I feel like I'm going round the mulberry bush here. Are these 'instructions' the first line of defence to weed out the insincere, and the ones who are incapable of following up on simple instructions ?
Maybe it is.
But regardless, sending you another email in the 3rd week of May and then following up again in the summer ?
I can do all of that.
Like I said, perseverence is key.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Xiao jie na wu mao lai.
This afternoon, the boyfriend and I decided to have wanton mee for lunch.
He's running for MP, so I let him place our orders and do his usual outrageous flirting with the auntie (he thrives on it).
The noodles cost $3 each, but he decided that we should have more veggies coz the government says it's good for us. So we added a $1 of veggie each.
The total came up to $8.40 - 20cents (each) additional for the plastic container.
Fair enough (no boo, you can't use it to deflect conversation and make me believe you're listening when you're not).
After handing over $8.40 to the auntie, he went off to buy something else, leaving me to collect the noodles.
Mid-way whilst packing, the auntie says to me, "xiao jie na wu mao lai.".
Me: *thinking she can't be talking to me, just ignores her*
Auntie: *persists in an irritated tone* xiao jie na wu mao lai!
Me: *stunned, and just hands over the money meekly, all the while wondering why*
Auntie: *doesn't offer any explanation. hands me my noodles and dismisses me*
Me: *walks off confused*
I spent most of lunch trying to figure out what the additional 50cents was for - but you know what, I can only conclude that I was cheated because I have absolutely not a clue what else I'd need to pay for.
So much for standing up for my rights, and not being 'cheated' - referring to the post before last on our cinema 'incident' with the chick who didn't have change.
Oh well.
Side note: Went to the Chinese sinseh today and got stabbed and jabbed all over. I'm aching so badly I don't think I'll ever walk again. :(
He's running for MP, so I let him place our orders and do his usual outrageous flirting with the auntie (he thrives on it).
The noodles cost $3 each, but he decided that we should have more veggies coz the government says it's good for us. So we added a $1 of veggie each.
The total came up to $8.40 - 20cents (each) additional for the plastic container.
Fair enough (no boo, you can't use it to deflect conversation and make me believe you're listening when you're not).
After handing over $8.40 to the auntie, he went off to buy something else, leaving me to collect the noodles.
Mid-way whilst packing, the auntie says to me, "xiao jie na wu mao lai.".
Me: *thinking she can't be talking to me, just ignores her*
Auntie: *persists in an irritated tone* xiao jie na wu mao lai!
Me: *stunned, and just hands over the money meekly, all the while wondering why*
Auntie: *doesn't offer any explanation. hands me my noodles and dismisses me*
Me: *walks off confused*
I spent most of lunch trying to figure out what the additional 50cents was for - but you know what, I can only conclude that I was cheated because I have absolutely not a clue what else I'd need to pay for.
So much for standing up for my rights, and not being 'cheated' - referring to the post before last on our cinema 'incident' with the chick who didn't have change.
Oh well.
Side note: Went to the Chinese sinseh today and got stabbed and jabbed all over. I'm aching so badly I don't think I'll ever walk again. :(
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The weekend.
The weekend got off to a rocky start on Friday evening when I (me, myself) decided that we (myself and him) were warring.
It ended in a hurtful truth session, where he went on a verbal rampage and spilled his guts. Each statement more cutting than the next.
But still, I'm glad he did what he did because at the end of the day, we're only human (both him and I) - with very real feelings.
I think this is the start of a new chapter :)
Side note: Sushi attempt 2 - failed.
It ended in a hurtful truth session, where he went on a verbal rampage and spilled his guts. Each statement more cutting than the next.
But still, I'm glad he did what he did because at the end of the day, we're only human (both him and I) - with very real feelings.
I think this is the start of a new chapter :)
Side note: Sushi attempt 2 - failed.
Monday, February 23, 2009
A sulk.
Yesterday, the boy and I (and by that I do mean 'us'. he's not whipped, he just enjoys his chick flicks. the same way he likes filing his nails.) caught He's Just Not That Into You.
Loved it !
And I teared (sobbed silently) - at this particular scene when Ben Affleck proposed to Jennifer Aniston. It was too sweet for words.
First he didn't want to get married because he didn't believe in the institution of marriage. He just wanted to be with her. But she wanted to get married, and so gave him an ultimatum.
They split up.
Her father got a stroke. He was there for her. And that's when she realised that despite it all, she did love him and all she really wanted, was just to be with him - married or not.
She told him so. And they got back together.
A day later - he proposes.
He said to her, (I can't remember word for word, but it went something along these lines) "I realised that the only way for me to even have a chance in hell of being happy, is for you to be happy. So will you marry me?" - I think I completely melted at this juncture. I can only say, I'm glad I was wearing waterproof mascara.
Anyway, coming back to the title of this entry - I had a sulk before the movie.
This is what happened.
The boyfriend had a package voucher he redeemed with his M1 points. The voucher entitles you to two movie tickets, and a $1 off a combo package.
We queued at the box office downstairs for about 20minutes, before reaching our turn. We then waited another 10minutes whilst the counter dude walkie-talkied with his colleague upstairs, trying to figure out how to process the order. He finally gave up and sent us upstairs.
So upstairs we went - via the elevator, not actual stairs (they don't have stairs at The Cathay, or not any that we bothered to find/climb). We queued up again at the counter upstairs for about 10minutes. Girl at the counter too couldn't figure out which buttons to press, so she called a colleague over to help.
After giving us our tickets, she sent us on our way but I said that I'd like to get the $1-off voucher - thinking that it'd be literally that, a voucher that we could then take to the popcorn counter to use, should we decide to do so later.
She couldn't figure it out, and had to call another colleague over to help.
After some fiddling of the buttons, they figured it out and asked us for $5.80. At this point, I hadn't decided if I wanted the popcorn combo and so I said (whilst she was still fiddling round with the buttons - not sure why since she already told us the price) "you know what, it's ok. I don't think I really want it.".
At this point, the boyfriend stepped in and said "it's ok, we'll take it".
To which I replied, "but you don't even want it. so why are you taking it?"
him: it's ok. let's just take it alright?
me: alright fine
him: *hands over $6*
me: *standing aside feeling annoyed for some reason*
counter girl: i'm sorry, i don't have change
him: *feels around in his pocket for change, doesn't find any*
him: you know what, it's ok. keep the change (20cents)
me: *feeling inreasingly annoyed*
us: *walks away from the counter with me building up to a full blown sulk*
him: *continues telling me some happy story about his army days, oblivious to the brewing storm*
me: *kinda ignoring him, whilst seething in my head and replaying the scene over and over in my mind, getting increasingly pissed off whilst doing so*
him: are you ok boo ?
me: *lashes out - this doesn't end till a good half hour later when i cool down after being placated with two cheese buns from BreadTalk*
I know it was only 20 cents, and I know he was just trying to be nice to the poor counter girl, fumbling with those stupid buttons.
But it just pissed the shit out of me.
Firstly, they're in the bloody retail business - it's their job to have change. How can you run a retail business and not have change - do you expect all your customers to tell you to keep the change ? Secondly, I didn't feel the least bit sympathetic towards her - we weren't mean or nasty. In fact, I was smiley and nice about the whole thing (up until I got pissed off) so why should I be obligated to buy something I don't really want, just to make her life a little easier - it's her god damn job.
In the past two years since I've started working in advertising, I've become increasingly unsympathetic towards people in the service/retail industry who don't seem to have a clue doing what they're (meant to be) doing (why companies don't instill proper training programmes is just beyond me, given that good service forms the foundation of their business and is what consumers would come back for).
So anyway, I sulked for about half an hour before finally coming to the conclusion that it wasn't so much the girl that I was mad at, but rather my job. How I seem to have to play babysitter to everyone, on top of doing my job. The blurred line between babysitting, and my actual job scope bothers me.
Bah.
A hug and a movie later - I was all smiles and bubbles again.
Loved it !
And I teared (sobbed silently) - at this particular scene when Ben Affleck proposed to Jennifer Aniston. It was too sweet for words.
First he didn't want to get married because he didn't believe in the institution of marriage. He just wanted to be with her. But she wanted to get married, and so gave him an ultimatum.
They split up.
Her father got a stroke. He was there for her. And that's when she realised that despite it all, she did love him and all she really wanted, was just to be with him - married or not.
She told him so. And they got back together.
A day later - he proposes.
He said to her, (I can't remember word for word, but it went something along these lines) "I realised that the only way for me to even have a chance in hell of being happy, is for you to be happy. So will you marry me?" - I think I completely melted at this juncture. I can only say, I'm glad I was wearing waterproof mascara.
Anyway, coming back to the title of this entry - I had a sulk before the movie.
This is what happened.
The boyfriend had a package voucher he redeemed with his M1 points. The voucher entitles you to two movie tickets, and a $1 off a combo package.
We queued at the box office downstairs for about 20minutes, before reaching our turn. We then waited another 10minutes whilst the counter dude walkie-talkied with his colleague upstairs, trying to figure out how to process the order. He finally gave up and sent us upstairs.
So upstairs we went - via the elevator, not actual stairs (they don't have stairs at The Cathay, or not any that we bothered to find/climb). We queued up again at the counter upstairs for about 10minutes. Girl at the counter too couldn't figure out which buttons to press, so she called a colleague over to help.
After giving us our tickets, she sent us on our way but I said that I'd like to get the $1-off voucher - thinking that it'd be literally that, a voucher that we could then take to the popcorn counter to use, should we decide to do so later.
She couldn't figure it out, and had to call another colleague over to help.
After some fiddling of the buttons, they figured it out and asked us for $5.80. At this point, I hadn't decided if I wanted the popcorn combo and so I said (whilst she was still fiddling round with the buttons - not sure why since she already told us the price) "you know what, it's ok. I don't think I really want it.".
At this point, the boyfriend stepped in and said "it's ok, we'll take it".
To which I replied, "but you don't even want it. so why are you taking it?"
him: it's ok. let's just take it alright?
me: alright fine
him: *hands over $6*
me: *standing aside feeling annoyed for some reason*
counter girl: i'm sorry, i don't have change
him: *feels around in his pocket for change, doesn't find any*
him: you know what, it's ok. keep the change (20cents)
me: *feeling inreasingly annoyed*
us: *walks away from the counter with me building up to a full blown sulk*
him: *continues telling me some happy story about his army days, oblivious to the brewing storm*
me: *kinda ignoring him, whilst seething in my head and replaying the scene over and over in my mind, getting increasingly pissed off whilst doing so*
him: are you ok boo ?
me: *lashes out - this doesn't end till a good half hour later when i cool down after being placated with two cheese buns from BreadTalk*
I know it was only 20 cents, and I know he was just trying to be nice to the poor counter girl, fumbling with those stupid buttons.
But it just pissed the shit out of me.
Firstly, they're in the bloody retail business - it's their job to have change. How can you run a retail business and not have change - do you expect all your customers to tell you to keep the change ? Secondly, I didn't feel the least bit sympathetic towards her - we weren't mean or nasty. In fact, I was smiley and nice about the whole thing (up until I got pissed off) so why should I be obligated to buy something I don't really want, just to make her life a little easier - it's her god damn job.
In the past two years since I've started working in advertising, I've become increasingly unsympathetic towards people in the service/retail industry who don't seem to have a clue doing what they're (meant to be) doing (why companies don't instill proper training programmes is just beyond me, given that good service forms the foundation of their business and is what consumers would come back for).
So anyway, I sulked for about half an hour before finally coming to the conclusion that it wasn't so much the girl that I was mad at, but rather my job. How I seem to have to play babysitter to everyone, on top of doing my job. The blurred line between babysitting, and my actual job scope bothers me.
Bah.
A hug and a movie later - I was all smiles and bubbles again.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Moody.
It's been awhile since I last wrote.
I'm feeling a little moody tonight, but not in an overwhelming way - just something in between.
I hate feeling this way. It's awful.
And I hate feeling needy.
I'm feeling a little moody tonight, but not in an overwhelming way - just something in between.
I hate feeling this way. It's awful.
And I hate feeling needy.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I will never stick my hand in a tissue box again.
I stuck my hand in a box of tissues earlier (you know how when the tissues have almost run out, you have to put your hand in to pull the pieces out) and felt something kinda solid along with my tissue.
I took one loook at it and dropped it on the floor.
It was a lizard.
A lizard !?!
They terrify the shit out of me, and sit high on my most-feared icky-creatures list - second only to rodents of the furry variety (rats, mice, hamsters, chinchillas and rabbits).
*shudders*
I took one loook at it and dropped it on the floor.
It was a lizard.
A lizard !?!
They terrify the shit out of me, and sit high on my most-feared icky-creatures list - second only to rodents of the furry variety (rats, mice, hamsters, chinchillas and rabbits).
*shudders*
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Bored Games.
The boyfriend and I engaged in a friendly (or just slightly competitive) bout of 'bored' (his term - see, I give credit where credit's due) games tonight, which ended in a draw.
We played four games in total:
1. Jenga (he won)
2. Othello (I won)
3. Connect 4 (I won)
4. Jewel Quest (he won)
Jenga started with a little bit of friendly ribbing - him trying to blow over the tower when it was my turn, and me trying to nudge him when it was his - but I concede that he earned his victory fair and square.
The claws started to come out in Othello. I still don't understand how he acquired that first corner, and I'm certain it was captured under dodgy circumstances (like when my back was turned or something) because one moment I was happy that he had put the piece in that spot, and the next thing I knew - he had the first corner ! Still, good (me, white) rightly triumphed in the end. A classic Disney tale of good trumping the bad (him, black). So I won, despite his underhand ways.
We moved on to Connect 4. And being the sore loser that he is, negated my gloating by putting on an air of indifference, dismissing the game as insignificant because he doesn't usually play it to begin with. I know right, how low can you go !
Finally, having run out of physical games we moved on to Jewel Quest on Yahoo games. In a bid to ensure that he won this one (or risk losing in the overall challenge of the 'Bored' games to me - and me holding it over him for ages to come), cunningly refused to divulge the rules of engagement. He won partly through cunning and partly through a fluke - because his board allowed for more consecutive jewel blasts than mine. Or so I say.
But in spite of his lack of healthy competitive spirit - all the cheating...tsk tsk - it was a good night and a nice way to spend the first weekend in the new year.
Welcome 2009. I foresee many great things ahead this year :)
PS: You know I'm only kidding boo!
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