Friday Food For Thought
Mae | Nov 06 2002, 12:49 pm |
Off topic, but I want to post this here so Elaine can read it. I had a dream last night about her! She and my ex husband were trapped in an underwater cave. They had air, they could function and seemed fairly calm about the ordreal. Volunteers brought them food, clothing, CD players, cell phones. Yet they could not figure out how to get them out of the cave. I have no idea why I dreamed this.

Alright people, time for FFFT.
If you were trapped in an underwater cave with another person, could function, had food, clothing, a CD player and a cellphone, but couldn't get out ....
1. Who would you wish that other person to be?
2. What last song would you play on your CD player?
3. Who would you call with your cellphone?
4. What last meal would you request?
5. What do you wish you could say that would easily get you out of the cave?

Weekly thursday lunch-out
Thursday is usually a good day, today was exceptionally good. The sun was out after three cold and rainy days, temperature well into the 60s, and pasta for lunch with my weekly lunch buddy. As usual, we had some pretty off-the-wall but yet extremely hilarious conversation, so I'm happy and well-fed. Now if only I can get through the afternoon without dozing off, oh wait, I did have mountain dew at lunch... *rub my stomach*

A new citychick on a block
I was over at Erin's last night. She wanted to set up her own website and her own blog. Don was there as well to provide his technical services. After 2++ hours of IMOs, The Bachelor, and lotsa yap yap yap, we finally have the site up. *woo hoo!*

Now the next step is to get her registered for her own domain name, and have her sign up at stlbloggers. Welcome to the world of digital diary Erin!

*sniff sniff* What's that smell?
At work, I seldom go to Mexican restaurant for lunch. There are some mexican food I like: tacos, quesadillas, fajitas, and rice, but I'm not a big fan of refriend beans, but the one main reason is that I'll come back to the office smelling like the restaurant.

Solution: I keep a spray bottle of Febreze in my drawer, and everytime after having lunch at the mexican cantina, I'll spritz a mist of Febreze into the air, walk through it, and repeat if neccessary. And yes, people at work do look at me funny, but I think they're used to it by now.

Shoppers
I realized today that my shopping style is rather different compared to my girlfriends.

Take one of my bestfriend for instance. She is a very good bargain hunter. Tell her what you want and she'll find the lowest prices available. Especially with computers and electronics items. I think she finds thrills in shopping for the best bargains in town, or getting the best deal out of rebates and coupon. That's awesome. It's a great way to save money.

I'm almost the complete opposite of her. My purchases are always impulse buys. The more expensive the item is, the easier it is for me to say "yes" or "no". Like my new car, it's probably the most expensive thing I've ever gotten, it took me less than 24 hours to make up my mind. Same thing with the digital camera I bought. I know I wanted a digital camera, wasn't sure which ones, went online, saw a couple of cool ones, the price looks good. Bam. Got it.

I think I shop like my dad. It's called shopping with a purpose. I find that I can no longer window shop. I don't know if my lifestyle has changed, or I've just outgrown them. When I shop, especially for clothes, I always like to go back to the same stores because I know where their stuffs are, what my sizes are, and it just makes it so much easier.

Just an interesting observation that I noticed recently.

Things I learned about myself
After all the hoo hahs this weekend, I realized that a concept that I've subscribed to for very long no longer ring true.

Whenever I have friend, female friend especially, that are hurt emotionally, I always encourage them to talk it out, so that it'll make them feel better. Contrary to men, who usually leave most emotions bottled up, I always thought that the way to get rid of the pain is to let it out. And I always thought that when I'm in pain, I'll do the same thing too.

I was wrong. I poured half my heart out to a girlfriend this weekend, and then I was done. I could no longer bring myself to talk about it, I can't bear the thoughts of having those kind of conversation. I now understand that why so many people bury their emotions - especially pain. I am now one of them.

Old age
I got this email over the weekend, I thought it was hilarious, especially since it came from auntie Elaine. Heh.

----- Original Message -----
From: Elaine Goh
To: Angeline Soon
Sent: Sunday, November 03, 2002 9:45 PM
Subject: Fwd: Old age

I can see us being in the #1 scenario 40 years from now. :) Kekeke.

>>Old Age 1:
Two elderly ladies had been friends for many decades. Over the years they had shared all kinds of activities and adventures. Lately, their activities had been limited to meeting a few times a week to play cards. One day they were playing cards when one looked at the other and said, "Now don't get mad at me.....I know we've been friends for a long time.....but I just can't think of your name! I've thought and thought, but I can't remember it. Please tell me what your name is."

Her friend glared at her. For at least three minutes she just stared and glared at her. Finally she said, "How soon do you need to know?"

A mixed-bag weekend
This weekend started off god-awful. I don't even want to revisit it anymore. That was friday night / saturday morning. Then I decided I needed some alcohol in me to numb the pain, so I called up a couple of friends, had dinner and beer with them. Which was good, because I needed the distraction.

Work was bad this week. I called my project manager at 8pm sunday to bitch about it. I just only got home from work, it is 10pm now. I was at the office saturday too. I hope this is not becoming a pattern - coz I won't tolerate this kind of treatment. Bah. Just needed to rant and vent, thanks for reading.