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Sunday, June 29, 2008

No life post

Work this past month has been crazily busy.

Haven't had time and mood to write a nice, happy post, but here are some random thoughts off the top of my head in no particular order of preference.

I think first dates are like job interviews. In both instances you try to project your "best" image, you try to give you most impressive, stilted, practiced answers trying hard to convince the other party that this is who-you-really-are, you start each off with a lot of hope which most of the time is crushed into a thousand pieces, throdded and kneaded into the ground. I guess, at the end of the day, ultimately behind all the thrusts and parries of both situations, what is being seeked can be succinctly summarized into, "WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME/ THE COMPANY?" Maybe the moral of the story is to not have high hopes, or be better at deceiving people into believing they are holding the aces in the game OR, why not just ask outright the above question in the first place? Save everyone all the time, effort and hoping and guessing. Time is money after all. And we all know how important money is.

The most innane, MALE CHAUVANISTIC PIG-ish thing a guy (that I have had a certain amount of respect for- oh what a severe letdown!) told me recently was "Hey, I think you've put on weight! You're not married right? Ehh..not married better don't put on weight!" WT%&#@!!! He wasn't joking, his face was serious as if he were doling out advice worthy of an award! I don't resent the fact that he said he thought I'd put on weight. Actually, I seeth with unexpressed rage at the implication of the second part of his comments- so it's not ok for women (psssttt...especially unmarried females), to be fat but you mean it's OK for unmarried men to be fat and slovenly? Or worst, you mean it's OK for men to be fat and slovenly whether married or unmarried? Ohh, the cheek of that insensitive, chauvanistic, Neantherdal fat ass! Yes he is FAT, bordering on being grossly obese! Haha. Life and it's little ironies that make me laugh. I don't normally comment about people's weight but this guy deserves it. Why, oh why despite all the education, all the exposure, all the supposed open-mindedness do us Asians still judge:
a) women by their looks
b) men by their careers

I wish it was easier to get healthy food in Malaysia. Food outside is either too salty, too oily, too much carbo, too little fibre, too much sugar, too little veg or too expensive! Because there is no other choice -except for me doing my own cooking, which is totally out of the question at the moment since I don't have the time and most importantly of all my apartment has no gas- I still ingest outside food that I think might have contributed to my persistent migraine the past week, the nausea, the breakout of pimples on my face and body. Well, nothing sleeping at 8pm 3 days in a row, a facial, some yoga classes can't cure for now. But in the long term, I think I should take better care of my health and myself. After all, if you don't love yourself, nobody else will.

OK, that's it. Back to living my no life life. Oh, don't you just envy me?

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Monday, June 02, 2008

Rest in peace, Bobo

Bobo, my office Rottweiler for those of you who don't know, died today. So sad...:( Kinda got used to seeing it everyday at work.

I asked the guards if they knew what caused the death but they didn't know.

Heatwave? Accidental ingestion of rat poison? Old age? I dunno.

I hope Bobo's in a better place now.

Some sort of doggy heaven, if there's such a thing.