One Neighbour To Drive You Mad

Well then, looks like I have an in-office blog-centered crush. My first. Cheryl Lim Lah Moh (not her real complete name) yesterday declared that my comedic blog writing had got her hormones running. I present exhibit A on the right.

I sit next to Cheryl. In these soon-to-be 10 months of being 'neighbours' at work, we have talked, shouted, laughed, complained, been silly and driven our colleagues nuts. We are the Mr & Mrs (technically speaking 'office hubby and wife, see exhibit B, phone screen pix below) with an adulterous side dish of Gerald, who pops in randomly throughout the day to partake in or provide the hilarity. Oh dear, I hear you moan.

Now that Cheryl has declared her liking for my linguistic prowess, I am in firm stead with her other articulate admirings - Lee Hsien Loong (who now goes by the nickname of Hottie Lee) and George Yeo. Is this a sign that I will end up in politics? Will I dangle upgrading carrots to the unwieldy, sore-kneed public in dire need of lifts? Or will there be an opportunity to pull a fast one over a CCTV? I don't know.

Anyway, I digress. Cheryl would scold me for detracting from the subject at hand - her. She's an attention seeker and she knows it. Before her fortnight affair on the 'Love Boat', she bought and wore elegant dresses which she gladly paraded before me throughout the working day, accosting my personal space as she modeled her lady-like outfits, constantly asking 'Do I look nice?', 'Do I look pretty?'.

I sat next to her at our SPM's wedding and ended up taking enough pixes of Lah Moh (at her behest, I assure you) to suggest that she was the bride.

You sigh this time.

But she's a great project manager. Her love for LV, 'dog rice' and bad Mandarin gets in the way.

Check out Cheryl's blog - Exhibit C of the madness - http://weilim.blogspot.com

Le Piggy Strikes!

While the rest got to the market or cried all the way home, this little piggy made it to my office. Battery-powered, mechanical, one-swine, karaoke machine that belts out only one song - My Girl by the Temptations. $15, available at the nearest toy sty. Cute for some, but I guess we'll start ripping soft furry hog heads in about a week's time.

Ham it up - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=shQpx4-Ntl4

Flowers In The Lamps

So Cher Wee found true love and married Hwee Yen on Saturday past. I wasn’t there for the solemnization because I had to watch the rerun of LOST and take a nap after. Apparently, the bride and groom were nervous and nearly boo-booed. I got there a little past 8, when all were being ushered to wait some more at one’s respective table. Mary, Kelvin, Vincent, Boi and hubby (his name currently escapes me) and I sat at table 6. How apt.

We chatted, waited and chatted. Dinner started at about 9. We confirmed that Meixian and Huang Hui wouldn’t be there. It would be a lot of food for half a table.

The funny faces are a reaction to my camera and incessant photo-taking. And yes, there were fake, red, rose petals placed into the lamp holders – a smart, pretty touch that added a smidgen of colour to the otherwise plainly decorated restaurant.

We talked about work and stuff. A long discussion over the value and inclusion of shark’s fin in Chinese wedding dinners ensued too. I know it’s dead, but the fish wouldn’t be if we didn’t care so much about tradition and tasteless cartilage. Humans, as the highest form of life on this planet, have an obligation to take care of the other species, especially one that is so biologically-advanced and intentionally hunted for fins (and where in most cases, the bleeding shark is thrown back into the sea to die). This isn’t the circle of life, it’s the ka-ching of the cash register. I refused my bowl.

Dinner continued with consumption of beer firmly adhered to. As there were too few of us to finish the prawns, chicken, fish and ALL of the Ee-fu noodles, our hostess seemed quite taken aback the rejection of fine food. No offence but we were simply too full. But I had my bowl of orh-ni. Haha, resistance was futile.

Well, Cher Wee and Hwee Yen are off to Chiangmai as this post is being put up and edited and re-edited. Here’s wishing them all the best.

The View 5 Days A Week

Taken with my Nokia 3230 from my desk, then printed, printed again (in lighter tone this time), scribbled on, scanned and put up. No, this is not 1965 despite the b/w pix.