On the weekend I cracked a mood and decided that I wanted a nice sparkling, gleaming shower. Lately it has become a bit scummy as I haven’t been cleaning as often as I’d like. So there I was on hands and knees happily squirting Shower Power (good stuff!) all over the place and using an old toothbrush to scrub the corners of the grime, partially getting high from all the fumes. In my enthusiasm I forgot that I was directly under the soap holder. The stainless steel soap holder that has been permanently fixed to the wall of the shower, the soap holder where I reach out for my soap everyday, and most importantly has always been there – never been moved. So I went to stand up and “WHACK!” the back of my head connected with the steel – I think I almost saw stars I hit myself on the head THAT hard. Actually, when I think about it, as my head connected with the holder it was probably more of a “DOOONG” sound…..if you can imagine an empty coconut with no juices hitting the holder thingy, making a hollow sound, yeah that’s my brain…empty most of the time.
I stood there, half dazed and then felt my head start throbbing. That wasn’t all. I had gotten up so that I could turn around and clean the other corner. So I think I must have still been dazed because as I turned round to squat at the other corner of the shower “POKE! OUCH WHAT THE F##(*&%#(!”. I had squatted down right on to my opened bottle of Shower Power. If I had moved a bit more to the left it would have gone right up my bum!!. I am a heifer because the plastic tip of the bottle had scrapped away some skin. It started stinging after a while and when I had finished cleaning I had to stick a band aid over the scrape. I was bleeding. The worst part was having to bend over, look over my shoulder at the mirror to try to stick the band aid on. If there was a hidden camera in my bathroom whoever is spying on me would be pissing themselves, on the floor even, at the sight of me trying to put this damn band aid on my bum.
Then in the car for the rest of the weekend, I’d forget that I have this lump at the back of my head, lean back on to the headrest and remind myself “OUCH DAMMIT F*((#%(#!” That lump is still there.
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This is how dysfunctional I can be. The other half ‘surprised’ me with a 5 yr anniversary gift. Of course I hadn’t prepared in advance and hadn’t gotten anything for him. I am very slack when it comes to anniversaries, birthdays etc. So when he presented me with that baby blue box and white ribbon I knew straightaway what I could get him. Of course the gift was beautiful as it always is from this place of the baby blue boxes and white ribbons. More please. He he he. Next day, I did my shopping for his gift and when he picked me up, I TAH DAH! ‘SURPRISED’ him with his own baby blue box and white ribbon. But wait, there’s more. Not only did I get him a gift, but I also bought something else for myself! I just couldn’t resist. That is why I am dysfunctional. I wonder, did I go in to buy something for him, or was I going in for myself. So this weekend I am all baby blue boxed out. I managed to score for myself a new necklace (from him) and a new ring (from me to…me). He has his goodies too. I will be crying in anticipation of my cc bill this month.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006
The one about my inner psycho
I organized a dinner on Friday night with some friends. The restaurant that we all agreed on has decent, reasonable priced dishes which explains its popularity. Earlier on during the week I called up and made the booking, reserving a table at 7.30pm. We all turned up at 7.30pm only to be told by the waiter ‘we thought you were coming at 6.30pm – your booking was at 6.30pm’. I am certain that I did not make the booking for 6.30pm as I was coming from work and no way was I, or anyone else able to make it to the restaurant by 6.30pm from our respective offices. As expected on a Friday night the place was packed and the manager told us that we would have to wait for a table and he threw in a ‘Next time please call us if you are going to be late’ with a condescending smile. I could feel steam coming out of my ears. Not only had they stuffed up our booking but this guy had the nerve to assume that it was our fault. Did it ever occur to you that your staff may have made the mistake? Before my head exploded I replied firmly and politely with ‘Excuse me but I don’t think it’s a matter of us being late – there must have been a miscommunication and you have booked our table for 6.30pm instead of 7.30pm’. The manager's smile became a bit frozen after that because I don’t think he expected us, or rather me, to stand up for our selves. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the mouth of a dinner companion drop open. Said dinner companion is the meek, non confrontational type. He is also very cantonese and I could see the thoughts flashing through his mind "Tiu did she just tell the manager off?!! Double tiu they are going to spit in our food and they are going to make us wait even longer. I'm so hungry already what does this silly girl think she is doing."
I suppose with a restaurant that popular the staff couldn’t care less about filling tables as there are always customers with empty stomachs lining outside your door. So its no biggie to this guy if we wait or not. As with a lot of Cantonese/Chinese restaurants, a listing of reservations for the night is made on a separate piece of paper to the diary and I suspect this is where the mistake has been made. Whoever made the list incorrectly booked us for 6.30pm as I distinctly remember the person whom I made the booking with confirm it was for 7.30pm.
So…rather than giving these people our $$ we left and ate somewhere else because the place was packed and it could be another 30mins before we got a table. And also because I don’t take kindly to being told that it was our mistake when I am positive it is not. Plus plus plus, I know what goes on in restaurants being an ex-waitress and who knows whether our crab noodles with ginger and shallots might be tinged with extra ‘salt’. Yum. I might be crazy but I am not dumb. Although, some might argue that I am as who knows whether they have pinned up my photo in the kitchen with instructions to put 'extra special ingredients' when I next dine there.
We still got to eat our crab noodles with ginger and shallots at another place down the road so all in all, a good night. Don’t think I will be going back to evil restaurant. Too busy that they can’t even get my booking right, and staff have just become too arrogant. Serves that guy right for trying to tell me off. Don’t think you can tell me I’m wrong and get away with it. I have an inner psycho that doesn't come out as often as it used to. But when it appears, I am sure my second head looks damn ugly and you might up having nightmares after a confrontation with me. But please don't think I am real tough or a meanie. After all, someone who posts photos of cute dogs can't be all that bad..right?
I suppose with a restaurant that popular the staff couldn’t care less about filling tables as there are always customers with empty stomachs lining outside your door. So its no biggie to this guy if we wait or not. As with a lot of Cantonese/Chinese restaurants, a listing of reservations for the night is made on a separate piece of paper to the diary and I suspect this is where the mistake has been made. Whoever made the list incorrectly booked us for 6.30pm as I distinctly remember the person whom I made the booking with confirm it was for 7.30pm.
So…rather than giving these people our $$ we left and ate somewhere else because the place was packed and it could be another 30mins before we got a table. And also because I don’t take kindly to being told that it was our mistake when I am positive it is not. Plus plus plus, I know what goes on in restaurants being an ex-waitress and who knows whether our crab noodles with ginger and shallots might be tinged with extra ‘salt’. Yum. I might be crazy but I am not dumb. Although, some might argue that I am as who knows whether they have pinned up my photo in the kitchen with instructions to put 'extra special ingredients' when I next dine there.
We still got to eat our crab noodles with ginger and shallots at another place down the road so all in all, a good night. Don’t think I will be going back to evil restaurant. Too busy that they can’t even get my booking right, and staff have just become too arrogant. Serves that guy right for trying to tell me off. Don’t think you can tell me I’m wrong and get away with it. I have an inner psycho that doesn't come out as often as it used to. But when it appears, I am sure my second head looks damn ugly and you might up having nightmares after a confrontation with me. But please don't think I am real tough or a meanie. After all, someone who posts photos of cute dogs can't be all that bad..right?
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
What have I achieved so far?
It has recently hit me that we are now in the dying moments of 2006. What have I done with my life this year of the Dog? Apart from making our BIGGEST EVER FINANCIAL COMMITMENT ie. buying a house, everything else seems to be falling in to place. There has also been a lot of growing up by the other half. Life has become one big cycle. Wake up, work, eat, sleep, potter round the house, see weekends flash by and come Monday think where did the weekend go???!! Have parents and friends constantly asking so when are you guys planning on having a baby? (answer: I don’t know). What happened to those years when I could go out as late as I want and still wake up and function normally the next day? Hang out with the friends whenever we had a free moment – now the majority have settled all over the world. Eat anything what I want and still fit comfortably in to those jeans. And most importantly when the boobs were still nice and perky. Nowadays it feels like the knees are chanting please come down and play with us.
This year has been particularly difficult for me compared to recent years. Whether you believe is or not, in the Chinese horoscope, the dog is the least compatible with my animal sign. Hence this year of the dog proved to be quite frustrating at times. This could be why it felt like this year was one filled with roadblocks, huge bumps and some major obstacles. As much as I want to keep on pushing ahead, nothing has been going my way so I end up getting very frustrated and myself and the situation. However I still remind myself that there are others in far worst situations than me. I was once told by a face reader that whilst I will experience some fairly big shit in my lifetime, fate has determined that I will always fall on my feet, and things will not always be as bad as it could be. Others won’t be as fortunate.
Finally I realize that my relationship with my sister has improved significantly this year. Perhaps it me changing and mellowing, maybe she’s changing. But things are much better now than they ever were.
This year has been particularly difficult for me compared to recent years. Whether you believe is or not, in the Chinese horoscope, the dog is the least compatible with my animal sign. Hence this year of the dog proved to be quite frustrating at times. This could be why it felt like this year was one filled with roadblocks, huge bumps and some major obstacles. As much as I want to keep on pushing ahead, nothing has been going my way so I end up getting very frustrated and myself and the situation. However I still remind myself that there are others in far worst situations than me. I was once told by a face reader that whilst I will experience some fairly big shit in my lifetime, fate has determined that I will always fall on my feet, and things will not always be as bad as it could be. Others won’t be as fortunate.
Finally I realize that my relationship with my sister has improved significantly this year. Perhaps it me changing and mellowing, maybe she’s changing. But things are much better now than they ever were.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Funny dad
I was thinking of my dad and a conversation we had last night. Most of the time he has a very dry sense of humour and unfortunately his children sometimes find him a source of amusement. Unfortunate because we really shouldnt be laughing at him. But its hard not to sometimes. My brother and I have been the biggest culprits since we were little. We would look at each other over the dinner table and try not to laugh when he makes some obscure but funny comment. Lately, as my parents edge closer to qualifying for a pensioner card, this twosome of my brother and I has extended to include my mom, who will also catch our eye behind my dad’s back and make funny faces at us. I think she is also loosening up a little in her old age. Some funny moments of my dad over the past years that stand out in my mind..
There was a time when both my dad and myself worked in the city so I would catch a lift with him to the train station. My dad gets very anxious when he is driving to meet a deadline, so catching the train was no exception. We were running late so had to park the car and rush to catch the train. I made my way past the ticket machines when I heard a loud “HAIIIIYAH!”. It was my dad, all flustered from rushing, looking for his train ticket amongst his pockets. I wanted to laugh because Haiyah is so chinaman. Anyway, he found his ticket and we caught our train. The looks on people’s faces when he screamed out “Haiyah” at the barriers. Priceless.
Dad to KFC Chick: Can I get some tissues please?
KFC Chick: Some serviettes?
Dad to KFC Chick: No, Tissues
McD’s Chick: Is that to dine in?
Dad: No, eat here.
Dad driving while mom plays the nagivator.
Mom: Turn left, then left again, then first right.
Dad: OK, so do I turn right here?
Mom: No! Turn left first before you turn right.
Dad: Right here?
Mom: NO! Left here, look we just missed it, now you might have to turn back.
Dad: Haiyah
Mom: Don’t haiyah me!
I never knew my dad could be such a clown. In saying that, he is someone that I give my full respect to. When I was younger we used to have a rocky relationship, I think mainly because we are both very much alike. We are both stubborn and hate to admit that we are wrong. Now that I am older and hopefully a little more wiser, we get along quite well.
There was a time when both my dad and myself worked in the city so I would catch a lift with him to the train station. My dad gets very anxious when he is driving to meet a deadline, so catching the train was no exception. We were running late so had to park the car and rush to catch the train. I made my way past the ticket machines when I heard a loud “HAIIIIYAH!”. It was my dad, all flustered from rushing, looking for his train ticket amongst his pockets. I wanted to laugh because Haiyah is so chinaman. Anyway, he found his ticket and we caught our train. The looks on people’s faces when he screamed out “Haiyah” at the barriers. Priceless.
Dad to KFC Chick: Can I get some tissues please?
KFC Chick: Some serviettes?
Dad to KFC Chick: No, Tissues
McD’s Chick: Is that to dine in?
Dad: No, eat here.
Dad driving while mom plays the nagivator.
Mom: Turn left, then left again, then first right.
Dad: OK, so do I turn right here?
Mom: No! Turn left first before you turn right.
Dad: Right here?
Mom: NO! Left here, look we just missed it, now you might have to turn back.
Dad: Haiyah
Mom: Don’t haiyah me!
I never knew my dad could be such a clown. In saying that, he is someone that I give my full respect to. When I was younger we used to have a rocky relationship, I think mainly because we are both very much alike. We are both stubborn and hate to admit that we are wrong. Now that I am older and hopefully a little more wiser, we get along quite well.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Breathe
Reminder to oneself.
You are not going nuts. You are right eventhough you have not asserted yourself as much this time round. Silent and deadly. You are not about to blow your top. Through life you must know that God will sometimes put obstacles and retarded people in your way to test your patience and teach you tolerance. Do not react unneccesarily, you are just going to add new wrinkles to your face and deepen existing lines. Then you might as well not buy those great skin care products and instead spend your hard earned dosh on bling bling instead. Just imagine how much bling bling you would have by now. Just let it go.
You are not going nuts. You are right eventhough you have not asserted yourself as much this time round. Silent and deadly. You are not about to blow your top. Through life you must know that God will sometimes put obstacles and retarded people in your way to test your patience and teach you tolerance. Do not react unneccesarily, you are just going to add new wrinkles to your face and deepen existing lines. Then you might as well not buy those great skin care products and instead spend your hard earned dosh on bling bling instead. Just imagine how much bling bling you would have by now. Just let it go.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Excited
I’m excited
Today I received this email from the people that run the obedience training that my little doggie attends:
"DOGGIE BRAND has asked me to provide some dogs as head-shots for their new product range. Photos were taken a few weeks back & I forwarded these to DOGGIE BRAND which has short-listed the dogs below. If you are interested please reply to this e-mail with a contact phone number.
S- Australian Shepherd
R- Sheltie
B- (not sure of name) White & Tan Pomeranian
L- Brown Spoodle
S - Black & Tan Retriever
S - Westie <========THAT'S US!!
G - Bearded Collie
O - Cream Cocker Spaniel"
I have seen this DOGGIE BRAND on shelves at the supermarkets, at Safeway and at Coles, although I must confess that I buy another brand of dog food.
A few weeks ago I took the bear to his obedience class and a lady asked if she could take a photo of him. I didn’t think anything of it at the time but it must have been for this. As this is totally unexpected I am quite excited about it. Now I think I know how moms feel when entering their babies in competitions. I am not going to expect much from this as there is another label (My dog) that uses a west highland terrier in all their marketing and advertising material. So we will just turn up and get a free hamper for bear. BTW if they do end up slapping your dog on the label you get some more freebies. Just like most people out there, I love freebies!! So I will be looking forward to this. Am just deluded by the idea that my little bear could be the next Imelda (from my dog). My mom always tell me I have an active imagination. Fingers crossed! We are aiming for more freebies than not.
Today I received this email from the people that run the obedience training that my little doggie attends:
"DOGGIE BRAND has asked me to provide some dogs as head-shots for their new product range. Photos were taken a few weeks back & I forwarded these to DOGGIE BRAND which has short-listed the dogs below. If you are interested please reply to this e-mail with a contact phone number.
S- Australian Shepherd
R- Sheltie
B- (not sure of name) White & Tan Pomeranian
L- Brown Spoodle
S - Black & Tan Retriever
S - Westie <========THAT'S US!!
G - Bearded Collie
O - Cream Cocker Spaniel"
I have seen this DOGGIE BRAND on shelves at the supermarkets, at Safeway and at Coles, although I must confess that I buy another brand of dog food.
A few weeks ago I took the bear to his obedience class and a lady asked if she could take a photo of him. I didn’t think anything of it at the time but it must have been for this. As this is totally unexpected I am quite excited about it. Now I think I know how moms feel when entering their babies in competitions. I am not going to expect much from this as there is another label (My dog) that uses a west highland terrier in all their marketing and advertising material. So we will just turn up and get a free hamper for bear. BTW if they do end up slapping your dog on the label you get some more freebies. Just like most people out there, I love freebies!! So I will be looking forward to this. Am just deluded by the idea that my little bear could be the next Imelda (from my dog). My mom always tell me I have an active imagination. Fingers crossed! We are aiming for more freebies than not.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Double Dumb
So, I was up at Ballarat for the weekend at a friend’s farm. The other half likes to speed, a very bad and careless habit, and has racked up a number of speeding fines on his license. It normally takes about 1 and a half hours to drive up to Ballarat from Melbourne, and I think we did this journey in 1 hour. No matter how many times I tell him to slow down, he still puts that foot down. I am beginning to sound like a broken record. There is a stretch of road which everyone seems to like speeding on, so we were barreling down this hilly and bumpy road at 160kms. Afterward he turns to me and says, hey I think the car just bottomed out, I had the pedal all the way to the floor and it just didn’t move anymore. Well, yeah if you hit a cow crossing the road I don’t think YOU’D be moving anymore either!!! And besides what do you expect from a car that’s 14 years young with its life lowered out of it so that every bump on the road feels like a jab up your bum.
Apart from that it was relaxing, nothing much to do except laze around, walk to the dam, catch yabbies, sidestepping goat shit on the ground, gossip with the chicks, eat eat and more eat. The guys built a campfire at night and we had toasted marshmellows. It was only after we left the farm and I was checking out the photos from my camera that I realized how dumb I was. Took photos of a friend’s dog, dog and more dog. There was none of the actual farm itself. D’oh.
Please stop stalking me.
I need to stop being fixated on just one thing. The dog was just too cute. Was trying to take some panoramic shots of the city skyline while driving over the Westgate bridge on the way home but that didnt work either. Double d’oh.
Apart from that it was relaxing, nothing much to do except laze around, walk to the dam, catch yabbies, sidestepping goat shit on the ground, gossip with the chicks, eat eat and more eat. The guys built a campfire at night and we had toasted marshmellows. It was only after we left the farm and I was checking out the photos from my camera that I realized how dumb I was. Took photos of a friend’s dog, dog and more dog. There was none of the actual farm itself. D’oh.
Please stop stalking me.
I need to stop being fixated on just one thing. The dog was just too cute. Was trying to take some panoramic shots of the city skyline while driving over the Westgate bridge on the way home but that didnt work either. Double d’oh.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
The I-love-myself
Today I had lunch with a colleague. While we were happily chatting away a male "I-love-myself" sat on the table next to us.
Observations on this particular specimen of "I-love'myself":
- Tell the whole word loudly that you are gunning for a job that pays "two and a half k more than what i'm currently on"
- Loudly answer to a question about how you met your new gf "Well, you'd be surprised but we actually met through our personal trainer". D'oh. You mean you actually stopped checking yourself out in the mirror while working out at the gym to say hello to someone other than yourself?
- Making a scene when your gf arrives by greeting her, making it a point to introduce "Susie" to everyone on your table AND THEN, telling Susie, look you go sit over next to James at the end of the table because there's a spare seat there. And the seat wasn't even next to the I-Lurrrveee-Myself!!! Hello, I thought she was your gf.
- Constantly looking towards our table BEFORE your chick arrives hoping that we are able to hear what you are saying and hoping to catch our eye. What a loser.
- Bitchily telling someone who is trying to sit at your table because every other table at the joint is occupied that "sorry we've reserved this table, and yes! all the chairs are taken". What with the attitude?
Finally, dead giveaway of an I-Love-Myself = wearing a polo top with the collar turned up under your designer denim jacket.
Usually I dont care either way if you wish to turn the collar up on your polo top, hey whatever you are comfy with, and I do like a well cut denim jacket. But this guy...sure sign of a I-Love-myself. For some reason, this person really irritated me today. I was just trying to enjoy a nice quiet lunch.
Observations on this particular specimen of "I-love'myself":
- Tell the whole word loudly that you are gunning for a job that pays "two and a half k more than what i'm currently on"
- Loudly answer to a question about how you met your new gf "Well, you'd be surprised but we actually met through our personal trainer". D'oh. You mean you actually stopped checking yourself out in the mirror while working out at the gym to say hello to someone other than yourself?
- Making a scene when your gf arrives by greeting her, making it a point to introduce "Susie" to everyone on your table AND THEN, telling Susie, look you go sit over next to James at the end of the table because there's a spare seat there. And the seat wasn't even next to the I-Lurrrveee-Myself!!! Hello, I thought she was your gf.
- Constantly looking towards our table BEFORE your chick arrives hoping that we are able to hear what you are saying and hoping to catch our eye. What a loser.
- Bitchily telling someone who is trying to sit at your table because every other table at the joint is occupied that "sorry we've reserved this table, and yes! all the chairs are taken". What with the attitude?
Finally, dead giveaway of an I-Love-Myself = wearing a polo top with the collar turned up under your designer denim jacket.
Usually I dont care either way if you wish to turn the collar up on your polo top, hey whatever you are comfy with, and I do like a well cut denim jacket. But this guy...sure sign of a I-Love-myself. For some reason, this person really irritated me today. I was just trying to enjoy a nice quiet lunch.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
First ebay experience
When I first discovered ebay it took me sometime to get my head around their bidding system. My brother is an ebay fanatic and would tell me and the other half about the wonderful things he found on ebay at cheap prices. I can be a bit of a tight ass so this idea of getting a bargain sounded good. So the other half set up an ebay account and would hog the computer each time, hence I never got an opportunity to use it myself. Of course now we both are prone to the occasional purchase from ebay..within reason of course.
The first time I received an opportunity to log on by myself I thought well, I’ll just look around. Within minutes of surfing ebay BAM! I found IT. I didn’t need IT, wasn’t really looking for IT, but I WANTED IT. IT was also going for much cheaper than I would have paid retail. Plus, bidding was finishing in about 45 mins. So after coming up with my strategy for bidding, ie. stop when it gets to $XX amount, I put my bid in. CRAP! I had been outbidded straightaway. Never mind, still got a while to go. So put in another bid. DOUBLE CRAP! Still outbidded. Another 3 bids later I was starting to get annoyed. Who would want IT so much that they’d put in a higher bid than me? And how much did they bid for IT anyway? Not only was I annoyed that my bids were not being accepted I was fustrated because this was my virgin ebay bid and I HAD TO WIN. So, 7 bids later I found myself as the HIGHEST BIDDER. Yippee! So now I knew - $XX was the other bidder’s maximum bid. Well, hopefully someone else will now put in a bid and I will be on my way. 10 minutes to bidding end I was still the HIGHEST BIDDER. That’s ok, there’s still 10 minutes left, surely someone else will bid for this item. 5 minutes to go and I AM STILL THE HIGHEST BIDDER. By this stage I was starting to get worried. So I called the brother.
RING RING
Brother: Hello?
Me: Errr…You know this ebay thing, well I was just trying it out to see how it worked and I saw IT and thought I’d bid for IT and now I am the highest bidder with 2 mins to go. Do you think someone else will put in another bid and beat me so I don’t have to buy IT? *Thinks of excuse* I was only bidding to see how much this other person’s limit was.
Brother: Okkkaaayyyyy....How many other bidders were there?
Me: Well, someone else put in a bid 2 days ago but now its just me and the other person that I outbidded.
Brother: And how much time left?
Me: About 1 min now.
Brother: And how much is your highest bid?
Me: ……….$XX
Brother: $XX!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHA….$XX for IT!!! You are going to be the new owner of IT…hahahaha
Me: Hangup the phone.
30 secs..20 secs…refresh page, refresh page, come on! Someone else bid for this thing dammit…refresh page 10 secs.. refresh page…CONGRATULATIONS, YOU ARE THE WINNING BID.
Me: Oh shit!
RING RING
Me: Hello?
Brother: HAhahaha…did you win it?
Me: YES!....its not funny. What am I going to tell the other half?
Brother: I dunno…that’s your problem, you can tell him you were trying to figure out how ebay works.
Me: !!!!!
So…lessons learnt = Ebay can be addictive which is a BAD BAD thing. It promotes consumerism and encourages you to waste your hard earned $$. However once you have your competitive nature under control and realise its NOT ALL ABOUT WINNING, it’s a great place to find good bargains.
Now I m happy to say I am a regular ebay and have my competitive nature under control...most times anyway.
The first time I received an opportunity to log on by myself I thought well, I’ll just look around. Within minutes of surfing ebay BAM! I found IT. I didn’t need IT, wasn’t really looking for IT, but I WANTED IT. IT was also going for much cheaper than I would have paid retail. Plus, bidding was finishing in about 45 mins. So after coming up with my strategy for bidding, ie. stop when it gets to $XX amount, I put my bid in. CRAP! I had been outbidded straightaway. Never mind, still got a while to go. So put in another bid. DOUBLE CRAP! Still outbidded. Another 3 bids later I was starting to get annoyed. Who would want IT so much that they’d put in a higher bid than me? And how much did they bid for IT anyway? Not only was I annoyed that my bids were not being accepted I was fustrated because this was my virgin ebay bid and I HAD TO WIN. So, 7 bids later I found myself as the HIGHEST BIDDER. Yippee! So now I knew - $XX was the other bidder’s maximum bid. Well, hopefully someone else will now put in a bid and I will be on my way. 10 minutes to bidding end I was still the HIGHEST BIDDER. That’s ok, there’s still 10 minutes left, surely someone else will bid for this item. 5 minutes to go and I AM STILL THE HIGHEST BIDDER. By this stage I was starting to get worried. So I called the brother.
RING RING
Brother: Hello?
Me: Errr…You know this ebay thing, well I was just trying it out to see how it worked and I saw IT and thought I’d bid for IT and now I am the highest bidder with 2 mins to go. Do you think someone else will put in another bid and beat me so I don’t have to buy IT? *Thinks of excuse* I was only bidding to see how much this other person’s limit was.
Brother: Okkkaaayyyyy....How many other bidders were there?
Me: Well, someone else put in a bid 2 days ago but now its just me and the other person that I outbidded.
Brother: And how much time left?
Me: About 1 min now.
Brother: And how much is your highest bid?
Me: ……….$XX
Brother: $XX!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHA….$XX for IT!!! You are going to be the new owner of IT…hahahaha
Me: Hangup the phone.
30 secs..20 secs…refresh page, refresh page, come on! Someone else bid for this thing dammit…refresh page 10 secs.. refresh page…CONGRATULATIONS, YOU ARE THE WINNING BID.
Me: Oh shit!
RING RING
Me: Hello?
Brother: HAhahaha…did you win it?
Me: YES!....its not funny. What am I going to tell the other half?
Brother: I dunno…that’s your problem, you can tell him you were trying to figure out how ebay works.
Me: !!!!!
So…lessons learnt = Ebay can be addictive which is a BAD BAD thing. It promotes consumerism and encourages you to waste your hard earned $$. However once you have your competitive nature under control and realise its NOT ALL ABOUT WINNING, it’s a great place to find good bargains.
Now I m happy to say I am a regular ebay and have my competitive nature under control...most times anyway.
My teddy bear
Was steaming yesterday ready to write an entry but decided to hold off until today. And feel much better for it. Sometimes its best to just let things cool down for a bit before reacting. Fortunately this post will be a happy one, not a sour one that it was going to be.
Went over to the sister’s house last night – the teddy bear is being housed there while our back fence is getting fixed. I wish they would hurry up and fix the fence so that we can have him back. Miss him a lot. As usual he does his little jump jump cheer hip hip hooray when he sees me. Kinda like raise your hands up in the air, yeah yeah. Guess he loves me as much as I love him. Put him on his cushion so that we could play with him. Have tried to set the boundaries so that his cushion is what he stays on when he is in the house. But being the little child that he is, he tried to sneak off when our backs are turned. And tries to RUN away. I say TRY because my sister’s floor is tiled, so he ends up slipping all over the place while trying to get some traction. If you can imagine a doggy version of the running man, well that’s what he does. Yes, my dog is in to 80’s dance moves.
Another funny thing he does is when he confuses pissing and shitting. Being the dog that he is, he likes to sniff around and when he smells something he likes, he pisses on it. Sometimes whatever he smells makes him so high that he has to piss and do a shit at the same time. So I crack up because he is trying to lift one leg to hang a piss, but then also moving to the squat position to do a shit. Usually he doesn’t get there in time, and still has one leg up when his poop starts dropping. Maybe I should call him Mr. Peepoo given his talent of doing 2 things at once.
There are many other cute and funny things he does but I should stop otherwise this will turn in to a looong post.
Ready...set...GO!
Went over to the sister’s house last night – the teddy bear is being housed there while our back fence is getting fixed. I wish they would hurry up and fix the fence so that we can have him back. Miss him a lot. As usual he does his little jump jump cheer hip hip hooray when he sees me. Kinda like raise your hands up in the air, yeah yeah. Guess he loves me as much as I love him. Put him on his cushion so that we could play with him. Have tried to set the boundaries so that his cushion is what he stays on when he is in the house. But being the little child that he is, he tried to sneak off when our backs are turned. And tries to RUN away. I say TRY because my sister’s floor is tiled, so he ends up slipping all over the place while trying to get some traction. If you can imagine a doggy version of the running man, well that’s what he does. Yes, my dog is in to 80’s dance moves.
Another funny thing he does is when he confuses pissing and shitting. Being the dog that he is, he likes to sniff around and when he smells something he likes, he pisses on it. Sometimes whatever he smells makes him so high that he has to piss and do a shit at the same time. So I crack up because he is trying to lift one leg to hang a piss, but then also moving to the squat position to do a shit. Usually he doesn’t get there in time, and still has one leg up when his poop starts dropping. Maybe I should call him Mr. Peepoo given his talent of doing 2 things at once.
There are many other cute and funny things he does but I should stop otherwise this will turn in to a looong post.
Ready...set...GO!
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Moving on
Met with with a friend who has decided to pack up and move to the UK with her other half. It was good to spend a good few hours catching up on what she hopes to achieve and what she thinks is in store for her. Exciting times ahead. Although we dont see each other every other weekend, whenever we do, its like we continue from where we left off and there is always lots of talk about. She has put ideas in my head to go visit her once she is settled down. BUT there is the wedding in January 07 in M'sia. The planned trip in April 07 to the Philippines. PLUS the significant other's plans to travel to Hawaii and USA. Too many things to do and too little thing to do them. Will have figure out another strategy on how to win tattslotto...
Other things that made the weekend enjoyable:
1. Seeing the significant other's technique of trying to bowl while intoxicated, or for that matter, seeing 8 other males try to bowl while all are under the influence. Lots of gutter balls, unda unda and ova ova. Very funny.
2. Not being recognised at the bar this weekend for being the person who drunk too much and fainted in front of the bar last weekend. This means that I can continue to frequent this watering hole.
3. Realising that my brother bears striking similiarities to my dad, he is not going to like this.
4. Waking up at 9am after a big night out to get some vietnamese spring rolls and scoffing 2 rolls while waiting for the significant other to regain consciousness.
5. Realising that although the sister can get on my nerves at times, she has good intentions and I should just let it go.
6. Obedience class for the little teddy bear actually does work when you practise it every day.
Other things that made the weekend enjoyable:
1. Seeing the significant other's technique of trying to bowl while intoxicated, or for that matter, seeing 8 other males try to bowl while all are under the influence. Lots of gutter balls, unda unda and ova ova. Very funny.
2. Not being recognised at the bar this weekend for being the person who drunk too much and fainted in front of the bar last weekend. This means that I can continue to frequent this watering hole.
3. Realising that my brother bears striking similiarities to my dad, he is not going to like this.
4. Waking up at 9am after a big night out to get some vietnamese spring rolls and scoffing 2 rolls while waiting for the significant other to regain consciousness.
5. Realising that although the sister can get on my nerves at times, she has good intentions and I should just let it go.
6. Obedience class for the little teddy bear actually does work when you practise it every day.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Hmm...
Didnt like that previous font.
Oh well, its Friday afternoon and I have decided to make the rest of this afternoon go faster. Will need all the sleep I can get tonight so that I can last the weekend without falling over. Not enough sleep and food PLUS too much alcohol will bring me down...my bones are getting too old for all night partying. Home time please come round NOW!!
Oh well, its Friday afternoon and I have decided to make the rest of this afternoon go faster. Will need all the sleep I can get tonight so that I can last the weekend without falling over. Not enough sleep and food PLUS too much alcohol will bring me down...my bones are getting too old for all night partying. Home time please come round NOW!!
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