27/03/2010

It's a weekend and weekends is dedicated to staying at home all day in my little confined space with my eyes staring straight into the laptop and absorbing useless knowledge I attain from the internet. 

I learnt today from the Internet that.

Well, there's a lot of things I learnt today from the internet so I can't really remember any. Probably because they are all useless information.

I spend most of my time today watching Supernatural. 

Castiel is awesome and that's why I am watching it, just like how Cara is awesome in Legend Of The Seeker, which sadly I think will be cancelled after this season.

You have got to love a robotic character in a show, not terminator robotic but more like a loyal dog robotic. I wish I had a dog, I will make it fetch me newspaper from the minimart below my house, I will let it rub my stomach when it itches and I will let myself ride on it when I am too lazy to walk from point A to point B.

One can hope. Wonder where can I get a dog like that? Probably at some third world country. 

I spend the next half of my day, after watching multiple episodes of Supernatural which only consisted of 2 episodes with Castiel inside, looking for a new MMO to play. 

When you go Aion, you don't go back. Free to Play online games are now all so incredibly ugly it's sad, I've been spoiled by Aion. 

I tried Aika but those geniuses at the company decided to use some Game Guard engine that blocks out the entire game from launching. It's called X-Trap and I demand it to be removed immediately otherwise I am pressing charges for all that psychological trauma it has caused me.

Alright then, I am going to try to start the game again, and if it doesn't work, I'm going to have a hissy fit. 

26/03/2010

As much as I would like to update this blog on a regular basis, I can't. Sometimes my life is just so insanely boring the post just sucks, for a lack of a better word, a fine example would be the one that I just deleted titled "25/03/2010". 

Well, I've decided to save some of your brain cells from dying too quickly, thus I have deleted it. You may thank me later when you get your Mensa membership because you were just a brain cell away from losing it.

Back to today.

Today I have stuff to blog about because when mildy bad things happen to me, it gives me something to blog about. Thumbs up for mildy bad things.

 

Took the bus downtown to work, as usual, the traffic was pretty smooth so I got to work pretty early. I don't get paid extra  for arriving early, thus never good to go too early to work. I'd rather sit in the bus and look at random strangers standing around, targeting seats that they will attack when the occupants leave.

Reached work, normal boring stuff happens, more repetitive work. The work's so boring, well, to put it in an idiom , the work I am receiving is as boring as my life on a daily basis.  

That's sad.  

Today was a celebration of people born in the month of January, February and March within the company. I was born in the month of March and thus my name wasn't announced. 

Ouch. 

But it's a good thing because standing in that room with all my co-workers, and singing Happy Birthday to people I don't know. I don't need my name to be announced and have strangers singing Happy Birthday to me, I don't need that. No~ I don't need that.

I didn't know whose Birthday it was, it probably wasn't anyone's Birthday, just a belated celebration,  especially for those born in January, 3 months later and  they are reminding you that you just got a year older. 

The boss was a nice guy though, served Godiva chocolates to the workers, but it's awkward to be served with chocolates by the boss himself, I felt like I did something wrong by having a chocolate, it's just not the natural order of things.

That chocolate was hard to finish because it felt weird for the boss to be so friendly to an intern like me, I thought I should be the one serving the chocolates and getting cold stares at the employees there as they grab a piece and place it slowly into their mouth, lips pursed, head high and all.

Midway through all that celebratory , forgetting that one of their interns was also a March baby, event came a moment of extreme awkwardness. 

I was suddenly summoned by my supervisors to follow them to the other side of the office, thinking I was either going to get my pay, which is about 7 peanuts plus the Godiva chocolate, or to receive my own business card. The latter was a dumb thought but I saw the supervisor carrying a stack of cards so I thought the company was going to splurge a little on the interns. Then again they only bought 2 cakes to celebrate 7 people's birthday. 

Headed into the other side of the office and was greeted by stares from a bunch of foreign students from an American University or College. I wasn't even told what was going on by the supervisors, it was a real pleasant surprise for an introvert.  

I felt like a rare specimen that's being poked around by a bunch of extremely uninterested scientist.  By poked I meant by getting attacked by the teacher-in-charge.

Oh she was a great teacher, pushing her own students morale up by crushing another. Bitch.

Well it wasn't really that bad, she was OBVIOUSLY joking around, that's why her students were laughing along, staring at my direction and pointing at my face, coming up to me and taking a picture with me and having the teacher-in-charge fake strangle me. 

Hearing A Foreign Chinese student speak with an American accent is as weird as an American Person speak with a Chinese Accent, unless that American is Meryl Streep. 

24/03/2010

Today, I wasn't late for work.  Seems to me like my ongoing streak of late comings didn't last as long as I thought it would.

Thats what happens when you don't give in to temptation, the caucasian infested bus came twice and I am proud to announce that I didn't board it, instead I took the one that was more racially harmonious, one that had equal number of Chinese to Indians to Malays. Well there was just a tiny bit more Chinese, like just a little little big chunk more.  

Today, my phlegm evolved into a sore-throat. I've never sounded sexier and that comes with a price. The price which is pain. 

Speaking became a problem, my already demure and innocent sounding voice became a silent whisper. It's comparable to what you would hear if a ghost were to try to speak to you in a noisy bus.

I'm pretty sure people were reading my lips when I was "speaking" to them, I mean even I can't hear myself, I'm not even kidding. I know what I am saying, because I think before I speak. But when it comes out, I can feel the phlegm kicking in and working it's sexy magic, which is why now I am abstaining from speaking too much. It's too painful it breaks my heart.

Luckily I brought Strepstils, so that worked out well.

I believe in having cough drops that taste really bad because that way, you will know for sure it's doing something good to you, unless the cough drop taste like feces. 

23/03/2010

Exciting things happened today.

I was late for work... Again! And shocking thing is it was the same as yesterday's timing. Well almost, but I don't think I broken the record so it's all good.

Note to self, never ever attempt to take a bus that takes the longer route JUST to see more white people and have them breath down your neck. I took the bus just to see caucasians, it's eerily stalkish, who knew it would be possible for someone to start stalking an entire race of minorities in a country. 

Well, today was pretty much the same as yesterday. I mean I was equally late for work and no one cared. I did computer work for a while because that's how much the company trust me, after which was manual labour which wasn't as exciting as I thought. Carrying sacks of rice to and fro, by that I mean slicing paper, sticking them onto a sticky  mounting board and cutting it out. 

I was also having a sore throat with an extra sides of phlegm, coughing out my phlegm and then swallowing back down which was stupid. But there wasn't any place for me to spit except at the computer or the employees there. There was the toilet but I couldn't be bothered to go to the toilet every few minutes just to cough out some bits of phlegm and a lot of saliva.  People might think I am barfing and the last thing I need is to create the image that I am suffering from anorexia. 

What else, what else...

Oh right, I also realise how small McCafe's "Small" size is. I bought a hot choclate "Small" from them because I'm cheap, thinking the size would be the same as a Starbucks "Tall".

"Tall" and "Small".... BIG Difference. That's kind of a "DUH!" statement but hey... if you are smart you will get what I'm saying.

McCafe's small is about the size of a mini Haagen Dazs ice cream you buy from a convenience store, it's around there. 

The only upside? It's cheaper then Haagen Dazs. Without the ice-cream, the free spoon you get for digging the ice cream and the Haagen Dazs logo. Replace all that with cocoa powder, a lot of skimmed milk and two floating marshmallows with chocolate syrup squirted all over it. 

The Hot Chocolate was yummy though, just that it should have been bigger.

Quality over quantity?  That's the excuse for being a cheapskate 

22/03/2010

After the failed attempted at baking meringue yesterday, I went into depression... and then I became suicidal after finding out that the oven was indeed working, the main power outlet was switched off.

Just to make things clear. When people see a power switch that's green in colour, it usually means that it's switched on. When in red, it's switched off.

Well, for my power outlet, the geniuses at the company where such things are made decided to switch that around.  Red is on and green is off and thus failed meringues came about. Now I blame the company, not the oven and most definitely not me for ignoring the fact that all the other power switches in that power outlet box were red coloured. "ON".

And yesterday, I met 2 friends whilst shopping around town. 

It started with "Hi !" followed by an awkward silence. Ran into them twice in a day, double the meeting, double the awkwardness. And now I have no idea how to continue to explain that awkward situation. 

So to get back on track. Today.

 22 March 2010.

10 minutes of extra time in the toilet equates to reaching work late by half an hour. It's my personal record and I am not planning to break it anytime soon. Don't get me wrong, it will get broken eventually, but I don't want to break it just yet.

After that it was just work, and work, and work. Exciting part was the phlegm in my throat, and then more and more work. 

Working too long makes me tired, and after staring at the computer for so long doing my AutoCAD, my mind just starts to wander and it switches off, but my body will still be moving. That is an amazing feat in my opinion. Muscle memory !

If only my muscles could remember to go for an exercise everyday so I can become chunkier. 

Well, that pretty much covers today and what happened after that meringue massacre. I'm guessing there will be nothing to blog about tomorrow. 

Copy and Paste today's post  for tomorrow's.

21/03/2010

Today I find out the importance of having a whisk when making meringues.

It's amazing how much less effort I need with a whisk. But of course my arms still felt like they were about to burst, I could feel my veins about to pop.

All that whisking made me so proud of myself, to be able to single handedly whisk the egg whites into something so glossy and firm. People with the right mindset would use a machine to whisk but because I am so hardworking and didn't have any machine to use, seeing that egg white turning into solid peaky whiteness was extremely gratifying. 

I felt good about myself, if I could I would pat myself on the back but my arms were so sore I just gave that a miss. And then, I find out my oven isn't working. 

That has got to be the cherry on top of that whole baking process. Well, it's not really baking because the oven is not working !

Ended up using the mini oven. It was a mess. All my hardwork, gone, all 20  minutes of  it.  I tried to shove a few in my mouth, it was stickiskly hard on the outside and soft on the inside, and the best part, it tasted like raw egg whites.

So hurray to failed Meringue. 

Gosh I hate that stupid oven, I blame all my baking failures on it. It's not the baker, it's the oven. Blame the oven because that's how responsible I am. 

No really, it's the oven. 

20/03/2010

Woke up at 11.20 am today.


Waking up at 7 am everyday for work during the weekday, I thought my body clock would have adjusted itself to waking up early, guess not.



After which I spend my entire afternoon doing things with my computer. I pushed it's buttons, and scrolled the scroll wheel on the disgusting scroll wheel.

That doesn't even sound hot.

So I decided to play Allods Online. Despite looking lousier than Aion Online, my laptop still couldn't handle it smoothly... what a failure. Acer Aspire 4920G you are such a failure, you are nothing like Alienware. I'm so ashamed on you.


It was really sluggish and it just made me cry on the inside at how awful my computer is. How am I suppose to spend my entire life with a junk.  Thus I have actually came up with the idea of actually getting an Alienware. 

Alienware M11X. That sexy mama... you can abduct me anytime.  As long as it doesn't include anything getting inserted into my body or removed. A cup of tea with a tray of delicious cakes would be fine. 

Or the other more crazy idea would be to get an Apple Macbook. Pfft,  just saying.

An Apple and me doesn't sound THAT ridiculous. I will probably just slowly turn into one of them Apple users. I will start living in my self righteous world and look down on everyone else. I won't be able to play any games, essentially I won't have any fun with my laptop. I can just shove it up into people's face and show off to make up for that lack of innovative gaming fun.   

But it's an Apple and it can change your life. My iPod changed my life... now I spend even more time in the toilet than I usually have to. 

A minute can become 5, and before you know it, my ass is covered in my own defecate from the crap overload.