Friday, May 8, 2009

happy three friends?

Weeks ago, there was a new girl at the train. She looked like a doll, literally, like a porcelain doll or some sort, which is probably why all the low-life kind of men were leering at her. I always took notice whenever there was someone new at the train, right, and I noticed her because she was so chirpy with the street sellers at the station- which I find impressive.
So I met her almost everyday and one day we sat across from one another and saw her talking nicely with an old woman and I thought to myself, I think I could be friends with this girl. I often experience that kind of insights, haha; I could tell when I can or cannot be friends with someone.
Today, we stood next to each other and suddenly she turned to me and said, "You're a regular here, aren't you?"
I have found a new train friend.
I excitedly said yes and said that I saw her most of the times, too. She said that she recognized me because I have great hair. Crazy woman. :D But that only proves that she's kind of weird, so we probably will get along fine.
To make long story short, in the first ten minutes of our very alive chat, we know where each other lives, works/interns, marital status, family matters, exchanged names, numbers, and Facebook accounts. She's got two kids already-I was in shock! You'd understand if you see how young she is. In those first minutes we talked about the same strange people on train and how she loved to socialize and make new friends, thats why she always talked to the street sellers and street musicians- because she thinks they feel lonely.
We totally hit it off!
So I'm kind of sad that I'm gonna be finished with my internship here for two things: B-M itself, and my train family.
I introduced the girl to Nice Old Fella (whose real name I just learned today, shame on me ) and together, I think we form a good team. This makes riding the train so much less boring, yay!
Let me ask Mr. Hibachi to join in later. He seemed to be listening to our conversation from day to day anyway.
So that was my train update; I've arrived at the office way too early so I have spare time to kill before the newspapers swallow me. I'm in a such better mood today, thank God.
Have a good Friday, everyone! :)

Thursday, May 7, 2009

on a brighter note:

Check this out:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20090506/lf_nm_life/us_dog_oldest_2

a special note

Here's the deal. I will make this oh so very simple, seeing as this might be hard to understand for some people.
Ready? Here we go.

When you make a mistake, you apologize.



That's it.
I don't know why it is so hard for some people to get it through their thick heads. It's simple, really - the word starts with S and ends with Y. Comprende?
Me, I have no problem apologizing. Every morning I apologize to strangers, be it silently or saying it out loud. I apologize when I step on their toes. I apologize to the newspaper boys at the train station for refusing to buy the paper over and over again and therefore not helping with their income. No offense, I say quietly, but I do media monitoring at the office so I eat those newspapers for breakfast every morning.
If there's another thing I don't like, aside from unsweetened iced tea, it's when people don't respect me. I do something that helps you, you say thank you. You make mistakes that hurt my feelings, you apologize. Do I have to spell that out? Will that help to make you understand better? The stupidest, most idiotic kind of peeople are those who make the same mistakes over and over again and still refusing to apologize because they don't think they're wrong. Are you testing my patience, really?
You'd better not.
I find it hard to dislike other people actually. I tend to give them the benefit of the doubt. i like making other people happy and I love to help them out in any way I can. So when you're on my "black list", then probably you did something so mind-numbingly stupid. This applies to everyone-no matter how close you are with me. Because then again, if we're really that close, then you wouldn't dare make the same mistakes all over again. Not with me, you wouldn't.
So if from now on, if something happens again that requires an apology certainly not from me, please do the right thing. And if something happens again that requires an apology certainly not from me but I ended up saying sorry anyway and you still don't get the idea? Well then we probably have been wasting time knowing each other.
Please keep in mind that it is a thoroughly nice feeling to be respected. So get over yourself and do the same for other people for once, okay?
Thank you for your kindest, undivided, most understanding attention.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

you're all that I have

My eyes are killing me.
My right eye is brightly red, while the left one is perfectly white. I'm like a psychotic husky, I'm telling you. The gripping, dramatical fear that I was about to go blind happened again this morning when I woke up. :D
I couldn't really open my eyes when I took a bath.
Nice.
I don't wanna go to schoooooool tomorrow argh I'm not in the mood! Because tomorrow I won't meet my fwends :( I miss them. I need those routine dinners.
By the way , I loved last weekend. It was a whole Sunday of sleeping and eating--well actually since Saturday, when my mom went crazy and cooked everything. Let me see, we had sloppy joe, croquette, bitterballen, and hainan chicken rice for the weekend, simply because my mom "felt like cooking it." The happiest team was of course, Nugi and my sister's boyfriend who chomped down everything as if they'd just returned back from war or something.
So last weekend I watched Xmen Origins: Wolverine and completely in awe of the cast. The men, I mean. I love that Ryan Reynolds played Deadpool- he was as usual witty and charming.
Taylor Kitsch as the card-playing master (Gambit?) was also not a disappointment and mostlyyyyy I adored the guy who played Agent Zero. He's half British, half American and Half Korean (don't laugh. Wait until you see him in the movie.) His real name is Daniel Henney. ;)
Well, aside from my eyes being one-red and one-white, what's new? How was your weekend?
Australia, anyone? Cooking school? :) Anyone aboard? I haven't even told my mom about it; only my closest ones know. I mean, can you imagine getting a diploma for pattiserie?!
(Here we go again.)


Ookay then I'm off to type something; will be back later. Hopefully with a better eye condition.