Ice Dragon

29 december 2008

"Hey, are you working today?"

"I'm on call the HOWWWWL day!!!"

If ever there was an earnest howl, this was it. Hahahahahahahaha!!! I'm sorry, I know that's not very nice but I really can't help myself - it's really too funny!!!

So now, I'm mighty tempted to call the good doctor the next time he's on call "The Howl Day" in the ice box just to hear him say that all over again. Snicker mercilessly.

PS: In my defence, I'm really in need of laughter after another sigh-worthy day at The Dungeon. SIGH!!!

PPS: Maybe I'll take it out on the potential nutcase who's INSISTING on dropping by tomorrow for 'assistance' on a matter pertaining to his mental well-being and fitness to work.

How not to be the boss - Part I

What's the point of having more reindeer on your sleigh when you won't pull the damn reins??? Hallo??? If the reindeer knew when and where to go, we wouldn't need you right???

Just give me the reins lah! I show you how to run 2 sleighs at the same time. (Or crash them with style, for that matter. Heh.)

Why getting a cold now would be bad

27 december 2008

I think having blood taken is more painful than having your nose pierced. On a scale of 1 to 10, I would rate the latter as a 1. Don't believe you go try lor.

Ok, so now I don't feel as great an urge to hit something. Blisssss :-)

Trying very hard not to scratch the nose.

In other news - indirectly (though not intentionally, I assure you) related to my quest for pain, it looks like bashing my ankle and having to be homebound instead of roughing it out in The Blue has not been for naught - though I was not the beneficiary ;-)

Into the labyrinth

There had always been something - she still doesn't quite know what....

I am not liking December very much

25 december 2008

A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary. Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town. A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage.

"Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the lady.

"We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip down to the bottom of the canyon by pack mule. We hadn't gone too far when my husband's mule stumbled."

"My husband quietly said 'That's once.' We proceeded a little farther when the mule stumbled again. Once more my husband quietly said, 'That's twice.' We hadn't gone a half-mile when the mule stumbled a third time. My husband took a pistol from his pocket and shot him."

"I started to protest over his treatment of the mule when he looked at me and quietly said 'That's once.'"

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This "you are either with me or against me" nonsense is really childish and distasteful, especially when the stakes are so insignificant in the greater scheme of things. I often think people who indulge in such ego trips are making up for lesser success in other areas in their lives, if not lacking in themselves - when they obviously feel they are more deserving of the longer end of the stick - for example in the workplace, where these malcontents feel marginalised or are not in positions of authority (for various reasons, not excluding the fact that for very good reasons, they aren't meant to hold power). And so, big chip in shoulder, when presented with the opportunity to demonstrate their heretofore unrecognised intellect and worldliness, they lose sight of people around them and what really matters. And then they become people who I would describe as not very nice at all.

And since I'm feeling not very nice myself, I would like to put on record that I despise a certain (unknown) thieving nurse in a certain (known) hospital :-/ Shame on you. I hope every photo of you taken with MY camera comes out really, really ugly. Because you're as ugly as you're a bad person.

PS: I'm praying that the guy to whom I loaned my dive computer to doesn't lose it. Because that's NOT a spare (unlike the camera).

PPS: However horrid December has been so far, I do hope I've made someone delighted over Christmas.

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That's TWICE.

This, she noted coldly to herself.


22 december 2008

Methinks clearing leave is bad - for me at least.

I've lost all sense of time and my work pace. I keep thinking everyday (with the exception of Saturday and Sunday) is any other day but the day it's supposed to be! Gaaaah!!!

Into the labyrinth

Perhaps it was the…. I can only describe it as rabid reception, from the SK guild leaders who literally pounced on me - they were big guys, and flamboyant in a very (cough) Richard Simmons (cough) way - which made me forget all my manners. And then they gushingly (yes, gushingly) welcomed me to their Christmas dinner....

Panic Central

17 december 2008

Oh god.

3 more weeks left to study for the GMAT, and I haven't even started!



Into the labyrinth

You i.d.i.o.t.


16 december 2008

Well, I can either:

1) Pick up my keyboard and slam it into my monitor;


2) Take it all as part of a day's work and tell myself it's just work.




Into the labyrinth

You, Traitor.

Tis the season to be nasty

15 december 2008

I'm feeling thankful that Christmas comes by only once a year.

Because I don't think I can deal with people suffering from Christmas Blues more than once a year, and me being on the receiving end of said people being assholes.

And exactly what the fuck was it that I had done to YOU that you should perceive the necessity to screw with my life too? So you're not happy? Guess what? You ain't the only one. So deal with it. Or go be an asshole to someone more deserving.


* * * * *

"He won't stop bleeding."

And I didn't care.

I didn't care because he didn't care himself.

It thus came as no surprise - but no less distasteful, if not more so - when he was back at IT a day later, in between pathetic attempts to 'redeem' himself. Unbelievable.

Though I had earlier swore that I would no longer be.... an accomplice to this stupid nonsense, perhaps I shouldn't fight his.... fall.

The sooner, the better.

Every breath you take

09 december 2008

I'm suddenly very motivated to attend the earlier classes.

Because me no likey the stalker.

Damn sian....

The sixth sense

07 december 2008

Got solar-powered and ionised today :-)

Have forgotten how good that feels.

Nevermind the bruised and scraped knee, and banged-up elbow. And no, it wasn't the wonky left ankle (better now by the way, except I still have some problems with extensions and a slight swelling) which did me in. The legs were just wobbly from the long absence and being pushed hard. PLUS, it's very hard to rollerblade with blind-and-deaf young girls and kids-on-bikes, especially when their grandparents also own the roads. Sigh.

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what's left to say with all that's come and gone? ... words get in the way and anyway the devil's got your tongue ... and a storm brews inside and there's nowhere to hide ... it's gonna blow your cover sky high ... if you let this thing go it's gonna burn, it's gonna burn ... you're gonna take the whole world with you when you go ... burn burn burn ... what you gonna do ... when the storm takes over? ... oh oh oh oh ... what you gonna do ... when the storm takes over? ... so here you are, demons screaming in your head ... you try to shut them out but they just get louder instead ... and nothing you do can seem to break through ... this darkness smothering you ... when it takes hold, your heart turns cold ... the very soul seeps out of you ... burn burn burn ... what you gonna do ... when the storm the storm takes over you? ... can you hold this thing? ... can you hold this thing? ... till the clouds clear...

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I hate it when people try to pull a fast one on me.

Do I look like a fool to you???

Obviously, I do....

How little you know me.

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Come to think of it, have forgotten how good pain feels too....

Waste time

03 december 2008

I wonder what a rat's angry squeak sounds like....

Because I really feel like breaking out into one.... make that several....

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On an unrelated matter, I'm not quite sure what the phonecall, or rather telephone monologue, was for.

It started off as a confirmation that I would do the favour asked earlier today. No biggie, really.

And then there was the un-invitation to a $500 per head charity dinner because "I-was-going-to-ask-you-but-I-don't-suppose-you-would-go-and-oh-i-asked-the-rest-etc-etc". WTF??? I got say I don't want to go meh??? You never even gave me the chance to respond!!! Somemore free dinner leh!!! Nice way of treating the person doing you a favour, ya. Anyway, looks like my pet-sitting services won't be necessary afterall. Heh.

Of course, the call wouldn't be complete with some pretty amazing story-telling which I'm wont to think was deliberately told in a confusing manner to confuse me. Roll eyes. Does my head look like a balloon to you??? And then there was the oh-so-obvious attempt to make me think he was on close terms with a newfound acquaintance, oh I'm sorry, I meant YOUR "friend". Roll eyes. Sorry but someone's already clued me in on the real deal. Laugh.

And what was with the lame attempts at humour??? So not funny. Come to think of it, he was being an especially unlikeable person.

What a waste of my time.

Why is everyone intent on wasting my time?

Roll eyes.