A very nice colleague just shared with me one of his favorite quotes (which I'm too lazy too google around for), that the true character of a person is not reflected during his success, but when he manages to pick himself up and again.

I think that's a really good one, OKS!Thanks again for sharing.

Exactly what I need right now, I think.....

Another day in paradise

I'm having a rather bad day, I suppose.
Or weekend for that matter.

It bugs the hell out of me that I have totally no clue whatsoever what is bugging me right now.
I am just totally bugged out.
And unfortunately, no.... it's not that time of the month.
How I wish it were that time of the month.... that would make it all so logical.

I am simply pissed off..... for reasons that I am not even sure of.

I do have some guesses, but really I can't tell which one of them is causing this.
Or maybe it's actually all of them combined?I really don't know.

Totally pissed off at myself right now...

Seriously, I don't mean to stereotype people, but here's one difference I notice between Asian guys and the so-called Westerners or "ang-moh"s as they are referred to here on this island.

I find that ang-moh guys either open / hold the doors for ladies, or they simply don't (which doesn't happen very often, as far as I know).
Whereas in the case for Asian guys, ..... again I don't want to generalize -- I know perfectly clear that there are exceptions...., but there are just so many ridiculous conditions for these gentlemen-wannabes.
It all depends, you see.... Is it potential gf? gf? wife? Cute chick @ 7-11?
If not, chances are.... they may just give the opening / holding door thing a pass.

Sorry but I can't help but feel that it's one of the most ridiculous things in the world. I don't believe in split personalities. I know everyone has multiple personas based on the different roles that they play, but c'mon..... it's either you're a gentleman, or you're not! I'm sorry lor but I don't think there's any way you can be a perfect gentleman to your girlfriend/ potential girlfriend/ wife/ cute chick @ 7-11 but a total jerk to everyone else.

Just to clarify, I do not need anyone to open my doors at all. I am fully capable of opening my own doors. Sometimes I even open doors or hold elevator doors for guys who shamelessly walk out without even saying thanks, but hey....it's perfectly fine by me! At least they don't try to be someone who they're not (at least from what little I could gather from my brief seconds-long encounter with the strangers).

As for anyone out there who's doing the selective gentleman moment thing, please wake up.
You're not a gentleman, ok?! Sorry to burst your bubble......but unfrtunately you're not a gentleman lor.....

So...? Wanna reconsider? I think you might as well just drop the whole being-a-perfect-gentleman thing and just move on and enjoy your life.
I can imagine how troublesome it is to play the role of someone who you're really not.

Don't cha?

It can be a bit disturbing when you have a middle-aged ( and I mean MIDDLE-aged) cleaning lady at your gym trying to sing along to the Pussycat Doll's Don't cha? with her (really) broken english.....

Yup. Rolled-up sleeves and pants and all while mopping the floor in the changing room.

What a way to start your day.

Farewell

Today was the last day at work for my dear friend, Miss Wong.

Considering what a cry baby I am, I am a bit surprised to find that I didn't cry at all.
Well, ... maybe partly because I already cried a bit the other day when she showed our buddy Mr Ong and me the snack box she had carefully prepared and hid so well for us.

I just thought it was really sweet of her. She bought all the snacks that we had previously tried and liked. She must have burnt quite a hole in her pocket from all those japanese snacks.

Anyway, we had our farewell lunch -- a teochew porridge buffet -- earlier today. Then at 6 pm we went for dessert at this really nice chinese dessert place nearby.
It's becoming a tradition it seems for us.

Then there were four,.... now there are two.

Think Mr. Ong also can't wait to leave. And I have been telling him and everybody else, that the day he leaves, I will follow suit.

I hate to be left behind like this. That's one of the things that make goodbyes even harder I think.

Well, I just hope we'll be keeping in touch.

And here's wishing you all the best, Miss Wong! Unlikely as it is, I hope you'll find new colleagues who are cooler than us.

I will definitely miss the company during my drive home every day.