Cinnamon & Cardamom

Yes, they are spices. But this story is about dogs. Puppies to be exact. Brothers of the same ugly brown colour that you see on every other stray that suns across the street about to get mowed down. Different in the sense that they were given to my cousin who now treats them with the same reverence that he gives to his Rottweiler. (Called Rocky :p)

Anyways, when i went to his place, the puppies had just arrived and had only been there less than a couple of weeks. And nobody knew what to call them, everyone was debating over their names. So since i was there, i took the liberty of naming them. And i had some brilliant ideas.

Like ciku and durian. or mickey and minnie. you know, matching stuff. like venus and pluto. or parrot and mynah. and of course - cinnamon and cardamom. i mean, sounds great right. then along comes my aunt and she goes like "lets name one of em Kaizer". and i'm like "for what?" cos another cousin used to have a miniature pincher by the name of Kaizer. or was it an alsation? i cant remember. point is - dogs NEED nice names.

And cos of my aunt, now one of em is called cinnamon and the other is Kaizer! i mean, how unmatched is that?

anyways, diwali was good. filled with food, cookies, thosai, food, nei urundai, mangoes, hampers, food (oh wait did mention that already?).. and a bit of blackjack and poker :-)

Of fat people, a caramel sundae and Gorgeous..

I was at Burger Kings in KLCC, and i took the whopper's value meal which comes with a free caramel sundae which was oh so yummy. absolutely gorgeoulicious (hey i just created a new word) :-)

and as i was taking my chilli and tomato sauce, there was this fat guy nearby who was trying to take up the WHOLE space at the chilli sauce counter. i mean, its a place where 2 normal sized people can comfortably fit and here he was trying to call his friend and ask what kinda sauce the other guy wanted and taking up the whole space at the same time. bearing in mind i was there FIRST!

so i wait patiently for abt 10 seconds (which is a lot in my books, esp when faced with indecisive idiots who get in my face) and after that i say in a very exasperated but polite manner "excuse me". and guess what? instead of moving out of the way, he looks at me like I"M THE ONE IN THE WAY! i mean, COME ON!!!!

i generally have no qualms about fat people, i mean, i'm considered "slightly plump" and i have friends who are fat, but this guy was getting into MY FACE. its fine if you're fat and u keep it to yourself, but to shove your foot-wide diameter into my tray is something else altogether, especially when i have a big cup of vanilla coke on it. and when i'm wearing a white outfit...

anyways, IT is giving me problems as usual so much so tht if there's something i can fix myself, i just get the codes from them and do it. for example, if the agents can access the internegt all of a sudden, i asked IT for the codes to key into the proxy settings under IE --> tools etc, and its fine. and now guess what? when IT comes to my floor for other matters, they come look for MY book which has all the codes! i mean, dont they have it off the top of their heads? i told you my IT is hopeless!

and oh, i have to write about gorgeous (especially since lilian asked - p/s: hows august?) well, gorgeous is fine, but the other day he was super. i came in late to the office, so i couldnt park in my normal spot and i had to park a little further away, and the area looked ok in the afternoon, but when i wanted to get to the car at night, my car was the only one there and it was a dark corner under the tree.

so i kinda walked really fast to the car, said a couple of prayers, dumped all my stuff in the front seat, got in, switched on the ignition and released the handbreak. you know when ur cars not been started for a while, it takes some time to move esp if its an auto right. its normal with gorgeous as well. however, on that day, as soon as i released the handbreak, he MOVED. like as usual. like he would after i parked for 10 minutes. it was AWESOME. the only thing i could think of was the bond i have with this car - much like Knight Rider's Kit who FEELS his master. fucking amazing.

of course it helps tht i speak to gorgeous as well la - stuff like "hello gorgeous, how are you" (after a long day of not seeing him) and "hey gorgeous, take me home safely ok" (when i'm driving at night) and "come on gorgeous, you can do this" (when maneuvering out of a tight spot) and "its ok gorgeous, you'll be alright" (when going through floods). And he's NEVER let me down. So as a reward, i did his alignment, balancing and rotating today :-)

No, I am NOT MAD.

November’s CLEO

Looked thick and on the cover was pasted the annual party’s pass, which i try not to miss cos the goodie bags are great! Came home and opened it and it was good and bad.

The good was that there was a lot of free stuff – Pantene’s 3-minute treatment, pads from Whisper (whoever goes back to pads after discovering tampons?) and Horlicks 3-in-1. Which reminds me that i got a Campbells sample on the way to pavilion this afternoon! Also had some free coupons for Clinique products and a Lesportsac catalogue.

Then i turned to the party page. All these years, they had a couple of pages at least about the goodie bag being given for the first 1000 people to show up. This time around however, there was no mention about what the goodie bag contained. And all these past years, there was also a free drink thrown in for those with the entrance pass, but no mention about THAT either. Cost cutting measures? Sigh..

Anyways, i don’t know if i’m going, my friends wedding falls on the same day – mass in the morning and dinner at 7. Everyone’s getting married all of a sudden. Hmmmm..

All these years i’ve been lining up for cleo’s annual rave, sometimes in the rain for an hour. Sounds mad i know :p except for last year when i was all geared up to go but rumours were rife that there was gonna be a riot somewhere in KL and i tot, well, a goodie bag don’t matter much anymore :p

A black Monday and some IT idiots..

First, I get bc (!) at abt 1230 am, and thats where it all starts. A minute amount of sleep later (coupled with heat waves, lumpy pillows and hungry mosquitoes), i get up, wash my hair in cold water at 6.30am (the only time i remember doing that is at some damn camp i went to for some teambuilding and leadership course. Or something) and i’m driving to work in the bloody rain and jam at 7am. Pissed cos of the discomfort, it shows on my long face. GREAT. Ends.

Get into work with a black face (early) and the damn aircon doesn’t work. Try starting up my PC and windows doesn’t log in with some error msg crap. Call IT and THEY’RE not working at that hour and all they can do is lock the case and raise a service request (which will take ages then for them to actually come up and fix the damn problem). The only bright point is my nasi lemak (RM1.20 and its NICE). And my iced water and vitamin C.

Finally 9am arrives, and all of a sudden, my PC is ok. Then come all the others with complaints about their pcs – not windows but systems and applications issues! I spend the rest of my morning raising cases with IT and walking around to see if i can configure some myself. I mean, what is the point of paying IT when i’m doing their damn job?

Everytime i raise a case, they come down much later (i’ve now got their mobile numbers so its easier and even then they’re still slow), and it affects the dept’s performance. Yeah, find the root cause.

As i walk around, someone asks me why i look fucking pale (not in so many words), and someone else asks me to go put on some make up and lipstick. Another tells me to just go get some sleep. Bulls eye.

Didnt go out for lunch. Had some digestives with milo. Which reminds me, milo CANNOT survive without me, its been my staple drink (at least 3 times a day) from the time i’ve been weaned off milk.

Couple of bad escalations and irate customers later, i’m walking out the door – only to be greeted with a long sullen, silent drive to bangsar. Some crying and conversation (with my bestie) later, i’m debating whether to forget about being treated like a Avis-Rent-A-Car, or to go have a good meal. Both won – it was supposed to be McDs and 7-E for a Heineken, but McDs made me stuffed and i’ll keep Heineken for a Thursday. And when i was in McDs, my boss calls to tell me tht there was a cat fight in the office (i'm glad Gremlin is way above all this), and that he had to send one of those cats to a hospital. Anyways..

Came back, checked my email, and Herworld wants me to freelance for them as well. Which is cool. Slept at 1130 and woke up at 930am the next day – 10 hours of badly needed shut eye. With the fan, nice pillows, and mosquito netting. And the neighbours pond lilting a therapeutic melody throughout. I guess sometimes, life is about choices.

My sister stole my baju!

My sister stole my baju!

Oh my, its the first time in a long long time that I’m waking up when the sun is high in the sky. Absolutely to be missed. I wish that I wasn’t working again :-)

So the other day I wanted to coordinate my dressing for the whole week la kan. I usually do this cos its fun. So one of the weeks, I’ll wear only Punjabi suits to work. Then the next week, I’ll wear all black slacks / skirts. And the following week, I’ll wear only Malay bajus to work. Or another week, I’ll wear something brown every day. So sometimes when I feel like coordinating my outfits, I will.

Anyways, this week, I wanted to wear only Malay bajus to work – like baju kurung, kebaya or kedah. I have 3 kurungs, 3 kebayas, and 1 kedah. So my kedah was one of the choices for Wednesday (or Thursday). And when I dig my cupboard and turn it upside down to find my kedah, its NOT there.

When I ask my mom, first she says I don’t know.. then after some probes, she says my sister took it cos she had some function to attend. Can u imagine? Without even telling me! And when I wanna borrow her clothes, she absolutely refuses, saying I’m fat so I’ll stretch them. This is crazy. And now I cant wear my baju even when I want to.

And the best part? I saw her photos uploaded on facebook, wearing MY BAJU KEDAH!!!!

My First Facial..

So my sister said that since i'm 27 and i havent gone for any facial, i should go do one. and i had a facial voucher from marie france as well so i thought i should just go humour her. what do i have to lose anyway?

and she said that since it smy first facial, i should expect my skin to break out the next day as all the clogged pores are cleansed etc. Lah kan!

so i go there, and the beautician asks me to change and get on the bed. well bottom line was, i was lying on that damn bed for an hour and 20 minutes and didnt feel all that different after. to her credit, she did cleanse and tone and steam and massage and moisturise and use a mask etc etc etc blah blah blah.. but serisouly, i felt the same and looked the same (only that my skin looked and felt a little oily after she was done).

and oh my skin was perfectly fine after that. as in there was no breakout or ANYTHING. when i told my sister that, she said it would take 24-72 hrs for the breakouts to show. guess what? its been abt 2 wks now. nothing. i think she's just jealous.

my friend had a better opinion. he said "maybe your skin was just clean to begin with so there was no difference no matter what she did". now isnt that a better answer?

and now, what i'm wondering about is why everyone tells brides to have their facial way in advance so that they dont have breakouts on their wedding day..

Many Firsts

Been working for about a month now. More than that actually, time just flew by. Abt 6 weeks i think. Been settling myself nicely and i kinda like this place. Dont rmbr feeling this way abt my prev company :p

But this is a bit of an alright. Boss loves me, the work is ok (except when the damn reporting analyst is on leave and i hv to do her reporting).. A few drawbacks tho:

1. Its freaking hot cos my desk is near the window :p
2. Parking is FREAKING expensive
3. Jammed to and from work each day
4. Some of the agents behave like kids (but i'll elaborate on this on another blog)

Thing is, working here, I've experienced MANY firsts.

My first interview - when i first came in, almost like the first day i came to collect my offer letter, my boss asked me to sit in for an interview when he was hiring an agent. and after that i sat in with him for a couple of interviews. and at one point, he asked me to conduct an interview by myself cos he had a meeting. and the girl was actually hired on my recommendations!

My first firing - well not exactly firing, but asking someone to leave. apparently she cursed the customer's entire family for generations and the customer made a huge complaint and insisted to take the matter to the press etc, so mua asked her to leave.

My first "only female in an all male" meeting - which was way cool. i was the only female in a meeting with all the other team leaders / trainer / manager being testosterone laden guys.

My first "threat" - altho Tres doesnt call it a threat. Basically some idiot got pissed cos he was supposed to be doing something else urgently but he was on his mobile instead. so i pointed it out and he said ok. a minute later i went over to his place, and when he saw me, he threw his pen at the pc's monitor. i was a bit shaken but assholes are best left to themselves. or fired.. HEHEHEHEHEHEHE..

Anyways, i probably get called bitch a lot behind my back but hey, no one great ever achieved anything by being ordinary and not making any enemies in the process!

A bad Saturday

Well first I had to wake up early. Dont ask. Then I made an appointment with the hairdressers and after 3 hours, I'm not happy with the results. Next, I was supposed to watch Mamma Mia. And since I didnt know who I wanted to go with, I'm now not going with either of 'em. Maybe I'll just go by myself one of the evenings after work.

You know like the Malay saying goes "harapkan pagar, pagar makan padi, nak tengok movie, baik pergi sendiri".. Sigh..

You know, i'm just thinking if I should update this blog on friendster as well. Usually its the otherway around, I start on friendster, then i copy-paste everything onto this page.. Anyways..

And now i'm in the midst of an argument with him. I mean, do you just simply ask your girl to go find another guy cos of something petty? Or just cos you're insecure. What do you think is gonna happen if you keep pushing people away?

Do I do the same thing to you for small petty issues? Do unto others what you would like others to do unto you. What if for every minor thing you said, I told you to go find another girl? "Do unto others..."

I mean, I wish my weekends were good, cos if my weekend were bad, it would be an utter waste. I LOVE my weekends. I would rather have a bad weekend, where I could just channel the anger into constructive work. I'd finish all my reports before lunch, the agents schedules weeks in advance, etc.