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The boys scared the crap outta me yesterday afternoon. They saw the mailman parked his truck across the street. I was making coffee for the next day and I literary jumped when they barked at the mailman. When I turned around, I saw the hair on their backs all standing up and so was their tails, growling. Walked over to the front door and the mailman rang the door bell. I saw this big parcel and saw Singapore Post. Right away I knew I got food from my sister!!! Yehhhhhh!!!! Ain’t she nice?? She is just swell!!
Opened up the parcel and read her note first. She wants to thank me for getting her clothes from Victoria’s Secret. In return, she sent me “fertilizers”. She thinks I’m too skinny!! :) Dielah, gotta buy more new clothes :)
Here are the items in the parcel:
- Instant noodles. She knows how much I love instant noodles. Lazy man’s cooking.
- A St Michael’s shirt for DB which he loves it. Great color. He said “Yes! Thank you very much….”
- The Asian style potato chips. Opened it right away.
- 2 boxes of organic cookies from St Michael’s. Didn’t try that yet. I was too busy with the others. DB took them to work this morning. He said they were very good.
- A bottle of chilie shrimp paste. Can’t wait to stink up the house!
- Couple packets of instant spices. Another lazy man’s way of cooking.
- A bag of plums, the chinese kind. Always brings back a lot of memories of the old chinese medical halls in Ipoh.
- A big bag of chillied tapioca chips. DB’s favorite. He said don’t even open it if not they will be gone.
- A big bag of stinky smelly chewy sotong (cuttle fish or squid as the Americans call it). So good. DB told me not to go near him when I eat them things.
- Another big bag of the stinky cuttle fish. This type has sugar on them. Oh, man, I missed eating them. I chomped them down but, of course, not the whole bag. Gotta leave some for some other day.
- Last and the best of all is this chewy, stinky, smelly cuttle fish. I remember buying them in satay sticks. This bag is just full of this sticky thing without the fuss of the satay sticks. I ate this the most. Almost half the content were gone.
Of course my dinner was really light. I was actually full when it came to dinner. DB asked if I want some ice-cream for dessert, I had to say no to him. I was already stuffed.
The boys had some share, too, but not the sugary ones. Dogs are dogs, they eat anything, but I still refuse to give them anything with sugar.
They sniffed out the entire parcel before I could even opened it. Then they laid on each side of the parcel. Once it was opened, they both got up and had to sniffed out each item. I had to push them out of the way but I thought why not test them if they will try mawing them bags. I let them sniffed and they used their snouts to move the packets around. It took about a good 3-4 minutes waiting for them to snoop. My patience was like about to burst! They didn’t grab any of the bags. All they did was snooped. Good job. I opened up the first bag – Malaysian style potato chips……..mhmmmmmm, yummy. All the memories of back home.
I guess I am really a fire cracker. DB said I am one fiery one. I’m mighty hot-tempered. My fuse is so short, it can explode within seconds and my patience is, you know the answer.
I am the above because that’s what my “mentor” said about me, too. Not just DB, my mentor said I’m super short fused; a friend of mine, who is a Filipino, said the same thing. Outsiders are the best judges.
When I think about all these – about my fiery temper, I do feel bad. Can I say I take on my mom since I looks and acts like her so much? Come to think of it, my dad was a hot-tempered person, too, when I was younger. He has since mellowed so much from the days I was still in school to the day I left the family home 11 years ago.
The funny thing is all of them said if I had a kid, it would tame me hell a lot. I don’t think so, I told each of them. The kid would be dead before he/she could see the world. DB, of course, said “That would not happen with me around” and he gave me that killer look.
The best was this conversation I had with my “mentor”. She said I should have a kid to change my perspective in life, I will be smarter, I won’t take things for granted, my don’t-give-a-damn-attitude will change to the opposite, learn to care for others, and I will learn to accept patience.
Maybe it’s true it will change me but for now, I’m just gonna try lengthening the fuse a little at a time. My “mentor” asked me this question since she knows I have no relatives in this country. ”Aren’t you afraid to be alone when DB’s gone, who’s gonna take care of you?” I told her, I don’t know the answers to her these questions. Probably I will leave it into God’s hands.
Right now, I will take care of my imperfections first.
I got this from DB’s niece:
Handle every situation like a dog would.
If you can’t eat it or screw it,
Piss on it and walk away!
Have a fabulous weekend, folks!
Do you have those days where you don’t want to talk to anyone, want them to leave you alone and to mind yours and theirs own business?
I don’t want to be at work right now, don’t want to do anything because I’m throwing out all the negativity in me on everything I do and touch!!!
I have work to do now. The HRIS reports came in yesterday afternoon about an hour before I hit the road. Been here since 6 this morning and I have not done anything except read emails, news, blogs, check for any paid post and my checking account (pay day today, that’s a plus) and try to mess around with my domain php files. No freaking clue what all these php files are and how to add codes or scripts to my WP template, or widgets. Guess what I will be doing this weekend??
Got done yepping with my “mentor”. Bullshit about everything and bitched what my manager sent her. Then again, she preached that DB and I should go to church and pray.
“Let the good Lord guide you.”
OK, we will get right on it this Sunday!
S’pose I better get back to my reports since I only have 3.5 hours to go?
