When I first found out that you were here, I was naturally still sitting on the porcelain goddess and remained there speechless for few more seconds. It was a big surprise for me, and I think for your dad too because he blinked few times before asking the unnecessary question, “How do you know?”*. Then lots of questions came to my mind, one was if I qualified for the job. After all, I’m not know as a person who keeps her house organized, or prepares healthy breakfast-lunch-dinner for your dad, or wakes up with a big smile before the sun rises.
*Answer: the sky cracked open and an angel sang to me. Duh! :roll:
Putting that aside, of course I love having you here although I can’t see or feel you yet. The only thing I can feel now are the gas, the acid, and the hunger attacks which make me cranky most of the time, but at least that means you are healthy. Oh, I’m sure that will pass soon and I will turn into one of those glowing mom-to-be often seen in books and magazines (God, that’s your hint. Please?). Your dad, on the other hand, is coping better and has been a great help so far. Occasionally he still makes remarks that warrant icy cold stares from me but most of the time he keeps his mouth shut and just nods in sympathy whenever I complain. Many times he bravely ventures into the darkness of the night to grab me some midnight snacks from the fridge, and he makes sure food is available on the table when I come home from work. Perhaps he’s more afraid of the consequences if I’m not fed on time. One day you’ll find out yourself that a combination of hormones and hunger attacks is known to be lethal for many husbands. Trust me on that. However, his back and foot massage skills are not yet proven and tested although I don’t put high hopes on that.
Right now you are still so small but when we went for a test a couple of days ago, we saw your 5 little toes though the tummy cam! And 2 weeks ago you even waved at us in the doctor’s office. Well, Aunt Ria said you might have given us a finger instead of waving but again, I choose to see the bright side. It will still be few weeks until we know what to call you but for now your name is Cimot. No complain, ok? Like I said, we’ll give you a better name as soon as we find out whether you are an, uh, inny or an outy. Aunt Gita has also nicknamed you Pandamini, which reminds me of a certain public transportation in my hometown. Soon, too, you will be able to hear us from your bubble home in there so I’ve been nagging at your dad to brush up his non-existent singing skill starting now. So far he responds by changing the conversation topics so I guess I have to do the singing part myself. Too bad because without comparison, I can’t boast that I sing much better than him. You just have to trust me as well on that. He is, however, very good at impersonating Tazmanian Devil and a blowfish. I’ll let you hear the Taz later but you need to wait until you are out for the blowfish. It never fails to crack me up. 
My niece.
Born today at 6.55am Sydney time after 27 hours of labor. She shares the same birthday with my sister! Nice coincidence, eh? She’s such a cutie!! *sigh* Wish I were there …
Happy birthday, sis! And happy birthday to you too, little one :)
… a pretty bouquet and a handsome date to brighten up lousy day at work.
- Battra, pls help with this. No.
- Battra, could you check this? See above reply.
- Adding Battra to assist. *Remove myself from distribution*
- Battra will do it. I’m invisible. You can’t see me.
- I’m adding Battra, she will help you. Really? And when did I agree to that?
- Battra can help you. Talk to her. I’m sorry. Talking to stupid people is against my religion.
- Why don’t you send me the requirements so we can push to Battra. (Believe it or not, someone really said this today. B***h!)
If I got a dollar everytime I receive this kind of BS in the past 2 weeks, I’d be carrying a new Louis Vuitton bag on Monday. What is wrong with these people??!!
I miss my clay … :(
1. No, it’s not our fault.
2. I don’t know what’s wrong with your user ID/application/PC/report/life. Go find someone else.
3. Have I ever said you are stupid? No? Well, you are stupid. Now go and play in the blender.
Some days I just want to crawl under my desk and cry. This is the day. *sigh*
Excerpt from its official website:
From the biggest festival to the smallest church social, Kenny Smyth delivers porta-loos to them all. Ignored and unappreciated, he is one of the cogs in society’s machinery; a knight in shining overalls taking care of business with his faithful ‘Splashdown’ crew.
Got a chance to watch it en route to San Francisco. Not expecting anything, I was quite surprised to find that this is a truly heartwarming movie. Don’t worry, despite the theme of loos and comedy genre, it doesn’t use gross slapstick to make you laugh. In fact I almost didn’t laugh at all. Not because it’s not funny, but you can’t help to feel for Kenny that laughing at him just doesn’t feel right. So if you can get hold of the DVD, go and watch it.
Back to life, back to reality.
The past 2 weeks was fun, fun, fun! San Francisco was nice, Disney was great, and Seoul was, well, ok. We were already very tired by time we reached Seoul so didn’t quite enjoy it as much as I expected. Received good news few days before we reached home that we got the visaaaah! The begs the question: now what? We don’t know yet but at least we got the visa.
Some inspirations for Singapore Pools worshipers:
- Our hotel room number in San Francisco was 1518, and the room number in Orlando was 1815. This is a good and justified excuse to buy 4D.
- We left with 1 bag weighing 25kg, and returned with 3 bags weighing a total of 72kg. So yes, I’m really really broke now.
- I received a total of 676 new emails in my office mailbox. C**p!
It’s finally happening! It seemed so far away when we booked the ticket back in January but here we are, waiting for our flight. This time we also get to enjoy the lounge, something we missed 4 years ago.
Mention in the office that you’ll take 2 weeks off and you get 2 kind of reactions. Some people think it’s cool and wish you a nice holiday, and some people raise their collective eyebrows and say that it’s way too long. Thankfully my boss belongs to the first group. Bless you Mr. Boss. I remember the last time I took a long (read: 2 weeks) holiday, the days leading to it were quite hectic as life trying to proof that Murphy’s law never failed. Desperate to clear all last minute stuff and making sure everything will be sort of taken care of while I was away, I opened an email that just popped in my mailbox. It was a short, 2-sentence email that said “you’ve been great help” and wished me a great holiday. Suddenly it was worth it. All the overtime and hard work that I’ve put in not only close to the holiday but since my first day in the company was suddenly worth it just by reading that email.
No such email this time but that single email makes me believe that there are still nice people in the corporate world that can appreciate other people’s hard work and not afraid to show it.
I don’t like persuading & pacifying customers. In most situations, I’m a take-it-or-leave-it person.
If I’m not 100% convinced of the product I’m selling, I can’t promote it. And only few things can convince me 100%, none of which I can think of right now. Go figure.
Even if I believe 100% in the product, I still believe it may not suit everyone. You know, the to-each-his-own philosophy.
I can’t lie to customer. Some people won’t call it a lie, they say it’s a different way of conveying the message. Still, it makes me feel guilty.
If the customer is annoying/fussy/obnoxious/bossy/et cetera, there’s no way I’ll do business with him.
I wonder if these are also the reasons why I’ll never be rich.