Spaghetti

Everyone needs a laugh at times… or maybe an eyeball-rolling moment, just to prevent your eyeballs from getting stuck in their sockets, facing the computer all day and night.

It can also tell how innocent you are… if you seriously don’t get the second last part of the joke *coughibetahpeksureunderstandcough*.

Kudos to Chieh En for sending a chirpy email while everyone is half dead and bored to death with their work… and the one who is innocent. Hah!

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For several years, a man was having an affair with an Italian woman.
One night, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, He paid her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until t he child turned 18.
She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born.

To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card, and write ‘Spaghetti’ on the back. He would then arrange for the child support payments to begin.

One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife.

‘Honey, ’she said, ‘You received a very strange post card today.’

‘Oh, just give it to me and I’ll explain it later,’ he said. The wife obeyed and watched as her husband read the card, turned white, and fainted.

On the card was written:

‘Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti.

Three with meatballs, two without.

Send extra sauce.

 

 

 

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Ho-hum. I need to get back into connecting with people outside my working world.

Let’s take a baby step.

First step - blogging.

Look at it this way, if I can’t even get the motivation to type out what I feel, think, felt and thought, how am I able to communicate with all you mysterious beings?

Over the days  weeks months, I have been promising myself to blog. Like when I’m in the midst of showering, I would have a great idea about what to blog (but, sadly, by the time I came out, I would have usually forgotten about 80% of it). Or like the times when I’m on the train to work, while eyeing other ladies’ clothes, I would ’type’ out a blog entry in my mind…

So after all the long period of silence, I was actually actively blogging! … mentally.

So there!

 

There!

 

and There!

 

Okay, back to work. Yeah, it is still work time. Hsst!

 

Disappearing Day. Rant rant rant

Firstly, I’m a selfish, impatient, irresponsible, snobbish, impolite and easily-pissed-off person.

Since, I’m impolite, selfish and irresponsible, I’m not going to apologise for going MIA (missing-in-action).

Hah.

There were so many so many blog ideas, but every time I reach home, I was too tired to type up even a short entry, to tired to communicate to anyone – even my family. I swear I’m a worse hermit than you Troy.

Oh I did type up a reply, 2 days after I received your email, it’s still sitting pretty in my draft box, half way through.

So latest news of me – working office hours – 8.30 am to 6pm, usually staying back overtime for an hour or 2. In fact, I’m out of the house at 7.30 am back home at 9 pm. If you know me well, my energy level is usually low, easily depleted, by the time I reached home, it’s negative.

 

- – - Rant ahead - – -
You did read my disclaimer right.

I hate weekends. Because that’s when I would feel the slightest twinge of guilt for disconnecting with everybody.
But, usually, I spent my time doing work I brought back from workplace. Or sleeping. Or hiding in my room to avoid my family.

I am seriously seriously seriously grouchy and impatient with anyone who is not with my pace or wave of thoughts during these two stupid days of the week. Especially eldery and kids. I’m expecting to be stuck by lighting anytime now.

It’s not that I don’t love my work. I do. But I’m more of a lone wolf, rather than being dependent of others for information. I wonder how many times I wished that there is some sort of a E-library where I could get past years information of my company, so I don’t need to trouble others for it (i.e., wait for them to dig out some free time to entertain my questions). And I wish I have the time to finish my own part of work too.

I hate Saturday and Sunday. Especially Sunday.

I’m not a fucking dictionary.
And I fucking hate tell tale-rs.
Why I stay up late is my own bloody business, I like having eye bags, is that your problem?
I’m not a people-person.
And I hate people raising their voices at me.
Too bad if your voice is naturally loud, because it just meant you put me on permanent irritable state.
I’m unreasonable.

I know my silent state pisses the hell out of you.
That’s because I’m already in my irritable state.
Don’t say I’m soft.
I’m not. It’s just that I know my place.
I have a lousy temper, it’s just that it could be verbally or kept in that silent state.
I won’t give you a black face, I will just ignore you while childishly blogging it here.

And don’t start the crap of accusing me with the ‘always’ shit.

Don’t ever ever ever come and shit with me with the “You studied Business, so you should know this.”
So what happened to all your basic English?
Don’t come to me next time, I’m not your English teacher, and I’m not a dictionary either.

I’m childish because you make me that way.
I’m a bitch because you irritate the hell out of me.

bastard

Humans and your needs, wants, and the superficiality.

As technologies advance, I think the world is getting worse. Sometimes, all this ‘advancement’ is to hide what ever problems we have created, or the creation of more problems.

Getting more retarded.

I wish Doomsday is here already.

I think I need a punching bag.

 

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My second last day.

Mixed feelings!

It gets me depressed to see people I have gotten to know more leaving one by one.

And it makes me depressed to see me leaving the people I got to know more about.

I think this is the one of the most enjoyable and valuable working experience that I have had so far, and believe that it will still remain thus so.

I’ll miss you guys! <3

 

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Just dropping a note here to motivate myself back to blogging.

Working with the people I like is fun! I’m almost sorry when I realised how fast time past by.
Seriously. When I’m working with this group of people, I look forward to another day with them, no matter how tired I am. And just the thought of leaving makes me a little sad.

I got tired of how laggy my restaurant city is, and decided to clean up my computer’s hard disk a little – hoping that it might ease the problem. Whilst cleaning, I played all sorts of random songs; some are recordings of my horrible playing on zhongruan (which I deleted); summer kite (which I kept); Linkin park’s In the End (which I mumbled along; hey, I remembered most of the lyrics!); 5566’s Boyfriend (which no longer makes my hair stand); Selena’s Dreaming of you (which is still one of my favourite songs)…

I’m not someone who really knows much about music, singing and stuff. I know some of my taste makes my friends snigger, snort, faint or simply can’t believe what their ears are hearing. I’m not someone who could find a song that describes every mood I’m feeling, or songs that could bring back every cherished moments. Neither do I believe this ‘theory’ much; but every once in a blue moon, I find a song that does bring back memories,  not because of the lyrics, but of the number of times I spent listening to it at that particular period. For example, Emma Bunton’s What took you So Long brings me right back to the time I lived in Tampines Blk 819. Just listening to that song could bring the image of the house to my mind, and the memorable times that happened in that house, and the nights I spent talking on MSN and ICQ.

Those were the times when I thought my world revolves just around one person. Then it was another. And yet another.

Years past, and still I am this way.

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Your Dress Personality: Cool
Your Personality

You give people the cool and chic impression. You’re strong-willed and independent, and you’ve got character – you know exactly what you want in life and you’re all out to conquer. Because of your cool exterior, men tend to feel intimidated by your femme fatale looks.

Your Dress Style

Your dressing is simple but sometimes edgy, giving people a glimpse of your rebellious nature. But more often than not, you’re geared in basic casuals (mostly blacks and neutrals). With your no-nonsense attitude towards fashion and hype, you don’t care two hoots about the latest trends or hottest fad. Way to go, girl!

http://www.shoppinglifestyle.com/quiz/dresspersonality

Haha, my weird² dressing style. It is actually mostly WHITES.

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Sometimes, I think I’m a really horrible person. Please, don’t fall over yourself to agree with the previous sentence.

My attention span is like… very short. If you ask me, I think I’m a attentive and relatively sensitive person. But that happens only when I’m face to face with you; and it lasts for how-long-one-takes-to-finish-a-meal. Or longer, if you give me some time alone to get my energy level back up.

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There were so many things I hated before.
Being touched, especially by guys.
Making small talk.
Cigarette smoke.
Racism.

Not that I like it now.
But I guess I somewhat tolerate it – selective people.
Disturbing others and being cheeky.
And I don’t breathe as much.
And I have became racist.

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Have you been to 18 Chefs?

I think it rocks. Are we visiting there once every week? If we are going there this week, it will be our 4th time! Let’s try everything on the menu (something new each visit)! So far, I think the cheese baked pasta with red and white sauce, mango sauce and spicy tomato rocks. Funky 18 strawberries (?) is awesome. Banana split was not as awesome. We’ll give the cheese fries a miss. 

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Why do I have the urge to work?!

I think it’s because…

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