Entries for November, 2007
November 1, 2007
Being Fatalistic
Posted by eirene83 at 08:51 AM on November 1, 2007 in Thoughts.
I used to love Anne Of Green Gables as a kid, and if I remember correctly, one of the side characters used to leave things up to God. Whenever anything happened, she would just go to the Bible, flip through and interpret whichever passage her eyes fell on.
Talk about really leaving things in God's hands! I suppose we can always find whatever meaning we want in anything; like how when you first fall in love, every song on the radio is a love song that fits your situation so perfectly... Or how articles in the paper correspond with whatever inner thoughts you have... It's like being fatalistic. Inaction; passive acceptance; accepting things as meant to be... It was all fated...
I guess in a way, it's rather liberating. You free yourself of any choice and whatever happens... Why, well then, it must have been fated! And if we don't like how things turn out, we can conveniently blame it on God, since after all, we didn't decide anything, did we?
So if you're facing problems in your relationship, and every song on the radio playing is about breaking up, how it's for the better and how it's too late for sorrys... Was it meant to be? 
November 2, 2007
Now And Then
Posted by eirene83 at 09:04 AM on November 2, 2007.
Now thinking back to when I was still studying, I used to complain about how working people had it better. They had proper defined working times, bar needing to OT and they generally had weekends off. Whereas for studying, anytime I was awake was a studying time and there was no such thing as "OFF" until the exams were over.
And after the exams, before I got a job... I thought being a student was better since once I started working, there would be no such thing as 3 weeks/months long holidays anymore and all I could hope for was a really long weekend or a kind boss allowing me to take leave. So I was really rather kicking and screaming at having to work.
Then of course, once I got a job and started work, it was okay... Routine, really. There was that schedule that was so like being back in secondary school. But still, I was so reluctant every day. The nights weren't long enough to do anything and the weekends were too short.
So really, the grass is always greener on the other side. But still, when I had to take leave to study for my resits, I was so lazy at the thought of schedule-less days and studying every time I was awake, but I also enjoyed the idea that I didn't need to wake up at 6.30am everyday as long as I put in enough hours of studying... Ah well, there's always pros and cons to every issue! Hehehehe
November 4, 2007
Where Are You From?
Posted by eirene83 at 02:21 AM on November 4, 2007.
One question I found posed to me a lot since I started working is: Where are you from?
Well, I mean... I got that too during college and university, especially during Sheffield time. I guess it makes sense to ask since it's quite common to get outstation students so it'd be nice to ask around and see if you can house with classmates or something. Or just find out where that international student is from.
But somehow, I don't quite get why my colleagues would ask me that. Well, I suppose they're just being friendly and seeing whether I'm local or not... But it's just not something that I really bother about either way.
Or is that just me being too passive?
Being A Kid In A Toystore
Posted by eirene83 at 02:43 AM on November 4, 2007.
Waiting in line impatiently at the toy department in Jusco, I saw this little boy clutching a Gundam model under his arm protectively and holding on some RM80. The cashier had to void a really long bill and redoing it and so the queue was getting longer and tempers getting shorter. The boy kept darting glances at his mother and looking extremely nervous while the mother looked more and more impatient.
Which then reminded me of my days as a kid and when my parents would bring me to Toys 'R Us... (Yes, those days were long ago when the only Toys 'R Us was in Subang.) Those trips weren't very frequent, maybe about every 4 to 6 weeks, since my mom's sister lives in Subang. My parents would follow me round all the aisles patiently, while I examined all the treasures...
Then if I liked anything, my parents would looked at how much it cost and whether I really needed it and if it could wait till Christmas or my birthday. Usually, it was something that could wait. *pouts* But sometimes if I liked anything, I would pester and pester and pester and sometimes my parents gave in. This was a process that could take weeks! But once they gave in, they'd give me the money and wait outside for me.
Which was what the boy's expression reminded me of. I would be sooo incredibly nervous if the cashier took too long or there were too many people, because there was that chance my parents would get impatient and come in to tell me to leave and that they'd get it another time. Because it meant starting another round of pestering. Because my parents would usually forget about it or hope that I forget about it and by the next time to the store, their inclination to be generous would be over and I had to start the process of wearing them down again.
Abd looking at the boy's expression of excitement mixed with anxious darting glances at him really reminded me of those Toys 'R Us days... Lol, now I don't really find it all that amazing... Or maybe I've just grown up... Or maybe the Toys 'R Us at Mid Valley isn't as impressive as the one at Subang... Because when I was a kid, I remember I used to feel like the store was immense, and there was no end to it!
November 5, 2007
Household Tips
Posted by eirene83 at 09:08 AM on November 5, 2007.
I just got some new towels and so looked for tips to break them in. Don't you just hate how new towels repel water when you try to dry yourself and you're no better off than when you started?
According to WikiHow, you can increase absorbency by running new bath towels through 2 rinse cycles in the washing machine using white vinegar in the first cycle only. This can also help remove that musy smell from old towels!
Also, if washing new towels, if you add a cup of salt to the water, the salt will help set the colours so the towels won't fade as quickly. And if it's white towels? Add 1/4 cup lemon juice to the wash cycle and launder as usual in warm water to help brighten them!
I haven't tried the tips yet but I'll let you know! :D
November 6, 2007
Nightmare
Posted by eirene83 at 09:17 AM on November 6, 2007.
Ugh, had the worst nightmare ever... I dreamt that I was sitting in the exam hall writing down my name on the answer booklet and realising that I couldn't understand or remember any single thing about the topic... Hell!! T_T
Then I woke up and realised that it was a dream and that I had actually overslept the bloody exam! Oh my god! Then the lecturer was accusing me of slacking and not caring about my exams! How pissing off!! *grrrr*
Then I woke up and realised it was all a dream and that I still had a few hours to study before the paper started! *whew* Time to make sure the dream doesn't come true...
Then I woke up and realised I overslept my alarm clock and potentially going to be late for work.
-_-
Then I got to work and realised that despite it was 8.45am, I was still early and the doors were still locked.
-_-||
November 7, 2007
Someone's Watching Over Me
Posted by eirene83 at 10:13 AM on November 7, 2007 in Music - Songs & Lyrics.
I found myself today
Oh, I found myself and ran away
But something pulled me back
Voice of reason I forgot I had
All I know is you’re not here to say
What you always used to say
And it’s written in the sky tonight
So I won't give up
No, I wont break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong
Even if it all goes wrong
When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe
Someone’s watching over me
Seen that ray of light
And it's shining on my destiny
Shining all the time
And I won't be afraid
To follow everywhere its taking me
All I know is yesterday is gone
And right now I belong
To this moment
To my dreams
It doesn't matter what people say
And it doesn't matter how long it takes
Believe in yourself and you'll fly high
And it only matters how true you are
Be true to yourself
And follow your heart
'Twas The Day Before...
Posted by eirene83 at 11:21 AM on November 7, 2007.
Deepavali, or rather Diwali as some people are starting to call it...
When all through the office, there were only left 4 females working.
One of the clerk is already on leave, the despatch boy left, Lady boss dropped by (in jeans!!) and left within 10 minutes, it doesn't seem like the boss is coming in... And there's only myself, my senior, the PA and the other clerk working...
And even the other clerk is on half-day leave...
Why am I here????
November 9, 2007
For You
Posted by eirene83 at 11:31 AM on November 9, 2007 in Personal.
Hey...
It's already been a year, hasn't it... How have you been? Good? Me, I'm still okay... Got a job and all that boring stuff. Nothing I think you'd be interested in hearing about anyway.
Not that you care, but I still wonder why you did what you did. I really do want to ask, but I get that sneaky feeling that you wouldn't really answer it anyway so I don't fancy setting myself up for that awkwardness.
I heard things didn't work out so great for you; not that I'm rubbing it in your face... I'm really sorry it didn't work out... Anyway, you got through everything and it seems like you're enjoying yourself, so I won't keep you for too long. If you're even reading this...
Just wanna say I wish you well and hope that you go on getting the things that you want... And to say that I'm alright, if you were curious to know. That's all really.
Ciao! Take care!
November 12, 2007
Away From Home
Posted by eirene83 at 10:32 AM on November 12, 2007.
There's a certain enjoyment to be found in taking a break away from things and not feeling the need to have to do something which while not entirely urgent, would be nice if someone did it.
Not that I did anything of that sort what with the whole city pretty much gridlocked but still, it was good to just sit in my room and ignore everything else going on and to later go out for a good dinner with the prospect of having a drink later on with a friend.
Well, inasmuch as I really don't go out all that much and I drag my feet reluctantly going to meet someone, all that disappears the moment I sit down and dig into conversation with a person...
But in the end, there's nothing quite like getting in the car and heading for home, with my nice comfy bed waiting for me. 
Posted by eirene83 at 10:49 AM on November 12, 2007.
Though of course, everything that I postponed and pushed away has to be done eventually; all the laundry and vacumming and mopping and clearing...
Lol, well it's not like I can run away from it forever...
And besides, there's something nice about getting things tidied and having a nice hot shower after all that. Though it would be nicer to sink into bed without having to know that I would have to go back to work the next day.
Uniformity
Posted by eirene83 at 05:13 PM on November 12, 2007.
My dress and colour sense has been reduced to that of a male student going for a formal gathering. Because that's pretty much all my boss will allow in his office.
The last time I wore this gray knee length skirt and 3/4 length sleeve collared shirt which was reddish stripes, I got 'told off' for not being dressed properly for office work. Despite the fact that when riding the Monorail, that's what most of the female office workers seem to be wearing.
And if anyone gives me that line, "But Miche, you're in a legal firm... Maybe you have different rules...", well yes... But the other time I was in another legal firm, I recognised a girl from CLP and she was wearing this short-sleeved V-neck shirt... Not to mention when in court, I see not too few people in baju kurungs... Which incidentally, isn't allowed in my office either.
So yeah, my wadrobe has been reduced to black slacks or knee or long skirts with plain collared shirts, ideally in black and white, since that's what they wear in court... Even if I'm not going to court, dammit. I don't see the sense in dressing for court when I'm not even going for court and dammit, if the clients don't think I'm dressed professionally when dammit, I'm clearly dressed for office work... Well, dammit... What is so wrong about colours???... As long as they're subdued and muted right and I'm not indecently or exposed...
Dammit.
November 13, 2007
My Ideal Guy
Posted by eirene83 at 12:11 PM on November 13, 2007 in Thoughts, Personal.
Haven't we all done quizzes like that in all the forms it comes in, almost ad nauseam? What sort of qualities do we seek in another person. What sort of magical combination would it be to make a person ideal for us...
And usually, it's predictable, if not politically correct. Things like funny, understanding, good-looking, laughs at their lames jokes (I have gotten this before from 3 different guys... Do most guys really think they make lame jokes?), someone who shares their interest, whom they can talk to... etc etc etc. And it doesn't vary all that much between guys and females.
So yeah, we all look for someone funny and understanding, whom we can talk to and shares similiar point of views and interests and thinks our lamest jokes are genuinely funny... After all, that is what makes it fun to talk to them...
But the thing is, I have sort of realised it's one thing to look for someone I can talk to... But more importantly, I think a better thing to look for would be someone I can be silent with. We can talk all we want but eventually even the most talkative chatter-box has to shut up. And I think that's the best test of compatibility. How comfortable and how much do you enjoy silence in another's company.
I suppose it's just really painful if you can all talk nineteen to the dozen but whenever a silence descends, it's awkward and you try to cover it with conversation again. I don't see much in common between my parents nevertheless they still do talk... Not mundane stuff like food or grocery or examination papers. I suppose they don't see a need to fill each other in on every single thing that happened in their day. But they do talk. Just not all the time.
There's a thin line between apathy and choosing to be quiet and not feeling the need to talk. I hope that when I do eventually marry (Yes, dammit... I intend to get married! *bleuks*) that it'll be with someone who can carry on a conversation with me but understands that when I'm quiet, it doesn't mean I'm upset or indifferent. Just that I feel comfortable and secure enough in their presence to not feel the need to share.
November 14, 2007
Another Monorail Post
Posted by eirene83 at 05:47 PM on November 14, 2007.
One thing you noticed about commuting is how most of them have this unfocused glazed look in their eyes. They'll probably have some earphones stuffed tightly into their ears and gaze at this point just somewhere beyond your shoulders... Occasionally, you get those who come in with their friends and fill the air with rather loud, excited chatter. (Not that I hate it... But I do wonder where they get all that energy from so early in the morning...)
Sometimes you have those people who gaze blankly but snap out of it every few stops to look around... And above all that, all the commuters blank gazes and not, will do that little shuffling dance whenever we stop at the typically crowded stations (ie, Hang Tuah)... It's where the doors open and that 'pleasant' voice chimes in asking you to kindly move to the centre to make more space. Then you get the shuffling dance. They'll shuffle their foot, move their bags or papers... and you find that they haven't yielded an inch of space.
Which is why the area towards the entry/exit doors are always crowded since most refuse to budge from their spot in the centre to squeeze together closer. (Me, I usually try to get a seat on the opposite side of the entry/exit doors close to the driver's cab. No squeeze there )
But still, what with all those blank gazes, I wonder if they see the sights outside. Like that break in buildings between Imbi and Bukit Bintang yesterday where there was a stretch of cloudy sky but with rays of light where the sun was hidden. I could actually see distinct columns of light and even if it wasn't breath-taking, there was something so nice about it.
So, do you look out the windows?
November 15, 2007
SMART Tunnel Still Closed?
Posted by eirene83 at 08:51 AM on November 15, 2007.
3 nights ago, it rained so heavily that they put the SMART tunnel into action. Wahey, I thought. Whaddyaknow... It actually came in useful! So I got stuck in the jam like the rest of KL but still, it's good to know that that RM4 I pay daily is actually put into good use. And if the SMART tunnel was closed the next morning, what of it? Maybe they were cleaning it. So maybe I was nearly late to court but still it meant that they actually did maintain the tunnel.
And if it was still closed later that evening... Well, it did rain heavily in the afternoon that day, didn't it, on the way to the Shah Alam High Court... So maybe they put it into action again... Jolly frequent use for the tunnel and makes all that toll worth paying.
And yesterday morning on the radio, "The SMART tunnel will remain closed until further notice."
Okaaayyy... So what's been really going on then? Breakdown? Malfunction? Leakage? Why's it been closed for 2 days now? It's expensive but that stretch of road it covers is the best route back for me, aside from taking the Monorail... I wonder if it's really that whole Malaysian joke of we know how to build things but not maintain it coming into action...
Edit:
Hmm, the last I heard, Monorail SMART Tunnel (silly me... Dieting has gotten to my brains! Thanks Nick) has just reopened both ways this morning so it's back in use again. Hmm, I'm surprised they didn't close it since as I recall, it rained quite heavily last night... Or maybe there wasn't a danger of flooding so they didn't see the need to close it.
My Office: The Artic
Posted by eirene83 at 04:00 PM on November 15, 2007.
Actually, my room in the office, specifically. I'm situated directly under the air-con vent and usually it's a bit chilly at best. Today, it was raining heavily so I decided to dress in all-black (since black is supposed to absorb heat right) so I would be a bit warmer. I forgot to bring my jacket along though...
Anyway, sitting in my room... It was so cold I actually starting shivering and going anywhere else in the office like my senior's room? Wow, it was actually warm there! My room was so cold that I could stand in the doorway and feel the cold draft! It was so bad I was contemplating asking my ex-boyfriend if I could have back the mini-heater I left with him! Drastic, I know... but that's really how cold it was.
In the end, I settled for a more sane approach. I asked the despatch guy to help me close half the vent so it didn't blow straight down. Hehehe, now my room feels the same temperature as the rest of the office which means that I can work without my fingers going blue! Hehehehe
November 16, 2007
Chocolate Orange Cheesecake
Posted by eirene83 at 09:44 AM on November 16, 2007 in Recipes.
Ingredients:
500g cream cheese
80g sugar
2 egg yolks
60ml yoghurt/sour cream
30ml orange juice
Zest from 1 orange
2 egg whites
80g chocolate chips
- Beat the cream cheese with sugar until fluffy. Add in the yolks and blend.
- Stir in the yoghurt, orange juice and zest and combine.
- Beat the egg whites until you achieve stiff peaks and stir a dollop into the cheese batter to lighten it. Fold in the remaining egg whites gently.
- Melt chocolate chips. Remove 2 cups batter and mix with the melted chocolate.
- Spoon batter into a greased pan and spoon in dollops of the chocolate batter and swirl.
- Bake fot 200oC for 15 minutes, reduce temperature to 160oC and bake for 45 minutes.
I was feeling bored so I decided to bake the cheesecake in a Bundt pan... (Since I hadn't broken mine in yet! ) There was a slight risk since there was no way I could line the pan but I figured it would be okay... And it was... Well, I did have to pry it a bit with a plastic knife but I reckon if I had removed it immediately from the oven, it should have slipped out with ease.
I also wanted to make a chocolate glaze for it but I ran out of cooking chocolate and the shop I always go to in my area had moved to Jalan Sultan... So no chocolate glaze. Nevertheless the cheesecake was still good for it. Glaze would have added the finishing touch to it, since I think the zest made it a bit bitter.
The marbling looked great in the pan but a cross-section of it reveals that it leaves a little to be desired... Anyway, I'll try baking this sometime again... conventional cheesecake-style this time... and see how that turns out. (Oh, and maybe use OJ without the pulp! )
November 19, 2007
Wotta Weekend
Posted by eirene83 at 10:12 AM on November 19, 2007.
After pulling OT at the office rushing a submission for Court, all I really wanted to do over the weekend was get my laundry done (Yeah, stupid I know... but I need clean work clothes, dammit ) and rest... And maybe get more work clothes. (Shaddup about being female and needing to shop. I'm in a strict firm. I need uniforms!)
So after dinner and a disrupted game of Monopoly, I crawled into bed...
And woke up the next morning running for the toilet with a really urgent need to throw up.
No, dammit, I'm not pregnant. Not unless pregnancy somehow also gives you diarrhoea.
T_T
Spent weekend curled in bed. Skipped gym and lost most of my appetite.
On the bright side... This is helping me lose weight.
T_T
Knowledge
Posted by eirene83 at 10:13 AM on November 19, 2007.
There was one Parents-Teacher Day back in high school when my teacher told my dad I did horribly for projects... Which he didn't even know existed. And from there started that constant refrain that I always refused to ask people for help. It wasn't because I was proud, oh no, far from it. Rather, I always wanted to try it for myself and see if I could do it on my own. (Of course, usually the answer turned out to be no far too late to ask for anyone's help.)
Now at my office, I realised I still shy away from asking for help. Not because I'm proud again or anything... But because I don't know too much and have no idea where to start. It's just like I have no idea what to ask first and what's important and what's not... And well, most of them are too busy too really spend much time teaching other than the basics.
So yeah, I don't mind asking... I don't mind people thinking I'm dumb for not knowing something apparently so simple and common that everyone should know. (And besides, usually that's not even the case...) I rather pretend to be dumb and ask and maybe find out more. After all, what do I lose? People think I'm stupid? So maybe I lose a little face but far better than doing something, coming back and finding out that it could have been done much better had I only asked. But just well, where do I start?
All knowledge is worth having
~Anafiel Delaunay, Kushiel's Dart
Jacqueline Carey
November 20, 2007
What Is Romance?
Posted by eirene83 at 09:50 AM on November 20, 2007.
What is romance? Can we buy it? Is money essential to it? Wining and dining; roses and candles; expensive presents and the colour red all round on Valentine's day? I know a friend of mine who is planning a lavish Valentine celebration for next year and thinks every cent of it well-spent because it'll be romantic.
For me, I'm not quite sold on the idea of romance. Watching the sun go down? Nice... but romantic? Not for me... A bouquet of red red roses? Pretty... But I never did quite appreciate flowers anyway. What am I suppose to do with it after appreciating it? Valentine's day? Never did quite celebrate it anyway... Besides, what's so nice about being reminded to celebrate romance with the rest of the world?
To quote another person... I want spontaneity; random things that takes extra effort and are just so silly. To me, that's romance... and that's love. Like bending yourself over backwards, running around town trying to prepare a surprise birthday when he thinks you went to get a book. Like waking up early in the morning and surprising them at the airport. Like cooking them the things they like to eat when they feeling angry. Just doing things because you want to and not just because it's convenient.
How do you define romance? I like long quiet talks in the car, but I've been told that's more intimate than romantic. I like candlelit baths but apparently that's intimate too... So what exactly means romance and romance alone? The Taj Mahal, now that's romance... but it's also expensive...
So can't you have romance without the money part of it?
Plagiarism
Posted by eirene83 at 09:51 AM on November 20, 2007 in Personal.
A lot of my posts are inspired by what I read on other people's blogs and what I thought about it. I wonder if that counts as plagiarism.
As far as I know, plagiarism is taking someone's work and passing it off as your own... But to what extent? Direct copy-and-pasting? Or taking certain excerpts without crediting it? Or taking the main idea of it and rewording it? As a student back in University, we were all terrified of being accused of plagiarism since they were really strict about that so we made sure to always quote sources and give credit where credit was due.
But in a way, is there really any originality in this world? I feel like it's all just one idea being twisted so that you see it from a fresh new angle (or not ) or just so that others can see it as you see it. Is that what creativity is? Giving things a new twist of life that others didn't think of before?
So I'll admit here and now: Some of my posts came about while reading another blog/article and being struck by a thought and I usually do refer back to that post when writing mine. But I suppose you could call it remixed... So it's not direct copy-and-pasting... But still, I didn't come up the idea all by my silly self.
Dreams
Posted by eirene83 at 10:01 AM on November 20, 2007 in Thoughts.
I was just on the phone with a friend in Singapore when the conversation went round to finding the perfect partner.
See, my belief is that there is no point in finding The Perfect One. Because more often than not, The Perfect One isn't the perfect one for you; The Perfect One being well, perfect. He/she is just so smart, funny, friendly, always easy-going, doesn't get annoyed, your friends love her/him, your parents adore him/her... You could just go on and on... But well, personally... I don't quite like perfection. Because I'm not perfect myself.
In a way, dating The Perfect One would be rather stressful, I think since I would endlessly be comparing myself and coming up short. I rather have someone human. A messy person, who likes lying in bed but can understand that at times I need things to be neat. Who argues back with me. So yeah, that's the perfect one for me. Not The Perfect One at any rate.
So yeah, sometimes your dream person isn't the right one for you. Take Tristan Thorn in 'Stardust'... Or even his father, Dunstan. The book opened showing you the difference between their Heart's Desire and the person they were wooing. Sometimes, when you term someone your dream person, well... You may have been attracted to them but dating them would be a different story altogether!
Our dreams should stay as dreams because crossing the boundary between fantasy and reality... Your dreams could turn out to be nothing more than "a pitted lump of metallic rock" (Quote taken from Stardust). Sometimes, dating a person you've always dreamed of and were attracted to... It's incredible at first... but sometimes, it could just very well turn out to be a nightmare.
November 21, 2007
Tight Ass
Posted by eirene83 at 09:43 AM on November 21, 2007.
No, I'm not talking about some stingy person... Rather, just this guy I saw who got down at the same station as me earlier and headed in the same direction.
No, I wasn't checking out his ass... Not by choice anyway.
See, the whole reason why I even noticed him in the first place was because his trousers were so abso-freakingly tight that he was walking like he has something up his ass. Really! Or maybe that's the way he walks naturally. Well, strut, to be precise. Or maybe his trousers were tight because he likes to strut and make people look at him. (Well, he was certainly checking to see if I was looking back )
Yuck. Not to mention, maybe because of his "big" 'head' *snicker*, his ultra tight pants ended about an inch or so above his ankles.
Double yuck.
Hehehehe
November 23, 2007
The Early Bird Gets The Worm
Posted by eirene83 at 03:26 PM on November 23, 2007.
It's a good feeling waking up early and getting things done, and all before noon. Even though I would love to sleep in, still there's a nice feeling to know I've got things covered for the day and going off for lunch... At 12!
Usually, I'm only out of the house at 2, sometimes even 3... And of course, leaving that late only means I'll be back even later or having to cut short my plans... And heck, if I'm sleepy, I can always just take a nap right?
:D
November 26, 2007
Typhoon Warning Level 8
Posted by eirene83 at 09:37 AM on November 26, 2007.
I never did mention. When I was in Hong Kong a few months back for a short break, most of my plans were well,... drowned under a shower of rain. Because the day after I landed, I must have brought the clouds along with me because not too long later, all the shops closed early due to the typhoon warning at the level of 8. Totally unexpected.
Of course, the day I was supposed to leave? It came out all bright and sunny.
Sometimes, I kind of feel that's how my life is lately. Just showers of rain and thunderstorms, all unexpected.
November 27, 2007
November Rains
Posted by eirene83 at 09:44 AM on November 27, 2007 in Personal.
I'm really starting to hate November. It's not as though all the bad stuff that's ever happened to me happened in November... But frankly, enough of it and of a huge enough magniture occured in that month...
I probably shouldn't generalise... I'm sure some good stuff has happened before as well in November... but being human, we tend to only remember the bad stuff and generalise it.
Anyhow... I still don't like November... It's not as though it's something I can change. All those stuff that has ever happened before were beyond my control.
Dammit, why me?
Meme again...
Posted by eirene83 at 09:44 AM on November 27, 2007 in Fun stuff.
Nicholas is pure evil... He had to go and tag me!! Nuuu... But I'll go ahead and do it anyway, lol...
The Rules:
- Link to your tagger and post these rules.
- List eight (8) random facts about yourself.
- Tag eight people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).
- Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.
- I'm extremely anti-social.
I know not too few people who think I'm actually really friendly but honestly, I've hid and not say hi to friends I come across in shopping malls. (No, not you guys reading it... It's more people I met in the gym and such. Don't worry, I still love you guys.) But when I do go out, I love catching up with friends.
- Who I am today is all probably due to the fact my family is similiarly open-minded and apathetic about things.
I mean, yeah I do feel something when I read the news but aside from that, I'm generally untouched by it. It's not because I think those are the statistics and I won't be one of them but more of, hey, these are facts. Getting all emotional won't change things.
- I love chocolate but I never ever consider white chocolate chocolate.
I don't care what you say. To me, the best way of eating chocolate is having it dark but sometimes I'll take milk chocolate too, in a pinch. I do also occasionally, once in a very blue moon, eat white chocolate... But I don't consider it as chocolate. To call it chocolate is a sacrilege to the beautiful cocoa beans from which we get all sorts of culinary wonders, namely dark chocolate and brownies. :D
- I can apparently talk in my sleep.
Not too few people have carried on conversations with me giving rational answers only for me to stare blankly at them the next day when they remind me of it. Since I have no recollection at all of what I said, much less the fact there even was a conversation.
- I love dried fruits.
As a kid and even now, I adore dried fruits. Especially dried guava, coconut, mango, apricots and apple. I love dried apples. My brother bought them as a student in Australia, and so far I haven't been able to find them again. I could munch the entire pack as a snack. But I draw the line at fruits like dried kiwi, pineapple and strawberry only because I can't taste anything but sugar.
- I have 5 bottles of perfume currently... And the only reason why it's not more is because I keep telling myself to finish one bottle first before buying another. Especially if the intended purchase is going to be an expensive one; something like SJP's Lovely or Covet. I used to have a signature perfume, but now I have several distinctive favourites that smells gorgeous but not many people have.
- Coffee can't keep me awake.
In fact, coffee makes me sleepy. Actually, what really happens is that I drink it, get hyper and dizzy for a short while, and then either get a headache or get sleepy. And only when it's hot coffee. The Western kind. There's nothing like that when I drink iced, frappes or our good 'ol kopitiam coffee. The one coffee that could make me not sleep at night was the ginseng coffee... Oh and expresso. But then, I don't drink expresso often.
- I want someone who can love me for who I am. And who is in tune with my family. And who makes me feel like I've come home. And it should hold true for him as well.
Tagged:
Steph
Eng
Mae
Charlotte
Shaun
Shih Ying
RJ
Maggie
Toys
Posted by eirene83 at 09:45 AM on November 27, 2007.
I want more toys for Christmas!! No, not the type you get from Toys 'R Us... but rather, I'm more referring to handy kitchen helpers... No, I'm not referring to elves either!
Hehehe, actually I've been browsing around and I'm getting really excited at the thought of getting a bread machine! I mean, how cool would it be? I've been wanting to make cinnamon rolls and sweet breads, focaccia and pizza for ages, but I'm restricted to that dratted fickle sun being out (On weekends! I'm limited for time enough on weekdays as it is). Unless I use that trick other bakers do with warming up their ovens, switching it off and leaving the bread to proof...
But even then, I have to deal with the kneading bit. Not that I don't like it, but it's rather hard to find a clean flat relatively wide enough surface in the house. Unless you like your bread kneaded on the floor. (Which was what I did with my focaccia. Just kidding , just kidding! I kneaded it in a bowl on the floor... Not much of a kneading, as you can guess. )
If I get a bread machine, they could handle the dough bit and then I could take over with stuffing and shaping it and chucking it in the oven... Ooohhh, anyone loves me enough to contribute to my bread machine fund? I don't need a really fancy one. Even a basic one will do, as long as it serves my need of dough function and sometimes baking it. (I heard there's this one with a timer so you can chuck in the ingredients and set it to bake just in time for breakfast.) Sigh... How cool is that?
November 29, 2007
Fruits, Anyone?
Posted by eirene83 at 03:18 PM on November 29, 2007.
There's a girl in the office, the boss' PA, who always buys fruits after lunch. Usually 2 or 3 different types and it's almost like she has to have fruit. But those packets of fruit last from lunchtime till leaving time. But she did once mention that she doesn't eat any fruit at home. (She's from Sarawak.)
Today after lunch, we were on the way to the fruit stall when another intern commented, "Michelle's becoming a good girl. She's starting to eat fruits, like you, Jenny (the PA)."
At that moment, I almost smirked and had to turn away to smother a laugh. They have absolutely no idea...
*smirk*
November 30, 2007
I Can't Afford Love
Posted by eirene83 at 09:15 AM on November 30, 2007 in Thoughts.
There was a few things on my mind this morning on the way to work; on different levels I was thinking about this email forward of a small boy saving money to buy an hour of his father's time, just so they could have dinner together, Nicholas' comment about wanting to be in love, my needing to save money and several other things; and suddenly this thought just popped into my head:
"I can't afford love."
For a second, I was taken aback. Why would I think something like that? Then I realised, it was actually a line from Piers Antony's Incarnations of Immortality, On A Pale Horse. But it was so matching to my various thoughts which was why it suddenly came to my mind.
There's absolutely nothing wrong with being in love, just that well... I can't afford it. Sure, being in love shouldn't and doesn't require any money (The proverbial living on bread and water), doesn't demand expensive gifts and vacation overseas (Gold-digger, anyone?) and there definitely isn't any deposit required... (Or is there?)
But really, I can't afford love. Not now, anyway. Love is too fickle, too reckless. You end up hurt and sad and heartbroken; you can't eat, can't sleep, can't work. And that's not something I can afford right now. Right now is when I need to focus on my career, slog as much as possible. I have to do overtime nearly every other day... What time can I spare to love, to romance? Love takes too much. And I can't afford that.
Alcohol Is Our Friend
Posted by eirene83 at 06:43 PM on November 30, 2007.
Aaaahhhh, food is good. Alcohol is even better.
It's been such a long time since I've had sangria and today I shared a jug with my mom. Not enough to make me drunk but enough to make me happy happy. No wonder they call it Happy Hour! I like sangria. Red wine is good, red wine with fruits and chilled is even better! Yummy! (Sponsor me sangria, anyone? )
Spanish food and wine... Baklava and turkish delight to follow... And a cuppa hot tea and cake to finish it all off with.
I know it's fattening... but this is the life! Good food with loved ones, helped along with alcohol... Hehehehe
(Did I also mention I love payday? )