Five Interview Questions

A friend of mine received this set of interview game and I've nothing better to do.

Here's the list of interview game rules taken from one of his friend's site last May 2005, titled "In Five".

Here are The Official Interview Game Rules:
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying “interview me.”
2. The person will respond by asking you five questions - each person’s will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

My friend Sean asked me these strange questions, and here are my replies:

1. If you were a dog, of what specific breed would you be? Why? Would your name be any different than your name now?

Definitely not a toy dog, I'd be bored to death all day trying to look over all the things that I'd want to look at. I'd like to say probably end up as a St Bernard living in the monastery in the swiss alps trying to save missing or stranded people, but im way too disgusted with cold to even fanthom spending time at the alps. A Collie is too cute to be me, as well as a Goldren Retriever, although I'd love to be one. But I digress. In the end, I think I'd be a Black Labrador, just because its not as cute as being a chocolate or a yellow one, and I'd still have the mobility to run around wagging my tails this and that and have my long tongue lolling out with a constant drip drip running around the neighborhood. Of course, there's also the hunting season along side with a really nice master. Hunting wabbits maybe? I still think Claire is a nice name for a black lab, though.

2. Walking home from work, you save an old man from a serious pedestrian accident. The old man reveals that he is a master of all forms for martial arts, and offers to teach you any one move or skill that you want. What do you choose to have him teach you?

Kame Hame Wave. Wouldn't it be great to blow up planets?

3. Would Beethoven be able to beat up Mozart in a wrestling match?

Mozart will probably try his best with his best Rondo Alla Turca imitation and dance around trying to distract Beethoven with his fast moves, and call on his bumblebees to do his bidding, but nothing beats a big wooden hammer and symphony No 5 to bonk out Mozart out of his head. If I'm not mistaken, Akane has probably learned this spectacular, effective move from Beethoven to incapacitate her enemies.

4. You're sitting in a Starbucks in some unfamiliar country. You order a Mocha Frappucino, and when it arrives, you find that it looks every bit like any Mocha Frappucino that you'd find in any other Starbucks... except that it's blue. What do you do?

I'd take a sip and find that the mocha frappucino tastes exactly the way a mocha frappucino should. Except that it has a hint of pineapple and a familiar taste of beachy breeze and a slight aftertaste of blue pen ink. After finishing it ill transform into a blue skinned Andorian and start growing a pair of antennas on my head. I will walk out of Starbucks, grab my tricorder and order my team to beam me up, head off to Vulcan with a sample of my Mocha Frappucino and infect the Vulcan water supply with it.

5. You return home one day to find your place ransacked. But you find that none of your valuables are missing. What do you think that the intruders were most likely searching for?

My pet baby tiger which I occasionally carry around in my bag. I believe they intend to kidnap him and blackmail me into making a live 2 minute Iraqi insurgent network telecast where all who will hear and see me dance boogie, fart and burp simultaneously will instantly die a horrible, agonizing death.

The Urge

Ok, I think I need to be careful with my urges of I'll end up jobless.

Weather extremely sticky today. Its not as hot as the neighboring countries ( I heard some reach 37 degrees) I took a bath twice yesterday just to get the sticky feeling of sweat off my skin. Just right after a bath, I headed out to pick up some things from my aunt.

Bus stop.. Walking.. walking.. walking...

I could feel the dampness starting to stick on my skin just minutes after getting off the bus. I could imagine the beads of humidity condensing over my skin. My skin is getting nauseated. My hair is starting to clamp with each other just from the humidity of the air. I could feel it having a life of its down, curling itself up from the extreme humidity. I'd like love to tie my hair up, but it would end up being aesthetically unpleasing, and besides, I didnt have a band to tie it up. My hair is getting irritating. If only I could tie up my hair and let my neck feel the little breeze that still saved my sanity from going over the top... I wish the weather would just go away... I cant stand this anymore.

And right after I had all these thoughts while walking, this overwhelming urge just came over me. I needed to go straight to the barbershop. Desperately.

Yes, you read that right. Barbershop.

I had the uncontrollable urge to get my hair cut. You're probably thinking... "Boy's cut"? But uhm, no. I just had the urge to have them shave all my hair off. Bald and naked as the day I was born. Just to feel the air breezing on the crown of my head and the nape of my neck.

I started to eye the street. No barbershops in sight. I could search for a hair parlour, but there wasnt any, either. And they charge extremely exorbitant prices just for a hair cut. Its not like I'd like them to style my hair. I'm just going to get them all shaved off. How hard is that? My head started thinking of all the shops I'd pass by when I walk down the street. Some shops did come to mind, but I doubt they had any experience with head shaving. I wouldnt want my head cut off and my brains spewed out on the parlour floor ... or maybe have it open like how Anthony Hopkins did to that poor man in Hannibal. I wasn't really ready to have my brains cooked and eaten in a nice hot plate. My goodness, this heat is so irritating. Maybe I should just head immediately home, get a pair of scissors and cut them all off? It would spare me the money. Its just a shave.I think maybe I can borrow my brother's razor and shave it clean?

I dragged myself to the tram stop, my eyes still darting left and right for that savior of a barbershop. No sign whatsoever. I have to get this mop of hair off my head. I have to. Please please please. Can someone hand me a scissor? Oh there's a parlour shop over there across the street. I've always seen it when I've gone to work. It seems ok. Maybe I should just head off there now? My feet moving and it started to leave the tram stop and cross the street.

Then the tram came. Too bad.. I'll just get a scissor at home and cut my head off...

!

Realizing my train of thought, I stopped myself. The weather must be getting to me. Now, think sanely. If i shaved my hair off, and went on job interview... unless i was planning to go into the clubbing scene, I dont think I'd make a very good impression. Girl with bald head interviewing for company to handle extremely company mission critical production database. When asked in an interview why I had my head shaved off, I answer "Because it is the most sane and logical thing to do with this kind of environment."

Uhm, i dont think so.

From that thought on, I rode the tram all the way to home, immediately jumped off at the tram stop and ran up to the apartment and into my room, making sure that I've hidden all possible cutting tools away from me. Then I locked myself in.

So much for a sane day.

A Few Things on Star Wars Episode III....

And its a friday!

hold on. Is friday supposed to be written with a bit "F", or a small "f" is fairly acceptable? I seem to remember being told during grade school that days of the week should be written in upper case ... some sort of proper noun maybe?

Can someone clear this up for me?

Anyhoo, its a "Friday" and supposedly Revenge of the Sith's started showing yesterday. During times of new Star War episode releases, fans flock to reserve the earliest movie tickets. Although I'm not a big Star Wars fan, I enjoy the trilogy (or quinology? sextology? a friend of mine kindly supplied a possible list of correct words, but I cant make up my mind which one is correct. Can someone please help me?) so yes, in case anyone is asking, I AM planning to watch the movie. Of course, I didnt really make advance arrangements like a couple of people i've read over the news. (Lining up a month or 2 before the theater that will be showing the premiere? uhm, no.) Actually, I know of a friend during the days of Episode 1 who arranged his class schedule so that he'd have a big break in between classes to head off to the nearest mall on the first day of the showing (of course he made sure ahead of time what day its going to be shown; then he tries to arrange his T-TH or MWF schedule coincides with this date). So he had to put up with that kind of schedule the whole semester just for Episode 1. Its an amazing thing. Admirable even, to go through great lengths to be able to watch a much anticipated movie. Now when a release comes out, or Star Wars gets mentioned, i instinctively remember him. Funny how we come to associate things with people.

There's a thing I'd like to comment on though. I love movies, tv and music like a lot of other people out there. We borrow DVDs, CDs and games from friends to try out the latest stuff, and sometimes we record tv shows on the VCR so that we can watch them on our own leisure time. There's this big thing with piracy these days, and the entertainment industry regularly complains about this issue, and sues, even. There was Emule, napster, then kazaa. Recently there's a popular file sharing called bittorrent, and I guess I've peeked through the file availability listings on some sites (which has been brought down, if you were wondering) and I was surprised to find copies of Episode 3 available so fast, almost immediately right after the worldwide opening. Regardless, it was just a curiosity peek, so I didnt even attempt to download it.

Its free, so why not? You say.

Well, there are a lot of reasons: You dont want to get caught doing an "illegal" file download, You dont want to get sued by copyright owners, or put simply, you just really dont want to get jailed or bailed for doing it. There's really lots of reasons, but I think these are reasons based on fear. Fear isn't really the best reason to stop you from doing something. You've seen or read movies or histories or real life stories about people who live in fear or rule in fear, and its not really a good thing, its not sane, and its not logical. Its reactive.

The only reason why I didnt do so? Because I heard it was a good movie.

And good movies these days are hard to come by. Blame it on the director, or the scriptwriter, or the actor, or the producer, for those lousy movies that you paid good money with. You end up feeling cheated away from your money when you step out of the moviehouse. Sometimes you dont even wait for the movie the finish, you just feel you REALLY had enough, and sometimes you're just embarrassed for the movie itself for even having the balls to put it out into the market.

Let's admit it. Sometimes these movies hype themselves up, and they make fancy looking trailers to attract the viewers, they get rave reviews from prominent publications with quotes like "Three thumbs up!" or "Riveting performace..!" or "[Enter director name here] has done it again! It will blow you out of your seats!". And lets face it, as viewers, we dont want to feel like we were suckered into watching a shitty movie, regardless if it was a marketing hype,or such. I wouldn't care much if the movie didn't earn much, but it pisses me off that some movies make money out of low quality films with big budget production names. Us consumers just give them back more money to make more crappy films. And the cycle goes on and on until we get to the point of becoming victims of our own actions.

But good films, on the other hand, come once in a while. And its depressing to find out that sometimes they don't make as much money as the "blockbuster" hits that make millions. Thing is, you want to make these film makers realize they're going a good job, and give them the money to make a new one. Its movies like these that really make up the industry. And piracy isn't going to help a good low budget movie have a make or break; The movie's already on low budget constraints, and add in piracy, and its bye bye for whoever did a good job on them. Out with the good stuff, in with the bad.

I'm proud to own three original Extended Platinum Edition DVDs for Lord of the Rings. Frankly, I think its one of the best adaptations there is. I could've probably bought a pirated version when China is just a step away (and even then, I dont think there is a shortage of pirated DVDs in Hong Kong, either) but I didn't. Maybe some people would think its a waste of money, but I actually feel good when you just plop a DVD into your player and watch the movie with the original version. You probably wouldnt be able to tell the difference between a pirated one and an original one, but you know that you did in your small way tell the producers that this is a good movie, it has a great director, so the next time the same director puts up a "great" idea, you might just want to think twice before turning it down. Lets face it, financial success is one of the more persuasive indicators of a successful movie, and you dont want to give your money to someone who's going to possibly make crap in the future.

So for those of you out there who have the money to spare, and the thought of putting the industry into the right direction, I'd suggest you spend away... Because there's nothing better than a good movie to watch on a great Saturday night.

*I'm not saying Episode 3 is a good movie, but it looks better than most! Can't help but have some lying, devious movie slide into my good movies list, but it pays to weed out incredulously horrible ones.

Zombie

Oooooohh... ooooohhhh... I'm in such a state right now...

Its Saturday evening on a weekend.. and I'm just pining away in front of the computer. The day never ends... Work in work out fix this fix that. And I still owe my supervisor an achievement sheet. Seems like the CEO would like us to write ourselves a list of goals we want to achieve, whether or not its work related. I have no idea what the heck for though. Its one more thing to do aside from the long list of stuff that I have pending. I think its cheesy.. why would your company want to know and find out what you want to do in life anyway? Its not as if they're going to help.. are they? Wouldnt it be weird if i write in "Get a new job by the end of the year" as a goal?

oooOOOoooooh. I can hear shuffles of feet as they hurry up to fire me.

Zombie zombie.

Oh well, what a weekend. My only consolation is that I finish this darn thing tonight and be able to kick off an automated updating system so I can relax for the rest of the weekend while my database pines away with all the figures...

I can't wait. In the meantime...

WoooOOOoooo ... I am the undead.... WooOOOoooo

Agaaaahhh!! The Fall of the Atenean!

Ok, This comes as a shocker to me, but I've just read the most insulting article in my life!

The article is from a free of charge magazine called "HK Magazine". Its in english, and caters to the native English speaking residents of HK, usually expatriates from developed western countries. I've been an avid reader, and I usually pick up a new copy every Friday. They always come out with interesting articles, but one of this week's article infuriates me to no end.

I love my alma mater, and I love the way I was taught and educated in a liberal arts university. I wear my university credentials like a badge, and although I admit there are some lousy major courses that may have stemmed up during the "experimental" periods where the university is introducing new courses into its curriculum, I let it pass by. Besides, the Atenean education is not about extreme specialization, but the idea of a well rounded, man-for-others outlook and education in life.

Thus to my dismay, I found an article that refers explicitly to my university, and am extremely vexed. Take a look at a chip of the whole article:

Escalator Land
Twenty years after the Mid-Levels Escalator's "Eureka!" moment, our favorite walkway has its own subculture.

Snaking its way through Central is one of the city's most idiosyncratic landmarks. The Mid-Levels Escalator is a tourist attraction, local convenience, and fertile center of a phenomenon that has come to be known as "escalator culture."
Around it, cafes, bars, restaurants, nightclubs, boutiques, wine merchants, serviced apartments, and a fetish shop, have sprung like mushrooms. But its the fascinating characters that ride the moving staircase down in the morning and backup at night that give it life.

[...]

Domestic Helper
Esperanza has a PhD in Child Psychology from Ateneo de Manila University, financed by her absent mother, who also worked in Hong Kong. She has a husband and two teenaged children back in the Philippines, who education she finances, and whom she sees for approximately five days a year on her annual holiday. She is paying to build a house in her home town, which her relatives have managed to put into their own names. Her employers, whom she's been with for eight years, dont know any of this because they've never asked.
Best seen:4pm
Personal Hero: Virgin Mary

I'm sorry to say, but this is a bad way to write an article, especially one that puts a University's name into a stereotype. Unless I have simply blanked out for the past few years, I do not think any university deserves to have their name placed in an article on a foreign magazine that does not seem to know anything about the universities in the Philippines. We know that there is rivalry between Ateneo and La Salle, that the State University is known for its politically inclined and sometimes violent students, but all these are treated as a joke. They may be true, but this doesn't apply to all instances, or maybe even in general. It could be that a few isolated cases has lead to these impressions, but we take it in humor. For a foreign magazine to put stereotyping like that... Well, that's why I'm writing this entry. I'm PISSED.

I do not know about the state of things at Ateneo right now, maybe it has degraded. But it sores me to death that my alma mater is placed in a strange light, for all english speaking expatriates in Hong Kong to see. The next time I get an job interview with an expatriate and mention my alma mater, I will be forever wondering if the interviewer has read this article and think that I may not necessarily be up for the job I'm applying for because I'm from Ateneo de Manila University.

This infuriates me to no end. Someone please stop me from launching a rocket to the author of this article.

PISSED!

TV Show: Dead Like Me

Shame that this tv show has been cancelled by the network that spawned it.

I don't know the reasons, but regardless, I'm disappointed. Its one of the more distinctive shows I've seen so far, and its pretty rich as far as the content goes. Its not merely drama, nor is it merely comedy, its got mystery, but not too much. There's a little bit of horror, but it can't be called in as a horror genre either. When you're like me, who have been watching shows that attract you just because of the twists and turns of the plot without ever having to learn anything from it except that the good guys always win, Dead Like Me would be an interesting change. Its similar to CSI where in CSI you get to learn how mystery deaths are investigated to be able to ferret the truth, but here you get to learn how life should be taken on and find out what's the truth in living.

The premise of the show is the existence of soul reapers. It reminds me a lot of Terry Pratchett's version of death.. there is the Discworld Death, and there is Azrael. Except in this one, instead of having one Death per world, death would actually have mini minions of souls doing his deed. And they're called reapers.

Unfortunately, getting to be a reaper has one important requirement: You have to be dead.

Meet George Lass, college drop out by choice, forced by her mom to wear "funeral clothes" and hoping to find work before the day is out. She gets a job, takes a lunch break, and ends up being snuffed out and blown to bits by a debris (a toilet seat no less) from a Russian space station.

She gets up, finds out she's been chosen by the powers that be to become a reaper. So just by being dead, she gets a new job. She's also joined by 4 veteran reapers set to teach her the ways of the undead world.

The team is headed by Rube, the father figure. Others include Mason, an undead that attempted to savor the experience of getting high while while boring a hole into into head with a heavy duty drilling tool, Roxy, the undead sassy ticket placing police, Daisy, an actress who seem to have slept with countless of famous people during her time. Its a weird jumble of people from all walks of life.

Mind you though, they're not Shaun of the Dead's undead zombies. They don't mindlessly pluck out souls. Instead they get their death assignments from Rube. They're taken in the form of a written post it note with the unfortunate person's first name initial and last name, place of death, and together with the E.T.D; Estimated Time of Death. Pretty organized system, if I say so myself. Of course, it would help if there was a picture of the person going to be reaped; Instead, these reapers go around the city trying to ask people in a non chalant way "Hi, you're really great with these guitars, mind if I take a look at your name? is it A.Simmons?" imagine you were in a concert with a 3 person band that's made up of siblings that all have the same first name initials. "We're actually a band. Hi, I'm Andrew. This is Adrian, and he's Arthur. We're the Simmons brothers." Hehehe. Perfect.

The actress that plays George Lass is Ellen Muth, dubbed the toilet seat girl by her fellow reapers, and she's a change from the fancy characters we all see in tv. She pretty much hits home for being extremely sarcastic, pessimistic and unlikeable. She does actually look extremely average in a weird way, unglamorous to the point of getting near the edge of becoming ugly. The casting definitely hit home with her. And despite the unlikeability, you cant help but be attracted towards her, only because you can simply relate with her situation and her outlook; What's surprising is the way she goes into a transformation from that ugly duckling to a graceful swan. She can morph, and she definitely is right for the role.

Being a show that centers on death, of course there will be deaths. And this show pretty much shows them in its various circumstances; Some die by the gun, some by the accidents, some by mass murders, some by something as innocent as choking, and my favorite, by the swordfish doll that hangs by the corner pub. Everything is played in a deadpan way, "When it happens, it happens." There's no fairness in death, but only (probably) in the afterlife.

Now while death is your day job, the pay really sucks. Fine if there was an afterlife money to spend it with, but while you're still in earth, you'll be living an earthly life. Its pretty much basically the same for a reaper before and after death, except the fact that you get a facial makeover (so people dont recognize you and be scared shitless when they see you across the street) and the capacity of reaping souls. So some reapers end up taking up jobs, and some prey on the people they reap and take over their belongings. But you still get to be evicted if you don't pay rent.

The whole concept is fresh, and despite that it may seem like it will turn out to be a drama of reapers, the show is presented in such a way that you can't help but be interested. Its deadpan humor and wrenching angst between the life the characters had and the afterlife they now lead gives its living viewers the hope to take their chances on the living as much as possible as well as a looking forward for a greater life ahead.

Now death and living doesn't seem so bad, after all.

Ah! What Interesting ____!

Helloooo... Lets play a game... You know those fill in the blanks when you were in grade school? Here's something similar. Its fill in the blanks guessing game. Just for the curious and insane:

I'm just really facinated by these (1)s____ I saw them last Tuesday! Its the first time I've ever seen (2)s___ like these. They come in handy esp with certain types of (3)s___s. I've never seen these until my sister in law told me about them. Its really useful for everybody, but particularly people with (4)s____y (5)f___. We dont want to (6)st__k up our (7)s___s, now do we.

Here, take a look!



Can you guess what it is?

Is it the filling inside certain types of teddy bears? Is it football padding? Is it a underwear padding? is it a new material for bulletproof vests? Is it an ear muff? Powder puff? Is it a head band for li'l ol tiger here?



Do you want to find out now?

Ok? I'm going to let the cat out of the bag now.

Are you ready?

The girls out there might have an idea what they are. The guys might be a bit baffled. I know at least I was, at first. So, here are the answers:

(1) ock (2) ocks (3) hoe (4) weat (5) eet (6) in (7) hoe

Can you believe that? Its really weird, but its actually useful. I'm not really sure how many people use these.. I'm on the lookout for people right now, actually. Nowadays I have my face head down, checking out people's feet. How about we tally up how many people we see wearing them? They're kind of hard to detect by the way. Ill probably put up a picture sometime when I have it on so you'll get the idea. But for now, you'll just have to do with your imagination.

This is really a nifty thing.

Food Train

Quaker Oatmeal Square make great snacks. Add quick rolled oats, flax seeds and dump hot milk and stir. Have cold milk, with mashed banana. Peel banana and scoop up a spoonful of peanut butter on and bite. Spread peanut butter and jelly on bread. Toast bread and add condensed milk on top. Have milk, add cracked egg, stir and microwave. Runny lightly cooked sunny side up egg together with tangy ketchup. Ketchup carefully added on a line on top of frenched fries. French fries in between hamburger buns together with 100% beef patty , tomato and lettuce. Wash rockette lettuce, cube square ham, plop sweet cherry tomatoes, sprinkle truffle oil, add vinegrate and toss together with a bit of olive oil. Olive oil and apple cider interesting dressing in green salad, made up of tomatoes, cucumber and ginger. Knife ginger, add honey, squeeze lemon, add hot water. Drink water am thirsty.

The end. Have a nice day.

Testing Pics!

Would you like to test that?

I think this would a good entry to remember in case I want to remember how to put pictures in different sides of this entry space, as well as figure out paragraphs.

Testing pic! Thats me... there! there! see?? see??

(If anyone is remotely interested, this picture is taken during a good friend's wedding. See that pretty girl over there? That's not me. Or is it? Owing to the nature of the web, the picture may or may not necessarily be me. So is this picture. For all you know this may be a picture of a friend of mine and I'm just taking over her life. I wonder... *spacing out*)

OMG this is really great I just figured out how to place the text at the side of this pic.

I think I'm starting to sound pathetic. Ok I'll stop here... soon. Thank you very much! I wonder what will happen if this text goes over the floor of this picture. ok-ay, ill just keep on typing until I figure out what will REALLY happen. Here it is! Whoaaaalllla!

Photos not working

Darn it, it doesnt seem to work. Let me try something else.

Testing Me Photos..

The Sweet Anemone In My Cup

Is it pretty..... or pretty disgusting?

I'll leave you to decide on the picture.

Its actually jasmine tea ... usually its just the leaves, but this fancy little packet boasts having a nice pretty flower in your cup while you drink. Brought from Shanghai by my one of my colleagues.

Honestly though, every time I drink from my cup, I feel like its going to bite back. It looks like a very dangerous sea anemone/wicked sea urchin. Either way, I feel like I'm going to get poisoned drinking from my cup.

Short Trip to the Pantry

What stuff you can learn and experience with an innocent trip to the office pantry.

Here I was jugging both my empty cups to the pantry, going for a water refill (the pantry's a long way off now that the IT team have moved beside the CEO's office two months ago. So now I've decided to have two cups to halve the long trips to the pantry), and bumped into one of my colleagues. She was in front of the microwave, and it seems like she was heating something in it.

With an attempt to be jolly and social, I put on a big smile.

"Hey its afternoon, what are you cooking?"

"I'm kinda hungry, and I'm warming milk."

She sure seemed hungry. She was very intently looking straight at the microwave while i stood beside the water dispenser filling up my first empty cup. Nope, not looking at me. She must be really hungry.

Putting up with another shot to be friendly (and also to break the silence - the water is not even filled up half of my first cup yet, and she is just staring at the microwave. I do not like silences.) I asked,

"Milk relieves hunger?"

It must be the distraction that I was doing to her.. but she eventually tore her eyes from the microwave and answered "Its ok." Ting! Microwaving finished. She stood up, grabbed a spoon in her hand, opened the microwave, and started stirring it.

"Hey! there's white stuff on your milk!"

She looked at me, stared at the contents, and her head came back up, saying, "Yes. Eggs."

"Milk with eggs? Wow that's new! do you add anything with it before you microwave it? salt? sugar? What does it taste like? I never had that before, that sounds interesting!"

"I got the habit from a ex-colleague of mine. She says this is good for your skin and complexion.."

OK. She said she was hungry, and now the drink is for her skin and complexion. I was just starting at my second cup at this point. I thought what she just said about skin and complexion sounded funny, and I immediately voiced out the first thing that came to mind:

"Wait, i know eggs you put on your face, and milk they say you can take a bath with for good complexion, but drinking them together has the same effect???"

Hmm. Wait. That sounds like I just pushed everything she told me down her throat.

But thankfully she was nice, so she just laughed.

By this time my second cup was filling up fast, so to wrap up the situation, and to make up for what i just did (and also satisfy my growing curiosity)

"... That's really interesting! *Big Smile* I think I'd like to try it tomorrow, thanks! "

Smile (Again).

I've never had eggs in warmed milk before. It sounds kinda fancy. I'm REALLY going to try it out tomorrow. (Has anyone ever tried it before?)

Stay tuned, folks.

Post-Blog Entry

Now that I've reread my post regarding the shoes, I thought that I sound like a friggin' stupid chronic shopaholic. I'd like to formally announce that I am not a clothes-shoes-bags shopaholic. Or any shopaholic for that matter. It only happens once every year. Just like a holiday. There's no particular date, except only when certain celestial bodies align themselves and heaven declares that my boyfriend break up with me or my mom decides to intrude into my privacy or something of the like.

For the record, I rarely shop for clothes or shoes and I tend to stick to my old comfortable shirts just because I hate to mingle with so many people at malls and I like to save my money to buy better things. What those better things are, I dont have a list yet. Trips to barber shops where I ask them to shave all my hair off, perhaps.

Shoe Hunting Spree

I just managed to get myself 5 pairs of shoes last Saturday.

Apparently, its not normal to get 5 paris of shoes in a shot, especially when it comes from just one shop. This comes as a revelation as I talk about it with my girl friends. I was planning to get at most three pairs, since I've been insanely running out of things to wear (most of my shoes are boots or very out of fashion and dont match with my clothes anymore) and thinking than rather getting new clothes to match the shoes i have existing, I'd rather have shoes to match. Besides, i've never had decent office shoes before; I might as well get one now. (and you wonder what i kind of shoes wear when i go to my office everyday..)

First and foremost I made the conscious decision to get shoes that are comfortable. Nothing beats comfort, as you attempt to walk about the office the whole day with spanking corporate-looking high heeled shoes killing your feet. one of the main reasons why I dont have proper office shoes; actually I have one at home, but I've barely used it because it was killing me.

Cheap shoes does that to you, but sometimes even branded ones do that too. I knew i just had to pick the right brands, and I already has 2 shops in mind. They're higher ended shops. Even the average branded shops just dont give that kind of quality and comfort to the wearer; I suspect most of them are cheaply made and not very well designed enough for these shops to be able to cater such a wide variety of styles without minding user comfort.

So i came up into one of the shops.. and picked out 3. I was just intending to get 2, but seeing that they were having a 40% off sale (this shop rarely discounts their products, thus to my glee i find them having such a big discount... well, you know the rest) Then the sales person mentioned that you can actually get a discount card once you get 5 pairs of shoes. Seeing that all 3 of the shoes i picked were office shoes, i figured, sure, why not get 2 more. Casual ones. But i told myself, after this, im not going to be buying shoes for some time anymore.

So i ended up with 5 pairs.

Honestly, i thought it was a deal. Actually, it is. They're all the most comfortable shoes I've bought since one given to me by my boyfriend like.. oh,... 5 years ago?I thought that this was way normal..

But hehe, i guess it might exactly be normal. I should've kept in mind that my mind differs somewhat from the average person, seeing that I have my own little world that I'm living in inside my head.

Ah, but comfortable shoes are still comfortable shoes.

Heavenly.