I must admit that growing up, I was an uber tv addict. I could watch tv while eating, while doing my homework…and even on the phone. These days…I could even use my laptop in front of the tv.
And when it comes to movie, I’m a self confessed movie junkie. Whether is it action, thriller, mystery or chick flick…I would never miss a hollywood blockbuster. Oh wait, I don’t watch horror movies anymore…not since the ring and the stupid Texas Chainsaw massacre I caught in Aussie. Now my new motto in catching a movie is…I will not spend money to scare myself shite!
So anyway since teen, catching a movie was almost an every weekend to-do. I would catch midnight shows or sneak previews. I collected all my movie tabs then, for memorial sake. Looking at the tabs make me remember who it was with and when. Although some of them faded with time (those printed using lousy ink), some thrown away by my mum…some…was lost when I shifted house.
I realized that I love the movies because it was some sort of escape for me…….I would be drawn into the plot and seemingly part of the story. I love the fact that for 2 hours, I don’t have to be me. I could be someone else….or simply…somewhere else…..
I’m the sort who’d get really engrossed and even cry when I feel for the characters or during a certain scene. I am not an
emo elmo for nothing yar.. ..
Anyway, the most recent movie I caught with OML was Transformers. I actually liked it and looked forward to watching it. I remember as a kid I used to watch their cartoons and play with the toys my cousins owned. I didn’t exactly grew up with girls per se….I grew up playing video games (tho I suck very much at it), watching wrestling, basketball…yes…basketball(it was quite a craze back then) and eventually soccer…
I still had my fair share of Barbie dolls and playing
masak masak though I still hang arnd a lot with my cousins doing stupid staffs…Luckily for OML…I didn’t grow up too
tomboy-ish or even ending up being a les…LOL.
Anyway Transformers brought lots of memories for me and I super duper love the show and I reckon I’m getting the DVD upon it’s release…I LUB OPTIMUS PRIME!*waves hands crazily in the air and scream*
*Ahem…recompose myself…*
Sorry, that was so bimbotic…couldn’t help it but I must admit that technology has really brought movie experience to a whole new level! Who would have thought back in the 80s when Transformers was only just a simple cartoon for kids that could evolve and come to life in the big screens!
Amazing what technology can do yar….
If my life were to ever be a movie…I wonder wat category would it be? Romance? Thriller? Mystery? Action? Chick Flick?
I’m thinking…..probably under foreign movie listing and showing only in those art house or something…because my life would have been too
komplicated for most people to understand…too foreign to them….LOL
Labels: farnie shite, thots
Things people say...
I think I'm very affected by this new guy helping me out...
Mr Lamer been only getting to office like 10-ish and even 11am on one occassion. Our official working hours are 8.30am till 6pm.
I have my own set of rules when it comes to work and responsibility. I have never been late in my entire job history. I always believe in working efficiently, effectively, on time and on target. Which simply means if I can finish my work on time, I do it. If I don't have to work OT, I try not to. So, I never believe in coming late to work and going home late because I simply didn't have enough time to finish my work.
I don't want to judge how Mr Lamer works. Firstly I'm not his boss and he doesn't report to me. Secondly, he is clearly an adult who can jolly well decide his own work attitude.
But I am peeved when he said this to me today...
"Hey, can u try to cover me from 8.30am till abt 9.30am?" "I need to take abt an hour to travel to work....."Seriously, I was slightly peeved. Cover him? If he's supposed to be working from 8.30am means he has to make arrangements to leave his house earlier? What kind of excuse is that for coming late?
Sheesh...
Although I'm supposed to be recovering at home and working from home, I'm ought to cover u? And I thought u were suppose to cover me while I concentrate on my recovery?
Maybe I should start sleeping in till abt 9 or 10 now instead of waking up the same time still....I do have a better excuse than him?
Darn...the things people say....
Labels: farnie shite, tupid things, work shite
First Impression
Busy day today...didn't get to rest at all today.
Had to return to office this morning because there's a new guy who will be taking over my duties before I leave for projects.
My MD was kind enough to assign him to me earlier so that he can share some of my workload while I concentrate on recovering.
Anyway this new guy didn't exactly leave a good impression on me. This was part of our conversation yesterday when I told him where I'm seated and that we'll meet there today for our discussion.....
New guy: yes....i know where u sit...
New guy: it is indeed cold
New guy: u shouldnt have sit there
New guy: someone died there before
Me: huh?
Me: what do u mean someone died there before?
New guy: hehhe
New guy: u wanna know the history?
Me: u serious ornot?
New guy: u watch sixth sense?
Me: yar..
New guy: when it is cold....means got the presence of ghost
Me: ......
And as our conversation goes....New guy: u malaysian or sporean?
Me: singaporean
New guy: i am african
Me: huh?but your name is chinese?
New guy: recently, there is a trend among spore women, they prefer black people...the hip hop people....so i turned black....lol
With that...I conclude that my "successor" has officially been labelled as a LAMER.
For first impression's sake, he was late for 2 hours. I told him to meet at 8.30am and when I called him at 9.30am, he said he's forgotten about it and is on his way. He arrived later at 10.30am, which left 1 hour for our discussion because I had to go for my accupunture.
I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt but I think he totally screwed it. First impressions counts...too bad...he's now Mr LAMER.
Labels: farnie shite, work shite
Miss Talkative
A new colleague came in from Malaysia last week and sat at the desk across mine. She seemed the bubbly sort as she jumped and said hi to me when she came in.
Funny girl she is….sweet…but she is damn talkative. Super duper talkative I tell ya.
So I’ve been bringing her out for lunch since she’s new and for the fact that how miserable I was when I first came in and nobody bothered to bring me arnd. So she’s my new found lunch khaki apart from Miss Lifestyle.
So one fine day when we went out for lunch…on our way back…she got all excited talking and landed a huge patch of saliva on my cheek…
“Eeeks!!!!!!!!!!!!” went the inner me….but I had to keep cool and calm. No expressions or whatsoever. Just screaming inside....
I dunno if she knew abt it….but I didn’t react too adversely for fear of hurting her feelings…so I endured the 5 mins walk back to office before I took out my wet tissues and wiped them off tactically…..
Sigh…when I told this to OML…he asked…
OML: “ Aey, then why when it’s me u have such big reactions?”
Me: “Duh…u not my colleague lor…no need to give face one”
OML: -.-“
Hahahahahahahahaha……………..Labels: farnie shite
Boob2Boob
For those who know who I am, may or may not have me on friendster. Honestly I dun really quite utilize my friendster account, I guess I’m too lazy.
But once in awhile I do login to add new friends. Maybe new colleagues or even old friends. Like recently, an old friend from Primary school buzzed me on friendster. Was kinda cool because I’ve lost contact with these pple eons ago. It’s nice to bring back those past friendships and a lil nostalgia to boot.
Interestingly, I also received a message from a random someone, outside my circle of friends. Not wanting to seem rude or snobbish, I responded.
So I realized she’s working in Melbourne. Helping out a friend with her event management company. She seems like a nice girl and all until she went…” …btw I’m bi. I hope u dun mind as I dun mean any harm. I just wanna make more frens…..”
Hmm…that got me wondering…a bi…does it mean she’s interested in me? Hahaha…(BHB I know… =p) Well, I’m really open minded to such les and gay stuffs…even bi-s. Well I respect each individual choice to their sexual preferences, so I don’t discriminate.
So yeah, I told her I dun mind and she added me on her msn. I’ve had 2 conversations with her so far. She told me that she just had an accident last yr and she’s still wheel chair bound cos she had hurt her spine. So being totally bored at home, she went arnd making friends in friendster.
So as we chat, I realized her “motive” per se when she asked me this question.
She: “Dun mind me asking…u look quite petite, how tall are u?”
Me: “haha..yes I am, I’m only 1.XX”
She: “Oh, that’s okay…but dun mind me saying…u’ve got ‘materials’ “
To myself…Materials? Omg…is she talking about my boobs?She: “ Do u mind if I ask u wat cup size r u?”
To myself….Yup…she’s referring to my boobs…
Me:” Hahaha…I’m okay…just size X”
She: “Cool…I was a size X myself…but now I’m X+1 ever since I started working out….”
As our conversation continued, I became rather bewildered by her term of working out. Cos as far as I know, working out only decreases ur boob size, not increase?
But from her msn pic…I could see she’s quite well endowed. So…I was a lil confused.
As curiosity kills the cat, I asked her at blank point.
Me: “ How is it that u can work out and increase ur cup size at the same time? Doesn’t exercise decrease your boob size?”
She: “ Oh no…mine’s of a different kind of work out. It’s called the boob2boob work out.”
Me: “Boob2Boob?”
She: “Yeah…u know…u massage your boobs using someone else’s boobs, vice versa”
Me: “HUH?”
………..
Unreal u say? Ha…I assure u I did not make this all up. So she asked me the foreseen question.
………..
She: Are u keen to try this workout? I have a fren in sg who’s looking for someone to do the same…..
Basically the idea is that 2 females will face each other, with their boobs touching one another, doesn’t have to be naked, but u have to be bra-less for the workout to be effective. So u can maybe don on a spaghetti top, bra-less and get another female to do the same. So basically u massage one’s boobs using the other’s boobs while making circular motion? How the hell exactly is it done? U go figure out yourself…..
It was then that I realized that perhaps her true intentions of messaging me in friendster was cos she saw my boobs and thot I had material? She probably also trying to make more friends and at the same time, expand her idea of a Boob2Boob work out?
Farnie shite…anyone wanna tryout this Boob2Boob workout with me? *ROFL*
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