tremors in the night
It’s a quiet Monday night and we’re in the office bustling to meet our deadlines.
About 10.30pm or so, I felt like I was swaying a bit in my chair. Thought Jacko might be jiggling his leg rather little too violently underneath the table in time to his Indonesian songs. Just when I turned to ask him, he said, “Ei. Shaking your leg is it?”
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Upon consulting the interwebs, it seems that there was just an earthquake measuring 6.2 in Sumatra, with the tremors reaching all the way to Malaysia. Goodness!
We were the only ones in the office who felt it though. Ze Head of Department said mebbe it was because our desks are situated right on top of a covered staircase entrance which, in dire quake situations, would be the first parts of the second floor to give way. Goodness!
ding-dong! it won’t be long
Two earth-shattering things happened this week.
One, I have actually set a course for my career for the next few years, which involves quite a few drastic changes,
Two, dear sister Mel’s union with Albert has finally been approved by the parental units, and wedding plans are underway.
So even when I had to stay back at work today upon last minute notice, and even when the job dragged on to 2am when it should have ended at 11, I had the silliest grin on my face all the way through.
the delightful spammer
In the past few months, I’ve been receiving quite a number of email forwards from a certain person. I don’t recognize the name nor the email address of the sender, and I have no idea how he managed to scrounge up my email address, but one day the email forwards just started coming and never stopped since. MYSTERIOUSNESS!
Like most everyone else, I usually don’t like forwarded emails without substance – I especially abhor the superficial ones with ‘U R MY FREN SEND DIS BACK 2 ME AND WE R FRENS FOREVAH!!11′ swamped with animated sparkly teddy bear gif hell. Honestly, whoever actually rates friendship strength on replies after sending these beastly things out deserves to get smacked upside the head.
Fortunately though, this fellow is different. His emails have really entertaining content. This enigma has sent many a funny forward, and thus he shall be dubbed ‘The Delightful Spammer.”
Like this one gem, Proper Baby Care! A pictorial guide on how to handle your pride and joy.
More baby-caring goodness below!
the folk of yesteryears
BestFriendMaz is back from the UK! Have missed her terribly, and it’s glorious to have her here again. Met up with the girlfriends in Subang this evening for scrumptious porridge steamboat. Yummy. Love it. Love them.
The nicest surprise came while we were having drinks after in SS14 Bistro though – first we ran into a couple of secondary schoolmates, then an old primary classmate, neither of whom I’ve seen for years. I’ve always remembered one of the said sec. schoolmates (who, come to think of it, actually goes way back to kindy with me), as being slightly rotund throughout his younger years. Now he be a lean mean muscular machine. Which is wonderful, really – it never fails to amaze me when I come across old friends from school who’ve shed their old looks to reveal how attractive they really can be.
The primary school classmate, a dashing young man whom I always used to invite to my pre-pubescent birthday parties every primary year and then had nothing else to do with after we entered different secondary schools, surprisingly still remembered my first name, and the birthday parties. Even more impressively, he remembered there was ice-cream cake. Goodness! I can’t even for the life of me remember what I had for dinner last Sunday.
It’s really nice to know that even though you haven’t been in touch with old schoolmates for donkey years, you still remain a part of their memories. For something as trivial as birthday celebrations, or, as I discovered to my horror from another old chum, for having absurdly curly hair comparable to a brand of instant noodles.
Name it and suffer my wrath.
