A Long Long Time Ago

I was really touched when Jon told me recently that he still checks my blog to see whether I've uploaded the picture of us at mass call which I promised in my last post some three or so months ago.

I've hijacked PoBe's computer for tonight (read: uploading will not take eons like it does on Lenny), so here it is:
And, for those of you who didn't already know, we got engaged on National Day this year when Kit Chan was singing Home. During the second verse, to be exact.

As if I needed another reason for Kit Chan and Dick Lee to be on my list of all-time favourite musicians.

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It's also fitting that I blog today - further to D2's pink toothbrush escapade, at Cold Storage whatever building it's called (it's not China Square; it's right opposite my office and I don't even know what it's called) I had the following exchange with him today (D1 was also a party to the same, but he didn't make any comments. Oh the wonders of BBM).

D2: I told me mum my toothbrush was bad
She said ok, she will buy for me
She went out and bought me a pink toothbrush
Now I have TWO pink toothbrushes

Chloeeeeeee: U can't hide from them la its your destiny :)
Hahahaaahaahaaaa
Betrayed by your own mother.

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My favourite Meiji biscuits made a comeback in the office pantry recently. The tea lady has showed me the locked cupboard where they're kept, but not where the key is stashed, unfortunately and for good reason.

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My BlackBerry is named Barry.

Email Exchange of Two Weeks Ago

Right, I know I promised Mass Call pictures of Jon and I, and it's been almost 3 weeks since it occurred (do you actually care?).

Well, here is the Email Exchange of Two Weeks Ago to make up for it, I guarantee it's worth it. And I will upload at least a picture of Jon and Me at Mass Call, soon.

D2, to D1 and me:
http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601087&sid=a1Rw9iT.CkZA&pos=9

Japanese men let their wives dole out pocket money to them every month

D1: absurdity. pussies!

Me: I think it's a marvellous practice (although jon holds the only atm card to our joint account) [aside: yes, we have a joint account!]

D2: At this point, [D1] will say that jon is a worthy example of all men :)

D1: what about me? I sub [my girlfriend's] credit cards. HAHAHA

Me: PUSSY

D1: [D2].. pls defend me. chloe called me a pussy!

Self-explanatory.

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In other news, I lost Phoney!!! Left him on a cab, and when I called the cab company one hour later to find out if he was still around, they couldn't find him anymore.

I'm using PoBe's 2100 now, which he couldn't use for army because his fingers were too fat for the buttons.

My father's comment on it all?

Phonesey, dotz. Why wasn't his name Phonesey?

This, from the man who sent me about 3 Internet SMSes during the week (he was in KL, and he doesn't have a handphone) asking me how Mazzie was (please tell me you know who Mazzie is). I told him to have some respect for the departed.

"Phonesey" actually looks pretty cool though, on second thought. Kinda like you can pronounce it "Fou-Ne-See".

Happy Father's Day, Dad!

(By the way, Mazzie is our MAZda. He used to spell it "Muzzie," I don't know why he's suddenly bent on getting the names more accurate.)

I've already thought of a name for the BlackBerry we will be getting soon. Stay tuned.

Last Week

More to keep myself sane than from any great desire to have many readers, I'm going to continue blogging about random events that take place in my increasingly boring life. As you will notice, these random events are beginning to become a trifle office based, and centre around the same few idi- sorry, people.

Anyhow, last week's random event was that D, the other one (I shall call them D1 and D2 hereafter on my blog, D1 being the taller of the two; references in this post are to D2), bought a hot pink toothbrush entirely by accident and was most distressed by it thereafter because he felt that people would think he was, you know, poufy.

He really did buy it by accident. He picked it up at Cold Storage China Square, expounded at length about how he could not see himself buying a pink toothbrush, and then proceeded to the cashier with the same hot pink toothbrush in hand. None of us realised it. Really!

My, we are getting old.

P also told us, over chicken rice, about a book that he's been reading in preparation for marriage. The contents of said book are not suitable for discussion in a public forum such as this, but in short - even though it's written by Christians for Christians, as Jon pointed out when I told him about it (I could barely get the words out, I was laughing so hard): What's the difference between that and GQ?

It is good to be young and learning new and exciting things everyday (yes, refer to above paragraph on P's recent reading material). Thank God for that.

The resident Judicial Manager has also decided to leave our great company. I rang him during the week after he sent this really touching (for him) farewell email (he later told Jon some of his colleagues rang him with "tears in their eyes") and emailed him for the last time at his office email address with the lyrics of that great 张学友 classic:

若有缘， 有缘就能期待明天
我们重逢在那灿烂的季节

So long as there is fate, we will be able to look forward to tomorrow
We will meet again in that glorious season

Of course I don't believe in fate, but for the purposes of saying farewell to someone who's helped to maintain my level of sanity these past few hectic months, someone who's just as fond as I am of writing out the lyrics of Mandarin pop songs when seized by the need to doodle, it was perfect.

Judicial Manager, I will not forget the week I had lunch with you three times in a row because we had no other friends. See you again in that glorious season - when you queue up to buy fish soup for all of us because you're moving near there and the queue is always horrendously long.

Saturday Night

Jon's gone off to India, and I'm still up doing what I have to do. Don't particularly mind, though I would like to get some sleep.