Friday, October 30, 2009

Land of the Rising Sun <3 <3 <3

Dear readers,

I am damn excited now, and also damn worried.

Because my dears, I will be off to Japon on 1/11/2009 at 1am, and I have just booked the air-tickets and hotel accommodation today! That leaves me abt 30h counting from tmr after office hours @ abt 6pm to change money, pack luggage, buy travel insurance, and to discuss on the itinerary with my ah-lao.

Within the 30h, I also have a halloween party to attend, a mani+pedi session to go to, and a Elephant Yoodels Inc. farewell party to farewell! Also I have to schedule in a doctor's visit tmr during office hours to get my medication for skin allergy and a cartload of anti-hystermines.

Then, then, to make it even more exciting, I am damn broke now because this month the Elephant Yoodels Inc. had irritatingly decided to withhold my last paycheck, and also due to the Finance having such a slow claims processing cycle-time, I had missed my claims reimbursement for 2 cycles already.

Wa so stressed man.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Twitter killed my soul

Twitter was my outlet for expressing my expressive expressions, anywhere, anytime, and any-o-how. But then nowadays, whenever I wanna tweet, I submit the tweet message and Twitter goes loading.. and loading.. and loading.. and loadingggggggngngngngngggg...

And then I go loathing and loathing and loathingggggggngngngngngngg...

So whatever it is that I wanna say, it neva gets loaded on to Twitter and I neva get to express myself but I keep waiting for it to load in case it does but it neva does. That drives me to the madhouse on the express, o.

Why lidddaaat..
How can u treat me lidddaaat..
Wat do u wan from me lidddaaat..
Can u dun lidddaat..?

You Twitter persons you should be ashamed of yourselves!
Even if you aren't you should!


@!!@##%


Tuesday, October 27, 2009

@PushyPanda

Eh! U have lost weight hor, u look better now.


(HaHax)

Pollie and Pushy go shoppin'

Pollie dragged Pushy to town today to buy fare-the-well gifts for the good people at Elephant Yoodles Inc. ("TGPAEYI").

A sprightly feel hung in the air around Pollie and Pushy, as the Pup and Panda prodded along the grassy fields of SunDeck City. Pollie pranced from shop-display to shop-display in curiosity, wondering what would make suitable gifts for TGPAEYI.

"A set of stationery each, perhaps?" asked Pollie.

"Dunno?" shrugged Pushy.

"How about food, then?" Pollie continued.

"Anything?" Pushy replied.

"Grrr." Thought Pollie, as she pranced along.

As Pollie passed a display of electrical applicance, she suddenly recalled that Ma-Pollie's recent lecture on the rationale for needing a new vacuum cleaner in the home. Then Pollie turned to Pushy and asked if he knew about the properties of a good vaccum cleaner.

"Dunno?" Pushy repeated.

"Grrrr." Though Pollie again, then she sought out a sales-person stationed nearby to check-it-out-y'all!

"Blahblahblahblahblah." said the sales-person. Pollie nodded politely and thanked the strange man. "Alright, I'm going to buy this vacuum, Pushy!" said Pollie. Then Pushy suggested to Pollie that she could go to another appliance store starting with 'H' to check-it-out-y'all prices.

"Oh, what a good idea!" exclaimed Pollie. And the duo made their way to the Other Appliance Store Startin' with 'H'. Other Appliance Store Startin' with 'H' stocked a wider range of household vacuum cleaners, but they did not have a free goods delivery service, thus Pollie didn't like that. Pollie also didn't like that the prices in Other Appliance Store Startin' with 'H' appeared to price its appliances costlier as compared with the Previous Departmental Store.

"O' well," said Pushy, "Let's return to the Previous Departmental Store.

At the Previous Departmental Store, Pollie told the strange sales-person that she wanted the Philips vacuum, the bagless design. The strange sales-person assisted Pollie with bringing a new vacuum to the cashier. On the way to make payment, Pollie also picked up a 500 GB portable external HDD by iomega. Picked up. She simply picked it up like that and.. and purchased it. Pollie wondered why Pushy never stopped her from making this impulsive buy. (Hmm maybe he was busy shoppin' for his $5,000 speakers.)

After payment, Pollie sent her vacuum to the delivery counter for arranging the delivery. Pollie felt like something was amiss, as if she had forgotten something.

"Ah! I forgot the fare-the-well gifts!" exclaimed Pollie.

"Aiyaa.." remarked Pushy.

And off they went to search for fare-the-well gifts for TGPAEYI. Pollie had so many stuffs to choose from, she was very confused.

"What should I buy neh..?" questioned Pollie.

"Up to you la." replied Pushy.

Pollie took a loooooooong time to decide tho'. She had thought of preparing various stationery in a goodie-bag form so that each good person at Elephant Yoodles Inc can have a nice set of new stationery. But all the stationery looked expensive, and the cheap ones looked too cheap.

"Ah what the heck, let's just buy food!" Pollie thought to herself. And then she grabbed a whole bunch of __________. (Blank intended, so as not to spoil the surprise for my fellow good persons who also read this blog) Pollie grabbed so many __________ that the shopping basket felt so heavy!

Then Pollie and Pushy joined the queue for payment. The queue was terrible. It was an antagonizing wait to make payment. The cashier was sloooooooooow, and the conveyor belt was wet. Now, Pollie hates to wet her purchases, because that would mean that the packaging might get ruined by the moisture.

The dampness of the conveyor was a result of some precedent shopper spilling some teh-tarik on the conveyor belt. The supermarket staff had simply splashed water on to the belt in a bid to wash off the teh-tarik. Pushy was quick to point out that surprisingly, the teh-tarik was purchased from Komala's. Pushy and Pollie were so amused because they didn't recall anywhere nearby having a Komala's outlet.

When it was Pollie's turn to make payment, Pollie lifted up the whole shopping basket on to the conveyor belt to avoid the purchases touching the wet belt directly. However to Pollie's dismay, the clever cashier had cleverly unloaded the shopping basket on to the wet conveyor belt, so she could sort out the goods for punching the relevant quantities to update the cash register. Her simple act deemed by Pollie as dumb, because she sure took a helluva time and also, she had WET THE PACKAGING FOR THE GIFTS. Eeesh eeesh eeesh, some people.

Pollie winced when the clever cashier did what she did. Pollie also winced when she saw the final bill. A total of about $100 was spent on purchasing fare-the-well gifts for TGPAEYI whom Pollie did not take a fancy to. Now Pollie is thinking if it was all worth it.'

PROBABLY NOT.
EEESH what a waste of money.
P.S. Pollie still has to set aside some time to make the labels for each fare-the-well gift.
P.S.1. Pollie is falling asleep as she is trying to complete this entry so that she can clear off some saved drafts.
P.S.2. Pollie is expecting the vacuum to arrive on Wed (28/10). Once it arrives, Pollie will have one less excuse not to do household chores.
P.S.3. Pollie is now in the midst of clearing the stages for Resident Evil on P.S.3. Pollie thinks that the game is damn grotesque.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Pollie yells "Good Bye to You~! Fare-the-Well~!"

This entry is written in good spirit!

Pollie is moving on to greener pastures!
MoooOOooo..

Say goodbye to daily overtime and working on weekends.
Say goodbye to impatient and irritable clients and work-people.
Say goodbye to work-yes, appreciation-no attitudes.
Say goodbye to poor staff welfare.
Say goodbye to first-come-first-serve desk usage system. So dumb!
Say goodbye to boring 'no casual friday' policy.

Goodbye to you, Elephant Yoodles Inc.! May you enjoy your wrecked staff morale and work-allocation complications! I bid you a cheery farewell~
Farewell o' farewell~!

O' the resentment sure runs deep.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Pinocchio the poser puppet

I cannot stand this Pinocchio guy la, he damn poser.


I mean okay la people say he's of humble background, say that his father Geppetto poor wood carver only work work work long hours in the day then no time to educate him like any other boy. That is ok la, I sympathise ok, I do. I know, life in Tuscan in the 1880s for Pinocchio and his ~PaPa~ very tough.

But this Geppetto ar, can actually carve the wood until the wood come alive, I mean, if he has this ability then.. then WoW already! Can go and sell his ability and earn money then can marry a wife and have a proper family already, then can have real sons.

Anyway its quite amazing la, this Pinocchio has no digestion system but he still wants to eat food some more, then so block-head also wan to go school some more. Damn poser, he thinks he is a real boy ar. His ~PaPa~ gave in to his should have sold him to a marionette theatre instead of sending him to school. Such a fascinating block-head sure can fetch a high price!

U noe ol' Geppetto went and sold his coat to buy him books leh! Then then then u noe wat that block-head did? Let's not talk abt the day when he kicked his ~PaPa~ as soon as his legs were carved. Let's also not talk abt him causing Geppetto to be nabbed by a carabineer (aka police officer in those days) because he was thought to have mistreated Pinocchio.

(Side note: I mean, how do u actually abuse a puppet? Really I cannot comprehend wat the carabineer had been thinking. If I were to see a wooden boy running in the streets I'd have called up the newspaper hotline already.)

Anyways, this poser Pinocchio ar, he thought he'd enjoy a marionette show like the rest of the humans. However as we all know, he is a poor boy yadaa yadaa. So he sold off his school books (that Geppetto had bought using the proceeds of selling off his only coat) and bought the tickets for the marionette show. Then he dumb dumb went and disturbed the marionette performance and in the end he was almost used as fire-wood for the marionette master.

The marionette master see him so poser so I guess he must have thought that a poser son would make a horrid son. He sympathised with Geppetto and gave some gold coins to Pinocchio and asked him to bring the coins to his ~PaPa~.

But guess what happened. Pinocchio the poser boy wanted to plant his gold coins so that they could grow into more gold coins - how greedy! - so he de-toured from his route home to plant his gold coins. Alas! He was almost tricked into giving up his gold coins, but he managed to sneak away from his trickers with the help of a fairy.

The fairy was nice to help this poser boy, but with his poser ways, he had attempted to lie to the fairy. And what happens when Pinocchio lies? His nose grew and grew and grew and grew... till he was pinned against the wall and could not move. The fairy had to hire a bunch o' them woodpeckers to chisel down his nose to regular size.

Poser boy Pinocchio and the fairy then agreed to stay together. Pinocchio was sent to fetch his ~PaPa~ from his existing home, but on the way he was tricked another time to continue his journey to a suitable place to plant his gold coins. This time, Pinocchio finally lost his coins to the tricksters.

Pinocchio went to the police to lodge a complaint, but the police thought he was too poser and thus threw him into prison. Some days later, the prison had a celebration and all prisoners were released. Thus Pinocchio was a free poser boy again, and headed home-bound.

On his long journey home, Pinocchio got into various types of trouble, due to his poser attitude. They are really so poser so I shall not discuss the details. Eventually his long absence from home was worrying his ~PaPa~, and his dear ol' ~PaPa~ began to build a boat to sail to distant lands to search for his poser son. Pinocchio rushed to his ~PaPa~ and tried to stop him from sailing off, but he was too late. Geppetto had sailed off and was swallowed by a dogfish! i.e. a monstrous, big, fish.

Pinocchio had earlier wanted to swim towards Gepetto, but as the waves were to strong, he failed and almost was drowned. A kind dolphin offered to give Pinocchio a ride to a nearby island. Poser Pinocchio met the same fairy from earlier, at this island. The fairy reminded Pinocchio of his wish to become a real boy, and told him to be a good boy before he is rewarded with the body of a real boy.

With determination, Pinocchio dutifully attended school. However, being the poser he is, he got into trouble once again, and was nabbed by the police (again). On the way to prison, Pinocchio escaped and poser-ly made his journey home.

When he returned, he saw the same fairy from above from above at his home. The fairy offered him a second chance to be a good boy. From then onwards, Pinocchio tried to set aside his poser ways to work diligently to be a good boy. He passed with flying colours (so cliché) and the fairy was very pleased. She promised him that the next day he will become a real boy.

But before the next day could happen, Pinocchio ran off with a playmate to a place named the Land of Play. In this place, lazy boys who kept playing and playing will automatically be turned to donkeys. But of course the poser Pinocchio did not know of this. He eventually became a donkey and was sold to a circus to perform dangerous poser-donkey stunts. One day he fell and hurt himself and could no longer perform, so he was sold by the circus owner to a drum maker.

The drum maker had wanted to drown the Pinocchio donkey in the sea so that he could skin the dead donkey and use the skin for his drums. The Pinocchio donkey went down the water, and a Pinocchio puppet resurfaced. It turned out that the fish in the sea loved to snack on poser donkey skin, so they had eaten up all the skin and what had remained was the naked puppet skeleton.

The poser Pinocchio dived back into the sea and was eaten by a dogfish. Pinocchio was so upset to be stuck in the fish forever, and then.. he saw a light in the tummy of the massive dogfish. He trailed the light along the squishy inner space of the dogfish, and was led to an old man - who coincidentally, turned out to be Geppetto (how poser!).

Pinocchio somehow managed to bring Geppetto and escape from digestion by the dogfish, and swam him to shore. They slowly made their way to a small house occupied by a poser talking cricket. The cricket allowed their accommodation in lieu of work done. As Geppetto was in poor health after staying within the dogfish for some months, Pinocchio volunteered to work at the farm for the cricket. After some months, he had amassed some wealth and he wanted to buy himself a new set of poser clothing and he went to town to search for one. On the way to the boutique, he met with a talking snail who told Pinocchio that the fairy from earlier from above from earlier was in bad health.

Pinocchio sympathised with her condition and donated all his money to the ailing fairy through the talking snail. That very night, the poser puppet dreamt that the fairy from above from earlier from above from earlier swang by and planted a kiss on his head. When Pinocchio awoke from his dream, he realised that he had finally become a REAL POSER BOY!! The fairy also left other stuff for him, like new boots and clothing, and a bag of gold coins. How convenient.

Poser puppet Pinocchio was then reunited with his ~PaPa~ after he had recovered from his bad health, and they lived happily ever after.. la dee da.

Such a poser-worthy story!! Eesh.




School's Out! Work's In!

Yup I went for classes.

I went for several Accounthinks lessons over the past 1+ week. It was a 5 day course spread over the past 2 work-weeks and I applied leave to go to lessons. The course ended with a mcq/short-answer question test on the last day.
I'm not too hawt over the test, but it felt really great to be back at classes! But alas, it was too short-lived.

Though I met a pesky pest at class, it was good. Pest aside, class was good. I super


Not to mention, I was accompanied with good company - miss JollyJellyfish!
We also had nourishing tea-breaks twice per day. I think I got fat on the refreshments provided.

Sigh I hate work. I hate accounthinks work. I wan to go back to being a professional student.

p.s. I am currently very hungry!!

Paws-to-Ponder: Know When to Stop

An observation.

The most-mostest irritating individuals are often the ones who live in a world of their own. The nosiest ones are often the most irritating ones. However, irritatingness can exist in other forms:
- The ones who give prolonged weird stares
- The ones who think their opinion is the absolute truth of the universe
- The ones who never fail to interrupt you when you are obviously busy
- The ones who try to hard to be your friend
- The ones who invade your social space and come too close for comfort when talking
- The ones who laugh at their own jokes
- The ones who are really selfish
and etc.

Usually an irritating individual consists of a combination of elements of irritatingness. It is not hard to realise that the number of elements combined to make up the behaviour of a person is directly proportional to the irritatingness of the person.

We must accept that irritating persons will always be part of our lives. A comforting thing to note is that the percentage of true-blue consistently irritating persons make up only a small proportion of society. Others that you might find irritating could have been irritating due to non-permanent external factor
s/pressures. Perhaps the person was irritating because he/she had met with a stressful situation and was emotionally affected. Perhaps the person was irritating because he/she was not at the best of health and not feeling too comfortable for proper social interaction.

So how can you tell if the person is a true-blue pest or just a person feeling pesty?
Observe.. a true-blue pest.. will have few or no friends. The converse is also true.

We should not ostracise pests. Everyone deserves respect. What do we do then, if we are under the torture of pesky pests?
Pesticide will be your best answer. Pestilence be gone!
No I was kidding.
The best way to deal with pesky pests is to induce them to ponder over their actions. I do believe that most of these pests are not stupid. If they were real retards (I refer to the medical condition, not the derogatory meaning of the word), it would then be understandable why they behave in a manner incoherent with social norms. BUT nooo. They are not retards. They are professionals like you and me (maybe you
only, not applicable for me coz Imma Posar!) with respectable jobs and decent salaries. Thus they are not retards.

Thus in dealing with pesky pests, we should try and prompt them to ponder with the questions like:
- What do you think?
- How would you feel if..?
- You may have thought that was appropriate, but I felt that... can you understand my disposition?
- I hope that in future you would stop.. because I.. do we have an understanding on this?
so on so forth.
Guide the pests to learn to stop. Teach them on when they should stop. I find myself a real hypocrite (poser) upon typing the above paragraph. But I do believe its true, and I'm trying to hold my temper in such difficult situations and walk-the-talk.

How about you, do you know when to stop?

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

I keep writing drafts and not not posts

I keep writing drafts and not posts.
At times I get inspirations at the weirdest of times like late in the night and also sometimes when I'm doing my work or when I'm preparing to go out. Then I'd think of something, get worried I might lose the idea, so I'd login to draft a few lines to capture the idea in a draft form, then I'd logout again.

Then I realise, its hard to continue a post when the inspiration had been interrupted. Procrastination does not breed creativity. In fact it does not breed anything at all.

I want to post, but as I'd interrupted the flow of thought, it really is hard to pick up from where I left off and continue to write an interesting entry.

I'm a failure in life!!
I'm damn sleepy at the moment!
Tmr no work but got class instead!!
Yipee!!! I love it!!


TTY'allLater! Need forty-winks!!

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Mobile internet!

i was working one day when i received a call from an unfamiliar number. now usually i don't pick up calls from unfamiliar numbers, but some how i thought it might have been my future employer so i did. anyways the caller was this lady from singtel selling mobile internet. i thought $13+ a month for mobile internet was quite a good deal so i took up the deal. i'm loving it, neva regretted ever since! i'm totally hooked on mobile internet. i can't stop updating my facebook status! :)

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Woof. Woof.

Have y'all met GooeyGecko?
Guess not. 'Fraid I'd forgotten to introduce.

GooeyGecko is PoserPup's real sibling for more than 2 decades. Gooey is tall, dark, handsome, and totally available.
Hmm. On second thoughts, Gooey is tall...... and totally available.

Today I want to talk abt Gooey coz I'd just realised that it'd took me a whole month of him not being at home to start missin' my blood-bruddah. (Yeah and I wanna say that blood is still thickah than watah!) I'm genuinely surprised abt tis' coz due to the nature of my career being schupar long hours, I generally don't get to see my folks on wkdays coz they're usually asleep or goin' to sleep when I get home. I only get to see Gooey coz he is nocturnal.

So Gooey is away coz he'd been assigned overseas for abt deux mois for his job. His location is currently some way south of the typhoon-stricken Vietnamia. Hope he gets back safely in one healthie and happie piece.

Gooey come back soon! I'd been payin' for the family car's petrol expenses while he's not ard. Sho eggs-pensive. Ouch.

Side-note: Sigh. Wai em eii broggin' when I shld be clearin' mah werk! Mie gud timin' en I.


Woof.

Sian. I have no fans.

On a separate note,
Sian. I have no new entries.

Alright!

Ooo Restaurant City has adopted a new look!

I don't like it. Eesh.

I realised the now u can buy ALL the ingredients for ur recipes from the new marketplace using real cash to buy credits and then using the credits to buy the ingredients. So 'gian' ppl money or not.
This totally spoils the fun of playing RC.

Maybe I shld heed someone's advice and stop RC-ing.
Haiz.