Thursday, November 20, 2008

You can be what you want to be.

"Look! I'm a giraffe. Woof!"
Is this the new 'Happy Meal'?

"Grrr... I am your father."
"Hug me like a teddy."

Erm... I have a strong feeling that this dog doesn't wanna
be Incy Wincy Spider.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Sweeter than sweet.

When fiance chauffeurs me to work (or to everywhere else),
I have the habit of checking my reflection in the mirror
when I enter the car. (Ahem... me = vain pot).

guess what fell out when I opened the compact mirror
on the passenger seat on Monday morning?

Inside the envelope is fiance's 'Declaration of Romantic Intent'.

After he filled in the blanks, it reads:

Dear Ciss (name of recipient), I wish to inform you that
I consider you to be a beautiful & amazing (superlative)
human being, a quality which I consider deliciously (adjective
of magnitude) attractive. Frankly, the world is filled with
many sickening (undesirable human quality) people, though
you are far more lovely (remarkable characteristic) than them.
I find myself daydreaming about waking up next to you
(plotline of your fantasy). Your eyes (body parts)
are like pearls (rare or precious thing) and your lips (body parts)
reminds me of piranhas (something desirable).

I would happily give you all my money (an extreme act) in order to
spend my life with you (goal of such an absurb action), I can
only hope that you feel the same attraction (euphemism
for attraction) toward me. I eagerly anticipate your candid reply.

Sincerely, your fiance (relationship to recipient),
XXXXXX (name of sender).

Ahhh.... absolutely melted my heart.
(even though he doesn't know what is a
superlative and described my lips as piranhas!)

Hhhmm.... Can't wait to get married.
Looking forward to the 31st of May 2009.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Head scratching incident.

Took a flight last Fri.
(Pssst. It's NOT the 'Everyone can fly' airline).

Anyway, while the plane was still flying above
the South China Sea, the seat in front of me started
shaking semi-violently.

Curious, I tried to peek in front but because
I'm not that tall and was strapped with the seatbelt,
I couldn't see what's going on in front.

Few seconds later, the shaking stopped.
So I closed my eyes and my mind
wandered off to lala land for a good half an hour.

The flight landed shortly after,
seatbelts were heard unclipped
everywhere in the aircraft.

The guy in front of me got out of his seat.
And took on a half-standing posture,
waiting for his turn to get to the aisle
and collect his belongings from the cabinets above.

That was when I almost fainted.

My eyes were locked in horror at the guy's head.
Gazillion tiny white spots where seen nested in
his crown of 'glory' (more like gory).

And I assure you,
I was looking at FREAKIN' A LOT OF LICE EGGS!!!!!!!

You read correctly.

Man! He was 'happily' sitting in front,
scratching his head, which explains
why the seat was shaking!

That thought was enough to
send 3 shudders down my spine.
Correction. Four shudders.
Another one just went down my spine as I type this.

Grossed out completely,
I kept thinking and hoping and praying
no one with lice sat in my seat before the flight.
Or that when he scratched, no lice had jumped
and landed on my hair. ARGGHHHH! MY HAIR!!!!

I tell you. Straight away,
I lean no more in my seat.

I sat up sooooo straight while
trying to get out of the plane. FAST.

Why did this happen to me?

How can people not know they need help
when they can see so many many many
tiny eggs are in their hair?

Can't they put disposable head rest cover
or something in airplane seats?


Tuesday, October 14, 2008

A job that kills.

5 hours.
5 hours.
4 hours.
4 hours.

That was the amount of sleep I had
from Monday - Thursday last week.
All in all, 18 hours of sleep in four days.

Finally, the hurricane in office
has subsided (for now).
So, I got to catch up on my sleep
over the weekend.

Unfortunately, my happiness is shortlived.
Check out what I read this morning:

"Those whose nightly sleep fell from
seven hours to five hours or less were
1.7 times as likely to die (compared with those
who stayed at seven hours)
over the next 11 to 17 years.

Their risk of cardiovascular-related death
was DOUBLE."

Grr.... Oh great.
What I wanted was rest.
Not 'rest in peace'.

Sunday, October 05, 2008


5:11am, Sunday.
I'm still in office.

Was here since 2pm, Saturday...
So tired.

Eye. Lids. Are. Heaaaaaveeeeeee...

Tuesday, September 30, 2008


Work has been crazy.
Been slaving away everyday.
On weekends. And on weekdays.
Many times, even past midnight.

Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow
are public holidays. But not for me.

To those who are travelling,
have a safe journey.
Enjoy your holidays to the full.

Now, let me get back to work.
Sigh. Crap.

Monday, September 22, 2008


Oh great, after countless centuries,
this is how far we have 'progressed'.