Sweet Jessica

Jessica, you could possibly be the sweetest person I know!

Three of my whiteboard markers went missing today and by the end of the day, after searching in vain, they're still missing. I'm pissed but hey, I can always get replacements but this sweet sweeeet woman suddenly flutters by my desk and plops this note on my desk.

I WAS SOOOO TOUCHED!!!!!!!!!!!

I *heart* it!

It's scary what we choose to sacrifice

Today, I scared myself.

I've always been one to put loved ones first; family, boyfriend. Whether it be a simple outing to a major decision, it was clear and simple. No need for second thoughts. 

Then I got this job--my first job--which has been causing me to sacrifice time to be with subjects of matter. At first it was missing two dinners a week with the family. Shortly after, I was cutting down on quality time with Phil on two days.

Now, this job--this, highly unstable job, is giving me back my two missing dinners but taking away five days of substantial quality time with Phil.

And I'm accepting as of tomorrow.

It's a bittersweet thing.

I'm happy to be able to no longer work nights...but, how could I have said Yes, to lean towards agreeing to something which would take away more of what little I have with him? Do I have to sacrifice even more sleep five days a week? Would I sacrifice it?

Yes, I would.

Knowing eventually, it would take its toll on me. I'd grow old faster, die younger and eye bags so big I'd be mistaken for a panda.

But who am I? Sacrificing all these for what? Money? It's sad.

It's just a job!

Loved ones are loved ones.

I just hope I'll only need to keep on doing this for not that much longer.

I don't want to be forced to give up more and more.

Happy Birthday Jules!!

Darren and I hope you had a blast during your celebratory dinner, ice cream and cake tonight! Oh, and of course I hope you like your presents! 

Have a happy birthday, dear friend!

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Pizza, eat your Hut out!

Look at the amount of cheese on that thing!

By far Puzzini's best pizza--their tuna pizza! I had like four slices in one sitting! :O

The cookies have invaded!!

An army of 200+ strong cookies have invaded my home through the microwave and has taken over our minds!! Strategically entering through our mouths, it's only a matter of days before they set up camp in our hips!!

Save me!!!

Did I mention they're effing delicious? :(

Accidental Handiwork

So, I was bored at work today. That is, after finishing all the marking I had to do and getting out of my I-still-feel-too-sick-to-be-working-today funk, I looked around (i.e my desk) for something to do. We have a mini mini play coming up next week and I wanted to kick up the excitement gears in my kids. Now, to those who know me much too well, I can't do anything productive with my hands...well, almost. ;) 

Handiwork, handicraft, whichever it is though I assume both carry more or less the same definition, has never been my forte. Also, I have no patience for that kind of stuff and habitually shun it. I brought an empty tissue box as a makeshift jewelry box, an empty stapler box as a cigarette box and tissue as hankies. Yeah, I am that dull in the creative department.

Then boredom, as I said, kicked in. I hoped to find some sort of colored paper to make it look not like such an obvious tissue box but didn't find any. Ugly, white, boring foolscap paper had to do. When that was done, my box was a white fugly box. So, hoping to jazz it up a bit, I searched for some sort of glitter pen or at least a colored gel pen that I may have lying around. Nada. Had a fine tip blue whiteboard marker pen. Not exactly your preferred choice but it was good enough to draw stars on the box. It was a jewelry box, after all. Had to make it look sparkly-ish. And of course, I had to label it "JEWELS" as a personal in-joke of obviousness. This was the product of said handiwork attempt...

The so called treasures in the jewelry box. Notice my three abysmal police badges.

Once I was done with that, I must admit I was feeling rather proud of my handiwork achievement. I haven't done something like this in...well, many freaking years. So I thought of making something else my play needed but of which was missing; handcuffs. After many pathetic thoughts including one of stapling two long thin pieces of paper together as makeshift handcuffs, I noticed I had some paper cups left from the mini class party from the other day. 

This, I'm particularly proud of...

You people in handicraft organizations, don't fret...I'm not planning to join your handicraft societies and all. This is one of those once-in-a-blue-moon sort of thing...despite it being much more fun than I would have thought it to be.

Bang 4 Buck

Lasagna, Spaghetti Olio (I think), Chilled Salmon Pasta, Carbonara

I've fallen sick, yet again...mind you with more or less the same thing as before. I seem to fall sick quite often ever since I started working and it's no wonder too, with the minimal air circulation and having multiple (sick) kids cough into your face and all that. Sigh, I really must build up on my antibodies.

Still, I managed to have a last spontaneous dinner before I have to hold off for awhile. Su Lyn and I skipped to Italiannies where we tried their special 4 pastas for RM30 and although as you can see, their portions were quite tiny and only meant for two, the excessive talking helped put a little air in our tummies to not make us order more! Quite suitable for tiny eaters who want a variety of delicious pastas.

I recommend this to everyone who want Italian food and are on a budget. 

Puddles, the camwhore dog

How appropriate is it that we have a dog who shares a certain similarity with its owners!

All we need to do is point the camera at him, call out his name and he strikes up a pose for as long as it takes you to press that button.

Isn't he adorable here?

I confess

I saw it twice and bought the soundtrack.

Now it's looping in my head.

I never grow up, apparently. :|

Nando Nogo

Now Playing : "Everlong" - Foo Fighters

Ok, you know how much I love Nando's right? That I could eat their chicken all the time if my wallet and jeans size allowed. Heck, I probably would borrow money just so I could smack my lips at the tangy hotness of their garlic sauce.

Well that just sounded like porn. Never mind.

It's no secret (especially since I moan the fact all the time anyway) that the Malaysian service industry suck balls. I think I may have found the place where the creme de la creme of blur cases work--and it's unfortunately at my nearest Nando's.

*wails*

I went there to have a late-ish dinner with the family tonight. It was 9pm by the time we sat down and our stomachs were growling with hunger once we salivated over the menu while giving our orders.

The blur-case waiter kept returning to our table to reconfirm our orders, as if the reminder on the notepad he wrote our orders down on wasn't enough. Dei, what were you scribbling when you were taking our orders lah? Tic Tac Toe? 

Nevermind. Still can tahan.

9:25pm. Wahliao, damn freaking hungry already. The manager suddenly pops by our table and said the cook or waiter or possibly both got our orders wrong. So we were asked to wait another 10 minutes. In a little while, our starters, Ian's and my plate arrived. You'd expect that the rest of the family's orders would soon emerge after ours did, right? 

9:40pm. Halfway through my chicken only then did Mum and Fred's food arrive. As if the first mistake wasn't bad enough, they got Fred's order wrong. Wrong sauce. Good thing for his stomach and the Nando's staff, Fred tucked in anyway.

9:50pm. No sign of June's order. Unanimously agreeing they weren't out catching chickens to slaughter, we found out that they had forgotten hers. Grumbles of "bodoh" and cusses began to circulate our table. Miraculously, June still wanted her chicken! XD

Here's the biggest joke; once her food came, THEY GOT HER ORDER WRONG!!!!!!!!

Eh hello, the cook having an off day or what? 

Never mind the fact that when we pointed out they got the order wrong, in two seconds flat the correct order was plopped onto our table. By then, we were all quite understandably pissed and in cahoots to eat as slowly as we can so the staff had no choice but to stay at work late. We were the last customers there...after all, with all the blur-cases messing up our entire dinner, should they dare open their mouths and remind us they were closing soon, almost surely they would suffer the wrath of a thousand arrows.

And of course, I still had to pay the service charge. Wait lah you, the moment voluntary 

tipping becomes a practice in this country, mampus you.

That being said, I will never eat at Nando's in Atria Shopping Center ever again!!

Or at least until they change their blur staff.