October 2006

Oakley <3

Posted on October 20, 2006 at 6:34 pm in

As I was meticulously cleaning my precious A-Wire 2.0 Ice Iridium Oakleys, one of the legs fell off. I screamed. In horror. My beautiful, precious, wonderful A-Wire Ice that has served me for two and a half years!!

Pa came running when he heard me. I showed him the Oakleys (a gift from him) and he laughed, the sadist. He fixed it, but it’s a little senget and isn’t so tight over the face.

I love Oakley. I love my Oakleys. They are my precious. And my A-Wire Ice is My Precioussssss.

During my lunch hour, I went to look at Oakley’s range. Sadly, they are phasing out the A-Wire, which makes me all sorts of sad. :( I was drawn to the Whisker Black Iridium, finally purchasing it. Yet, my mind dwelt on my A-Wire Ice.

In desperation, still determined to save My Precious, I called Oakley’s customer service.

Yes, they said, they can fix My Precious, but the whole frame will have to be replaced. All I need to do is send a cheque/money order for $100 along with My Precious, and they will have it sent back looking brand new in two weeks.

OMFG. I love Oakley forever and ever and E-VAH.

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Flowers? Hairspray? Help!

Posted on October 15, 2006 at 3:44 pm in

“What do you mean, I have to wear makeup for the exam?!”

“What do you mean, you’re putting flowers in my hair?!”

This is me, arguing with Miss Rosita, our flamenco dance instructor. Yes, flamenco. Shutup.

This group only started lessons in August and someone got the bright idea to sit for the exam, which is only held in November. The first week of November, to be exact. Everyone went along with it, what was I to do but tag along?

So, like everyone else, I have to pick up an entire syllabus within three months. Fine. But! I have to battle with makeup – the whole shebang – foundation, mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, etc. The works. On a hot, humid afternoon. Then, I’m instructed to show up much earlier on exam day because amongst all the others (who are much older, more mature, etc), I am the most hopeless in tying my hair into a bun. It’s not like I was taught how when I did ballet – Mrs L just sat me down and yanked my hair out of my scalp. And I think Miss Rosita mentioned hairspray omgwtf?!

And the flowers? Apparently, to distinguish each student during the exam, they are required to wear a different coloured flower in their hair. Why can they not do it like ballet exams and just pin a coloured ribbon onto the tunic?

Flowers. Good god.

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Mosquitoes galore

Posted on October 9, 2006 at 7:48 pm in

I knew it.

I just fucking knew this would happen. Word gets around and then I get harassed like there’s no tomorrow. Show me somewhere, written in blood, that one should treat the entire damn family (extended relatives welcome with big fucking open arms!) to an expensive dinner.

Guess who’s doing the harassing? Extended family. Because I’ve already done my duty and treated the nuclear family to dinner when I first started working, and even managed to blackmail them into not mentioning it to anyone. So now I am being accused of not being the obedient daughter paying her dues. HAH.

I. Have. Bills. To. Pay. Board ain’t cheap and neither are utility bills. Who the fuck are you to tell me I can afford to splurge half a thousand dollars on dinner for the extended family and their spouses/significant others?

Everyone has plans. I have plans. I want to travel, I want to invest, I want to be smart with how I manage my finances. I want to live my life the way I choose. This is very important to me, and I refuse to blow a few hundred dollars to treat twenty pigs with expensive taste.

I’d rather blow half a thousand dollars on good seats to a Billy Joel concert I know my father would enjoy, than on family whom I barely get along with (or know). And I have. Bising, aje.

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Oh noes, is this a grown-up post?

Posted on October 6, 2006 at 9:01 pm in

For the past three months, I’ve been at an engineering company. They have offered permanency (twice), but the 2nd is a role so far away from psychology and human resources, there is a barrage of mostly negative comments for accepting the 2nd permanent offer. So what that I did my postgrad degree, only to end up not practicing? Lots of people don’t end up doing what they did at university. Big fucking deal.

“But… you have a license to mess with people’s minds!!”
“And, what, I need to be working as a psych to do it?”

This may not be my intended direction, but I am trying to see it as an excellent learning curve for a numerically-challenged person like me. Plus, because I have been there three months, the probation period usually written in most letters of offer has been waived, since my boss thinks it’s redundant as he is familiar with my irritating anal retentive and meticulous ways.

While this isn’t HR, perhaps it might be the smartest path for me, considering my own personal Career Goals (Revision #187635). I’m trying very hard to look at this in a positive light considering the constant trip downhill for the last 8 months. When I think about what I’m doing now, only one phrase comes to mind: ain’t life strange.

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