The ’sound’.

I was going to blog about someone calling me a Tweety bird over lunch today, but every time I insert the keys to form the words to a sentence, the vertical line blinks…

I’m getting harder to read, aren’t I?

Ok. Here’s something funny to chew on before I (try to) sleep this off my mind tonight.

You see, the office department at the new company where I worked at has separate toilets each for ladies and gents, both adjacently located within a considerable distance to the pantry area.

So I walked my way to the washroom, and just so happens a male colleague was at the pantry and walked in to the gents as well.

So both of us went to ‘our’ respective toilets.

Both toilets are separated by a high concrete wall (obviously.) that doesn’t cover up to the ceiling. So, technically, you’ll hear each other out at the other side of the wall while both of you were doing your uhh… little business.

I heard him, and I’m pretty sure he heard mine.

Something funny popped up in my mind, and all the sudden I had this strong urge to laugh. I had to use both hands to cover my own mouth, to prevent this self-sabotaging act! No way I’m going to let him think I’m some kind of demented person who laughs on her own while peeing, right? Certainly not a good idea when you barely knew each other for a month.

So I try to shake off the thought, at the same time trying to ‘minimize’ the gushing sound coming from me. I think the whole ordeal of me trying to resist myself from laughing lasted for about a minute (feels like forever!) before he settles, zipped up and left the toilet and me.

I don’t know why but it feels like, phew, what a relief.

I didn’t dare to glance over his cubicle when I walked out of the washroom, for fear of meeting his eyes. It will be awkward. Very, very awkward.

Or maybe it’s just me, me?

 

You think, they think.

At times, you feel like cutting off ties with everyone on the virtual space. You think, I don’t need them anyway. You think, they don’t give a damn. So why should you?

They think, where the hell you’ve been. They think, you come here and give me a hug, I miss you.

I think, so I was wrong again to think I don’t need them. That I don’t give a damn. Because I do.

 

Stupefy!

We all know how restless this little rodent can be in nature. Tried a couple of times and none of the pictures we’ve taken so far turned out decent. Some weeks ago, LD took this shots of Little Buddy in my hand, and all the sudden he went all quiet and still. He was practically ’stupefied’ for a good 2 minutes or so before scurrying off from my grip again.

Picture may say a thousand words, but I wasn’t attempting to choke Little Buddy at that point. I repeat, not.

 

Have a cuppa craving simplicity.

The coffee cup header is by John Williams. I love the rich color it brings in brown, with the coffee and the cup. Do you like it too? Ok so it doesn’t say anything much about whatever minor changes I pledge to make in Craving Simplicity yet, but at the very least, I want something presentably nice that lived up to its title.

Superficially yours,

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Speaking of pictures and presentable and (tastefully) nice…

Yaki gyoza @ Jaya One’s Kissaten

I dare say Kissaten’s Chawanmushi is better than Sushi Zanmai’s.

Kissaten’s Seafood Spaghetti. You just gotta love the vibrant, zesty color served on this plate.

 

Blogger for hire.

Want to get hired for blogging? There you go.

(click to enlarge further)

A bit dubious, don’t you think?

 

Somebody stop me.

I’m thinking… thinking… wanting… to kill off another blog again.

Happy Friday!

 

Blossom.

Every rose has its thorns. Cactus too. Except, the cactus would never be as good looking as the rose. So little cactus grew its own defense mechanism, with body shrouded with white fur-like coating, and underneath it lies a prickly sense of touch that says, ‘BACKOFFyoubunchofhypocrites.’

And the cactus blossomed. My oh my. I suppose it wants to be as pretty as their buddy roses too after all, eh?

 

X-files: I want to believe trailer.

 

pride of a puffer fish.

My pride is a puffer fish;
I have spikes accounted for my naked ignorance,
and a big puff of self-conceited beliefs.
But when the liver is removed,
under the knife of a master chef,
my mere existence ended as a Fugu dish;
best served cold with a dip.

The end of my puffer fish.

 

duh.

There are times when I’m super sharp Brands’ chicken essence alert. Much thanks to the stars (of my astrology) really.

Then there are also some duh moments in between. When the blur sotong strikes.

This afternoon.

HR: … so as promised last week, we decided to arrange the interview at your convenience…

me: Sure…

HR: So when would it be convenient for you?

me: Hmm… *pause*

*glance over at the table calendar*

*thinks deep*

me: How about next week?

Silence.

HR: Well umm… heheh… of course next week heheh… since… well, today is already Friday you see… heheh…

me: OH!! *smack head*

me: Right *sillysillysillysillysillysilly* heheh…

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Pray pray I won’t turn into my own liability come grilling session next week. But I’m trying to keep things positive for now.

Two major things happened this week. I quit instant coffee and Jason Castro didn’t make it to top 3 AI finalists. Oh and the call. Make it three. Happy stuff.

Happy weekend! and Happy Mother’s Day to all moms out there. Be good.