The Perils of 2 Sizes

I am sure this happens to you before. Dilemma. Fickle-minded. Crossroads..

Nolah.. Not any major decision but the choice between 2 sizes. Like Gunipok can't decide on her XXL or XXXL dress. Or Winn can't decide on her RM500 or RM50 bag. Anyway, the story is liddis..

That day I went to get a pair of shoes. Sales time is the best time to buy work apparels. So my selection was down to one nice pairs which doesn't have my size. Bummer!

Then I look around and saw another almost similar pair. The salegirl brought me 2 sizes, 8 and 9. I put on 8. Fits perfectly. I try 9. More comfortable. 8 or 9? 8 or 9? 8 or 9?

Try 8 again. Try 9 again. Can't decide as both doesn't make alot of difference. The salesgirl waited patiently. Ok, final decision. Size 9.

So the salesgirl proceed to pack my shoes and leave it on the cashier while we proceed to shop for other stuff. Finally we were done and proceed to make payment. The end.

No!

I went home and unpack my shoes and guess what..?!
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Both left side with 1 size 8 and 1 size 9.

Leiloemei!

How crappy!

Adios.

My Lurve Affair With...

It was a Saturday afternoon when we wander on what to snack in the cinema later. Then I saw my Lurve!

It was lurve at first sight. The packing and the color, oh, so captivating. French Onion.. Anything French is good. Seaweed Mori.. Sounds Japanese.. Anything Japanese is sophisticated. So, I grabbed the 2 packs of Lurve, happily skipping to the cashier.

BUT!

We pass thru Pringles! What should I do? One is ‘Once you pop, you can’t stop’, and the other one is just a hype like you see it in every blog. Decisions.. Decisions..

To be fair to both, I put both together to compare.

Old timer Pringles.. Sour Cream & Onion, Basil and Garlic. Sounds healthy! Vegetables! Vegetables is good for health and bowel movements.

Newcomer Lurve now looks so small and pale. French Onion? France got H1N1 hor? Seaweed Mori? Wow, look at the sea pollution! Oil spills etc. No way I am touching the seaweed.

The final decision is out. Sorry Lurve, Pringles will go into the cinema with me.

What no outside food allowed in the cinema? They got sell the sedaps Pringles meh?

How crappy..

Adios!

Note: No Pringles or Lurve were harm during the selection process. But hearsay Lurve commited suicide 2 days later. Not my fault.

Jokes Overdosed

Too much jokes is bad. Seriously.

I used to read a lot of jokes. During my younger days when I am damn free in the office (not sure the nature of the job is so free or I dunno what I am doing), I used to surf websites that update jokes on a daily basis. I even copy and past the funny ones on a Words doc and compile it, and print it out. I have 2 self-compiled jokes book now. What? Jokes got copyright one meh>? Chiseen.

Then Facebook came along and there is this application called ‘LOL’. It’s like a forum where people post their jokes and the rest will rate it. Some got a really funny one. I used to read that everyday for a few minutes before I start work. Well, starting the day with a few jokes is always better than starting the day reading sad stories from the newspaper, right?

Anyway, back to my point. Why is too much jokes is bad.

I read so much jokes, it came to a point that every joke that my friends crack, I’ve read before. And you dun really laugh at jokes that you’ve read before. Thus, either I be an asshole and says ‘theang gor jor la (listen before)’ or, fake a laugh. For not being an asshole, I opted for the latter. Do you know how torturous is it to pretend a laugh? Pretend a smile is easy. We do everyday. But pretend to laugh is not easy; especially the person who cracks the jokes is your boss.

Oklah, to end this post, have you heard of this joke before:

Lifeguard blows whistle.

Lifeguard: Hey, you are not supposed to pee in the pool..!
Guy : *look up* Why not? Everyone is doing it!
Lifeguard: Yes, but not from the springboard!

How crappy..

Adios.

Jom Lunch

It’s liddis. Yesterday la.. I was snaking taking a break walking around the cafeteria about 10am, I heard someone yelled my name from the other end. I was panic at first because it’s like you went to the canteen not during recess time and caught by someone. Last time in school right, going to the canteen before recess time is very good. No queue and can sit anywhere I like..

Ok, let’s not sidetrack and back to my setori. It’s my ex-colleague. He’s having a meeting in the building. We had a short chat and he suggested to have lunch together later to catch up. Oklah, since long time no see. So, about 1230 he sms me saying he is already in the cafeteria.

I bid my normal lunch kaki farewell and proceed to the cafeteria. He waved at me from an empty table. So I took my seat and he says that 2 of his colleagues will be joining us..

Waseh, once the 2 colleagues sat down hor, the 3 of them start talking about work, their meetings, issues etc.. I just sat there listening to stuff which is not relevance to me at all! Once a while i just gave a no-brainer comment.

Then after makan, he says if I have something on then I can go 1st.

Tamader, next time dun ever ask me go lunch if you are in this building..


How crappy..

Adios.

First Day at School

School holidays are finally over..

I woke up with a messy hair at 630am. Dragging myself to the bathroom to wash up.

Thanks mum for the sandwiches which is a life saver. Breakfast is very important to start off the day, especially it's a day of studies.

I checked my bag again to make sure everything is there. It's not a good thing to leave anything behind on the first day.

Upon reaching the classroom, I greeted my classmates Good Morning. I wanna be a good boy now. I wanna be a polite boy. I wanna get A for Moral.

When the teacher came in, I wished her Good Morning too. She is happy. Then she proceeds with her lesson, explaining to me whatever I am unsure.

Few hours later is recess time. My classmates asked me to join them for makan. Since I am new, I decided to follow them, and to catch up with them on whatever that I've been missing.

After makan, back to classroom for further lessons. The clock is ticking very slowly. But it comes to the end finally. I bid my classmates and teacher goodbye and went home, feeling tired.

That was basically what happend today as my first day at WORK. By the way, please re-read the above by replacing teacher with manager, classmates with colleagues and classroom with office.

Tengkiu berry much.

How crappy..

Adios!

Time is Bad. Serious.

It's funny.

The news shows hundreds of people queuing up for a job openings for 10 persons.

Newspaper reports that the job fair attracts thousands of unemployed but still hundreds left with no jobs.

Factories laid off thousands of employees.

Crimes rate rocketing.

Cost cutting. Plants shutting down. Foreign companies cutting their investments here. Allowances cut. Wages cut.

But in reality..

Crocs is crowded.

Premium Japanese buffet is fully booked for the next few months.

Shopping malls is packed.

No signs of property price dropping.

More Ferraris and Porches on the road.

More houses are built on the high end.

So tell me. Is time really bad?

Actually, IT IS!

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See lah.. Mall's buggy mia tyres also gone.

Time to tighten our belts and prepare for the bad time.

How crappy.

Adios.

Not My Fault!

'Eh, go la..'

'Nolah, cannot yet..'

'Can oredi la, just go..'

'Nolah, still not ok, wait a bit more..'

'No need wait.. CAN GO oredi...'

'Dangerous leh, see properly first..'

'See what see? Late jor la..'

'If got police how?'

'Police your head. JUST GO!'

'Ok ok.. no need to shout..'

'So mafan next time take bus'



That was my left brain arguing with my right brain..


Saw this traffic light at the junction near my house.

You tell me lah, liddis go or no go?

Sometimes when I'm late, it's not always my fault ok..

How crappy..

Adios.