenging, you even got to have a ‘Monday face’ to get through it. MUST HAVE! Everyone has a ‘Monday face’ and it’s unique and different from one another depending on how hard ones think the day would turn out to be. Some would have their eyes stuck in its socket looking like a modern day Frankenstein and some looks like Kurt Cobain in a tux, with cocaine in his nose.
Mine? I called my Monday face, ‘Salad face’. You know, when you had your brain scattered and dry inside your head like vegetables on a plate and a jug of vinegar just spilled right on your face? That’s a ‘Salad face’. And if there is someone that really annoy me that day, I’d put on some extra ‘dressing’ on it make it turn into a ‘Caesar Salad face’ with a ‘Go away’ sign blinking on my forehead.
Sigh,
I do sound like a soar looser didn’t I? Well, guess we shouldn’t be complaining about things we can’t change, instead try to work out on things that we can, aren’t we? It’s good enough to have opened your eyes and still see the sunlight and breathe the air, and has plenty of reasons to keep standing on your feet and walked tall. We shouldn’t be asking for more.
For what is worth, Monday do has a few tricks left in its pocket and it’s not all that bad. We’ve always use Monday as a starting point. Like, "this is the last pack of cigarette, going to start quitting comes Monday" or "I’m going to finish all the food in the fridge before Sunday and start working out on my diet AGAIN, on Monday" (which probably would fail by the end of Tuesday) or "I’m going to stop spending like Kim Kardashian now and start saving my ass off BUT not until Monday"
Smelly cat, smelly cat..its not your fault.
Jan 20, 2011
A Box Full of Ice-cream and an Ice-cream Man
I need a vacation!!! Did i said it like a million times? Yes, cause i need it so bad. If 'vacation' is a "girl" i certainly would have ask "her" to marry me. I don't care if "she's" a bitch waiting to pounce on my money or my time and flirting with my friends behind my back. I do not care if "she's" a douche bag who definitely would dump me out every time "she" met a cute guy, or even if "she's" a bimbo with an attitude issues. Or even worst if "she's" a rock star with a chronic drugs and alcohol problems and does nothing for a living. I DON'T CARE! I'll propose "her" in no time.
Though I'm not rushing at time but the start of the year is a perfect corridor to plan your leave for the whole year. New leave planner with a whole 365 days to choose. Its kinda sounds like things you shouldn't be wary about but you might wanna think again.
Let me put it this way, imagine you are an 8 years old, been given a choice to choose your most likable ice-cream from a box full of it. There's a different flavours of ice-cream in it and you have to choose fast and precise because all 8 years old from your block are choosing from the same box. You must pick wisely and make sure the ice-cream that you pick would fully utilise your need cause the ice-cream man only stops at your neighbourhood once a year. Sounds like a though choice huh?
Well, that is exactly the kind of situation I'm in right now with so many dates and so many places to choose from. I know its not "the end of the world-esque" problem but when you are sitting in front of your PC at your workstation checking out numbers, wordings, definition, formulas and stuff, you'll find out that leisure is a MUST and wasting your holiday with unnecessary problem because you didn't plan it wisely, is a big NO NO.
So here's the deal. I always opted for the beach or island cause i kinda like an 'island junkie' and i think a tanned skin is way cooler then parading around town with Ferrari. I am a fan of 'sunny days', hot sand and the smell of sea wind and i cant get enough of it. But I'm in a really tight time frame here. 4 days max, a great beach and a tight budget, if i cross reference those 3, i would likely end up sipping *Coke at either Phi Phi Island or Koh Pah Ngan come Chinese New Year.
Care to join me? Anyone?
"Smelly Cat" you later.
Though I'm not rushing at time but the start of the year is a perfect corridor to plan your leave for the whole year. New leave planner with a whole 365 days to choose. Its kinda sounds like things you shouldn't be wary about but you might wanna think again.
Let me put it this way, imagine you are an 8 years old, been given a choice to choose your most likable ice-cream from a box full of it. There's a different flavours of ice-cream in it and you have to choose fast and precise because all 8 years old from your block are choosing from the same box. You must pick wisely and make sure the ice-cream that you pick would fully utilise your need cause the ice-cream man only stops at your neighbourhood once a year. Sounds like a though choice huh?
Well, that is exactly the kind of situation I'm in right now with so many dates and so many places to choose from. I know its not "the end of the world-esque" problem but when you are sitting in front of your PC at your workstation checking out numbers, wordings, definition, formulas and stuff, you'll find out that leisure is a MUST and wasting your holiday with unnecessary problem because you didn't plan it wisely, is a big NO NO.
So here's the deal. I always opted for the beach or island cause i kinda like an 'island junkie' and i think a tanned skin is way cooler then parading around town with Ferrari. I am a fan of 'sunny days', hot sand and the smell of sea wind and i cant get enough of it. But I'm in a really tight time frame here. 4 days max, a great beach and a tight budget, if i cross reference those 3, i would likely end up sipping *Coke at either Phi Phi Island or Koh Pah Ngan come Chinese New Year.
Care to join me? Anyone?
"Smelly Cat" you later.
Jan 19, 2011
YoYo
Things currently in turmoil. *Harsh choice of words.
I need a vacation and i need it fast.
And God please hear my prayer. I wanted to have the old school mini-cooper (car, in case you don't know. Lol) so bad, could You please depose 20k to my bank account? *Praying hard
I need a vacation and i need it fast.
And God please hear my prayer. I wanted to have the old school mini-cooper (car, in case you don't know. Lol) so bad, could You please depose 20k to my bank account? *Praying hard
Jan 18, 2011
Not Preoccupy Enough
Darn, unfortunately, my Facebook account has been infected by a flies/virus or whatever the geeky call it that prevented you from logging on into your account until you manage to scan and kick it out of your PC.
Bollocks!
One of the method to verify that your the legitimate user of the account is to identify your friends picture. To my great benefit i happened to have friends that cleverly tagged their friend with a picture of shoes, clothes and stuff. Nicely done.
As a social networks geek i am, i ended up writing (again) in this blog that I've left in my trash hold for more then a year without having any idea of what to write.
Smell you later.
Bollocks!
One of the method to verify that your the legitimate user of the account is to identify your friends picture. To my great benefit i happened to have friends that cleverly tagged their friend with a picture of shoes, clothes and stuff. Nicely done.
As a social networks geek i am, i ended up writing (again) in this blog that I've left in my trash hold for more then a year without having any idea of what to write.
Smell you later.
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