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.





Sunday, September 27, 2009

Socially Awkward Penguin

Pushy, having lost his Facebook account, had a lot more stuff to write in his blog as compared with when he still had his Facebook account.

Thus Pushy, having lost his Facebook account, had introduced this series of "memes". A "meme" as described by Pushy - who had lost his Facebook account, is a cultural idea that gets passed down due to repeated use.

Pushy - the one who had recently lost his Facebook account, gives us an example of a meme which is the Socially Awkward Penguin.

Intriguingly, I find many samples of the Socially Awkward Penguin highly relevant to me, mainly these:


and ESPECIALLY this:


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To add to the collection, I have created these


Side-note: Pushy does the concept of liars have long noses qualify as a "meme"? It's a cultural idea from Pinocchio that gets passed down due to repeated use.



Saturday, September 26, 2009

Sad songs make me alive

I have a penchant for sad songs. Esp those very very sad type with a simple arrangement catchy tune and soulful lyrics. Chinese songs tend to do this genre very well.

Sad songs can be so touching! Feeling emo now so very in the mood to appreciate sad songs.

I've picked this sad song from a taiwan drama series some time back but now then I have the time to deeply absorb the "pheel"...

半情歌 - 元若蓝

花 接受凋零 风 接受追寻
心的伤还有一些 不要紧
我接受你的决定

你将会被谁抱紧 唱什么歌哄他开心
我想着天空什么时候会放晴
地球不曾为谁停一停

你的明天 有多快乐 不是我的
我们的爱是唱一半的歌
时间把习惯换了 伤口愈合
也撤销我再想你的资格

你的祝福 一半甜的 一半苦的
像我手中冷掉的可可
最最教人残念的 总是未完成的
我只能唱著 一半的歌

你将会被谁抱紧 唱什么歌哄他开心
我想着天空什么时候会放晴
地球不曾为谁停一停

你的明天 有多快乐 不是我的
我们的爱是唱一半的歌
时间把习惯换了 伤口愈合
也撤销我再想你的资格

你的祝福 一半甜的 一半苦的
像我手中冷掉的可可
最最教人残念的 总是未完成的
我只能唱著 一半的歌

我的明天 快不快乐 都是我的
我们的爱是唱一半的歌
时间把习惯换了 伤口愈合
也撤销我再想你的资格

你的祝福 一半甜的 一半苦的
像我手中冷掉的可可
最最教人残念的 总是未完成的

另一半的歌


Don't laugh, I'm gonna try and sing this song to the world...

(After 48 recordings of the song.. ugh sore throat..)


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

What colour is Doraemon?

Do you know Doraemon?


Of course u know Doraemon, practically the whole world knows Doraemon. Doraemon is everyone's favourite robo-cat!

And he is this guy's friend
Nobita

And he loves to snack on this
Dorayaki

Most importantly, we all know that Doraemon has a magic pocket that allows him to carry with him fantabulous futuristic gadgets!

Other things u may not know about Doraemon:

Doraemon had arrived from the 22nd century, and was sent by Nobita's great-great-grandson in order to improve the life of Nobita for the betterment of his future generations to come

Doraemon had been manufactured on 3rd September 2112, and he was considered a poorly produced product because he got hit by lightning during manufacture and thus malfunctioned in several areas

Doraemon weighs 129.3kg and stands at 129.3cm tall. In real life, he would measure up to the size of a very obese little boy.



Now, the fun part.

Doraemon, according to a spin-off from the manga series, was previously supposed to look like this
This translated to 3D terms would be


According to the story, Doraemon used to be a yellow robot cat. One day while taking a nap, a robot mouse climbed on Doraemon and proceeded to gnaw off its ears. When Doraemon realised what had happened to him, he was so sad and he drank a Sadness Potion that made his yellow paint wash off.

From then on, Doraemon was always blue and always afraid of mice.

Such a tragic but cute but cruel but interesting story! Poor Doraemon!

Saturday, September 19, 2009

yadayadayada :)


Pollie had been on work-related training for the whole of this week. Was really stressed out during the week due to training plus work. We were told at the end of the week we'll be having a quiz too, so I was totally not enjoying my week.

And then I fell ill mid-week.
I think I got infected with some type of germs by my sick training-table mate. The table was small and we were in close proximity and she kept coughing and coughing. But she's a nice girl la, she was. We hit it off quite well and we even exchanged facebook and msn contacts today.

So this new friend and I, we lunched tog
ether today. Then during lunch I checked my voicemail. Then I was suddenly really really happy....

Because?

I will be starting on a new lease of life... very very soon.
In several weeks to come, life.. will have meaning again!!

=D

Then after lunch, lessons were like.. yadaa yadaa yadaa whateva ya ya ya.. My instructors were moving their mouths and briefing us on som
e technical stuff but I was like yadaa yadaa ya ya ya.. whateva ya.. Not listening not listening.. Playing facebook games.. Chatting on msn..

Quiz was like.. easy peasy.. and anyway whether pass or fail I also dun really bother.. Pass lor! Fail lor! yadaa yadaa ya ya ya..


Tuesday, September 15, 2009

totally no mood for werk

i have officially lost interest in my line of work.

there, i said it.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Rainy Happiness <3

The wet weather is back. It's nice.
Gloominess make me happy. No la not really. I like the wet weather coz I feel so relaxed and clean, instead of hot & bothered and sticky from perspiration.

Two things about wet weather that irk me however, are that.. Firstly, I hate to get my toes wet in the puddles! Then my feet get all wrinkly like prunes, smelly prunes! And then the shoes get damaged. Eesh.
Another thing is - my clothes dun dry proper! Ugh. As I'd mentioned in my laundry net post, I really lurrrve clean laundry. Clean laundry make me happy too. So it's the tradeoff of one happiness for another happiness.. So the effects nett out and wateva.

Ahhh it's a good day! =)

[My first brog entry made on my mobile!]

The Midnight Express

Chugga chug, chugga chug chugga chug chug chug chug..


The Midnight Express pushes forward in the night. All around, the darkness engulfs, watching the train intently as it rushes by.

The Midnight Express cranes its neck ahead - only a long and winding rail track beckons. It is going to be a long, cold journey after all. To its left, right, and everywhere else, a bleak darkness surrounds. An unsettled feeling begins to grow within.


"I can't do this. The coal in me, it's just too little!"
"I can't make it through the night."
"I am going to get here stranded forever, I'm going to rust away and no one will find me.."

These thoughts surfaced and re-surfaced over and over again in its mind, each time growing the dank mass of unsettlement in its mechanical heart. With each metre travelled, its metal frame feels heavier and heavier, too much for its narrow wheels to bear.


Chugga.. chug.. chugga.... chug.


Its wheels had eventually came to a stop. It took a final glance at the emptiness around it, dimmed its headlight, and slowly closed the shutters. The Midnight Express is out-of-service.


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A sudden rustle awakens the giant machine.


"Hmm?" The headlight shutters flicked wide open.


A bolt of lightning whipped across the sky, outlining the image of an enormous cumulonimbus cloud.


"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo...... GETAWAYGETAWAY I don't want to rust!!"


The Midnight Express desperately attempts to fire up its engine to GETAWAY, but its attempts proved futile.


Another bolt of lightning whipped across the threatening sky, accompanied with a booming thunder. Little droplets begin to fall.. then gradually, the droplets formed a heavy downpour!


"NOOOOOOOOOOACKKKKKkkkkk!!" The world around Midnight Express began to envelope it in dampness.........

And then Midnight Express woke up.
It was just a dream!

Hooooooooooot Hooooooooooooooooot!


Saturday, August 15, 2009

Doggie Bag It: The lazy laundry-person

There is something therapeutic in the smell of freshly washed clothes. I get a sense of satisfaction when I hang up my clean laundry and see them blow in the wind.
However there is just one thing about doing laundry that I cannot stand. I cannot, I just cannot hand-wash my clothing.

As a member of the 21st century, I grew up on home appliances. In my mother's generation, they didn't have much of these stuff. In my generation, we were usually surrounded with computers, televisions, fridges, air-conditioners, and most relevant to wat we have to say now - The Washing Machine.


In this era, I find it hard to believe that people are still hand-washing their clothes. It is a rather stupid idea as well. With the exception of the low-income families, all others who so much as to suggest hand-washing deserve a tight slap on the cheek. What's the point in hand-washing your clothing? Want to act humble is it?
Go get lost!
Now that we have come to a concensus that hand-washing is dumb, let me raise some pitfalls using the washing machine.
1) My delicate clothes get damaged when I hand-wash!
2) My dark coloured clothes get a massive lint attack when I wash them with towels!
3) The colour of my dark clothing stains my light coloured clothing when I wash them together!


Friends, let me introduce a suggestion, that might be the best solution to your problems!
Let me introduce to you..
The Laundry Net
Mommeh's little helpers

The laundry net is an amaaaaazing invention!

With a laundry net, I can now safely wash my delicate clothes in my washing machine.
With a laundry net, I can now separate my dark clothing from my towels, and get no lint stuck on the dark fabric.
With a laundry net, the dark and light clothes can be separated, and there will be reduced chances of the dark clothes staining the light clothes.
(Disclaimer: of course we don't try and do stupid things like washing a brand new piece of dark clothing with a light coloured clothing in 2 separate bags, coz new dark clothes are very very very infectious and the concentration of dark dye will simply be too much for the laundry net to handle)

And I speak from real life experience. I always had an issue with hand-washing because I have terribly sensitive skin, totally incapable of tolerating detergent. Of course it can be argued that I could hand-wash my laundry wearing gloves, but it is usually harder to handle, and in the final rinse, you can't feel if all the detergent had been removed before you wring it to dry. The laundry net saved my life.

For very expensive delicate clothes, I will protect it from the harsh washer with 2 layers of laundry net. This can ensure the safety of the delicate fabric. The same concept can be applied to very expensive dark clothing - 2 layers of laundry net to protect it from the lint from towels. Trust me, I've been using laundry nets from the age of 13!

For brassiere, you can protect the ones with underwire by using an improvised laundry net - the laundry-perforated-type-plastic-ball. This can help to retain the shape of your expensive underwired brassiere without the need for hand-wash! (Btw, I neva trust hand-washing brassierecoz I can neva fully get the detergent out from the thick paddings)


If you live in Pandamonia, a good place to shop for good quality laundry nets will be at your friendly neighbourhood Daiso. Daiso stocks a good selection of different sizes of laundry net, and some look pretty with cute prints on 'em. I usually get my nets from Daiso.


All the nets I have are from Daiso, with the exception of the small rectangular one in the middle - that's from NTUC.

Another place you can try is NTUC. NTUC laundry nets are also of not bad quality, but there are 2 points lacking in comparison with Daiso nets. NTUC nets usually cost more and they carry different net brands from time to time, so the net zips are sometimes good, sometimes bad. The bad ones tend to have the holdable part of the zip falling off in a month or two of washing, and subsequently you'll find it hard to zip up or open the laundry net without a holdable part.

BUT PLEASE, please please please, DO NOT ever buy laundry nets from pasar malam (night market) stalls unless u wish to waste time and money. The quality is usually bad - they are usually made of thin netted fabric, and have terrible zips that can burst open after just one wash. In 'burst' I mean the teeth of the zip tend to lose the alignment and when that happens, you can't fix it ever.


So ladies, go ahead, go and get your laundry net fix, and stop the bloody hand-washing! Life is short, don't need to wash hard.

Monday, August 10, 2009

The WoW Patch is killing me..


The WoW Patch is killin' me, killin' me, killin' me.

I'm no bug but still dyin' here, can't you see, can't you see.

I'm so tired so dazed so smelly and itchi-chee, itchi-chee.

Need a bath n' aircon to cool it out, to cure me, to cure me.

Meanwhile I'm watchin' ol' Mel Brooks show, so funny, so funny...



Friday, August 7, 2009

Got so hard to count or not?

When businesses hire cashiers, I sincerely recommend that they hire people who are actually able to count. They should also hire supervisors who are able to count, executives who are able to count, managers who are able to count, and finally CEO CFO COO CIO cuckoos who are also able to count.

These look like Monopoly money.

Otherwise the business sure finish.
Finish. Fold. Bankot. Kapoot. Finish.


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So today I went to buy dindin from a western food stall at a nearby Kopitiam. I ordered 2 sets and 3 additional chicken wings @$1.20 each. The cashier took my order and collected my payment. Then several minutes later he approached me to inform me that they only had 1 chicken wing remaining. So now I have 2 prepaid chicken wings.

So ladies and gentlemoons do u noe how to do your double entries?

You might require the following information:
chicken wing - $1.20 each
chicken nuggets (packet) - $3.50

(1)
Dr Other current asset - Chicken wing: $ 3 wings
Cr Account payable - Western food @Kopitiam: $ 3 wings
(Being recording of purchase from stall)

(2)
Dr Account payable - Western food @Kopitiam: $ 3 wings
Cr Cash in pocket: $ 3 wings
(Being payment to cashier from stall)

(3)
Dr Prepayments - chicken wings: $ 2 wings
Cr Other current asset - Chicken wing: $ 2 wings
(Being transfer of cost of chicken wing to prepayments, since no actual chicken wings received)


Then the cashier asked if I would cancel my chicken wing order. I considered it would be more troublesome for him to process a refund of my chicken wing money, so I amended my order from 3 chicken wings to the 1 existing chicken wing and a box of chicken nuggets.

Any questions so far? I hope not, this is like, EASY.
So what are the further entries to make?

(4)
Dr Other current asset - Chicken nugget: $ nugget
Cr Account payable - Western food @Kopitiam: $ nugget
(Being recording of purchase from stall)

(5)
Dr Account payable - Western food @Kopitiam: $ 2 wings
Cr Prepayments - chicken wings: $ 2 wings
(Being discharge of prepayments for offset of value of nuggets)

So how much is my Accounts payable at this point?
i.e. Accounts payable - Western food @ Kopitiam = $ nugget - $ 2 wings = $1.10




And the cashier didn't know how to count this and he approached his supervisor for guidance. Then after 5min of discussion, the supervisor concluded that I had to top-up $4.80.

!??!?!?!?!??!
How they pass their Mathematics one??

Then the cashier felt that something was amiss, so he picked up a calculator and tried again. Then the 2 of them discussed another 5min. All the time I was trying to tell the supervisor I should top-up $1.10, but she found her colleague's voice more enchanting than mine and so she chose to ignore me. Anyway, they finally said that I need to top-up $2.40....

Hopeless, dey!

So I gave up and I shut up. I turned my head and at the counter there was this stall helper who had overheard the conversation and giggling at them.

Weird, dey!


So ya you bosses out there, please go and find yourselves cashiers, supervisors, etc.. WHO PASS THEIR MATHEMATICS ONE, CAN?!?!


eesh.





Monday, August 3, 2009

pollie loves to sleep

Sleep is good.

I want to sleep.

I can't sleep.

Damn my greedy self for downing that iced-latte at 10.30pm..

Dumbo dumbie dumb me.


Sigh!
So miserable!



Saturday, August 1, 2009

O my darling, Ice Latte!

I wish I were swimming in a sea of McDeeDee's iced-latte.. Splashie splashie splash.. Idling my time away in a sea of iced-latte..



If iced-latte is not possible.. then let me swim in a sea of iced-Milo.. Ladee daa daar.. Gurgling up my sea of iced-Milo..



Then I would take 5, and get up to shore, and head for my lunch. A whooping serving of chocolate sundae.. Sundae on a Sunday would be fabulous.. But it'll do on a Saturday as well..


Let me drown in this decadence. Let me goooooooooooooooooooo!