On Saturday, horned beasts of the wild brought my journey to a complete stop when they stormed the streets I was on and stubbornly stood between me and my destination for a lot longer than I'd care to appreciate.
On Sunday, a long-tailed reptile with powerful claws attempted to do the same. But my experience the day before had made me wiser. Smarter. Faster. So this time, I sped up, swerved to avoid a cold-blooded collision, and left the scaly bugger standing in my dust. *lansi face*
Naturally, I had to stop to capture the moment.
Cannot see? I zoom for you.
Still cannot see? I zoom summore.
There. Now, kindly note the size of that terrestrial beast in comparison with the green road sign sitting in the shade just behind it. EQUAL. LENGTH. YO. @_@
I'll be the first one to admit that I've got more than a few quirks when it comes to my eating habits. And, understandably, very few people get it. Thing is, you don't have to understand the hows and whys of what I do or don't do. But if you ever have to pleasure of dining with me, it'd be nice for me to be able to enjoy my meal without being judged for every since thing that goes on on my plate. I mean, come on, let's be fair. It's MY plate after all, right? So play nice and go prod and ponder over yours, thank you.
But I'm not the only one with quirks.
This morning, the folks and I went to a Chinese coffee shop for breakfast. We all ordered half-boiled eggs and buttered toast with sugar on the side. Yums. But at the end of breakfast, Dee noticed that Mee was done with her meal but had left a single lonely square of buttered toast behind.
Dee: *looks confused while pointing at Mee's plate* Eh, why you leave one piece liddat?
Mee: *matter of fact* I got no more egg.
Dee & Pam Song: @_@ *looks at each other* Bwahahahaha. So weird wan you!
p/s: By the way, that is OBVIOUSLY not the original insides of my phone. The dude must have swapped it during the repairs earlier cos this one's impossibly dusty and dirty as hell, and is so not reflective of my barely-10-month-old iPhone. >( Rawr. Now I'm doubly unhappy.
They say too many cooks spoil the broth. Well, what they missed out was: (1) too many recipes confuse the cook, and... (2) a single cook can't possibly feed a whole banquet hall of people on her own either! She needs help!
In recent days, I've had my bridesmaids and friends throw me a good number of random thoughts, ideas and suggestions for what can be done for the wedding. Unfortunately, a good majority of their suggestions also come with little or no head or tail or follow up. Everybody has a say about what they want or what they think is nice, but nobody's willing to roll up their sleeves to do anything to get things done. Heck, everybody wants to eat their fill but nobody's willing to get their hands dirty in the kitchen! All I keep getting are airy-fairy suggestions, and then, it all suddenly becomes my problem to – in the words of my ex-Small Boss – "make. it. work." It's like a hundred million people throwing me half-arsed recipes and expecting me to somehow whip something up in the kitchen that they'll all enjoy, and somehow manage to pull the whole shebang off on my own!
If you couldn't already tell from that extra long,
no-breath-in-between paragraph... that, my friend,
just sucks. It sucks big time. And it's tiring as hell, too.
I know I'm ranting and it does sounds like I'm being totally ungrateful toward the people around me. But do understand and bear in mind that I'm not only referring to suggestions offered by others with our benefits in mind. Like with regards to our ballroom decor. Or my wedding gown. Or our wedding cake.
No, I'm talking about suggestions that are – to some extent – selfishly suggested only for the sakes of those who brought it up. So they're more comfortable, so they look better, so they're less tired out, so there's less sacrifice on their parts. Suggestions, all for them. But still, it's me who's doing the running around.
I don't get it. Is this how
it always works with weddings?
I mean, when I was asked to be a bridesmaid last year, I helped my bride write her Save The Date and wedding card. I visited the florist with her. I helped her pick out a gown at the bridal house. And offered her my comments on things when I was asked. Most of all, I at least had the courtesy to be okay with whatever the bride wanted me to wear, no matter how much it would make me look like pink bubble gum on a cotton candy high.
Is it too much of me to expect the same
of my bridesmaids and friends?
And if by some cruel twist of fate, the roles just have to be reversed and it becomes totally impossible for me to get any help from my assigned helpers (how ironic... -_-'''), I'd expect a little gratefulness or at least a simple pat on the back for all the running around I'm doing on behalf of those people who were, in fact, brought on board to ease my burden, and not add to the load I'm already carrying.
I hate it when my roti canai comes soft and soggy. It's just... wrong. You know? Wrong. Instead, I like my roti crisp and light. But crispy roti canai doesn't come along every day. Not unless you're digging into it at Arati Vilas, Tanjung Bungah. =)
Arati Vilas is situated along the slightly uphill road directly opposite Tanjung Bungah Hotel. It sits two doors away from a laundromat, in a residential area.
I recently jumped on the eBay bandwagon – made two purchases so far – and I must say... I've come to really look forward to receiving seller feedbacks after my purchases have gone through. Haha. Funny huh?
They're pretty much like the Friendster testimonials of yesterday, only these are limited to a grand total of 80 characters max. No grandmother stories allowed. Haha. But gosh! Who would have thought that 80 characters from an total stranger could make this eBay noobie such a happy shopper! Cos they totally do!
Looks like May Zhee was right: "There is no better love in the world, than to be loved by strangers. :)"
Anyway, I was browsing the net earlier today when I stumbled across this bunch of tea-related trinkets I'd love to have to call my own. Pretty, pretty cute (see what I did there?) and totally practical. I like!
Collected my iPhone last Friday night but just got it whipped back into shape inside and out today. As usual, the dudes just had to wipe out my info and apps in order to get things done. *snorts* And I just had to have not synced my app purchases the few days before sending it in so that meant re-downloading it all again. *smacks self* Anyway, like I said, Crackers is back in action. But... she feels different somehow. Pam Song is not happy. Time to start saving for the iPhone 5.
Stuff's been going down – literally – in the branding world this past couple of months. Why? Cos international coffee giant, Starbucks Coffee says it no longer wants "Starbucks" or "Coffee" in its logo. (Click here to read news from source.)
Yeah, you heard me right the first time. No more Starbucks Coffee, my friends. In its place, you an ugly-as-hell, twin-tailed, green-eyed, wannabe-queen mermaid with frizzy hair. Like so:
Now, I'm suddenly incredibly thankful I bought my own Starbucks tumbler on a whim last month. One with the familiar, old logo we all know so well, of course. Haha. Call it female intuition or psychic precognition, I don't care. But it made me think: Maybe I do have secret powers after all. =p
I hate exercising with a vengeance. Why? Cos I super hate panting, sweating, getting hot, getting sticky, and getting tired. Because of that, I never ever EVER partake in any from of exercise unless I get my arm twisted into doing it. And if ever I'm invited, I always try worming my way out of it.
If I suddenly just had me a baby girl overnight who miraculously got conceived, impossibly grew outside my tummy and somehow managed to survive on nothing more than an unmarried 26-year-old's childish wishes and dreams for 9 missing months... She'd totally be prancing around in these right now.
OMG, instead of rescuing Crackers,
the dude ended up giving her a recurring stroke!
There's now a slight gap all around the screen, the screen is now awkwardly raised, the Menu button no longer clicks, and worst of all, the screen whites out if I press the Menu button, then starts flickering on and off till I restart the phone.
professional with their production line workstations.
But I guess Dee was right.
It does look more like
a handphone graveyard
than it does a repair shop. =(
And my phone? Sigh. Still repairing lor.
In the end, the guys at the shop told us to stop waiting, go home, and leave it there overnight so they can work on it tomorrow. Pfft. Turns out it won't be ready in the ONE HOUR they promised me after all. Sigh. Now to wish, hope and pray for a little bit of repair man magic to revive Crackers. *fingers crossed*