Chilli Of The Month

The other day, I met my soul mate.

Well, among my other soul mates, he was the most recent and freshest in my memory, okay? So stop your snickering.

I was chatting and laughing with my colleague Serene and my ex-colleague Xiang Ning (she'd quit for school) at work, when the abovementioned soul mate strolled into the store. He had short blond hair, wore dark blue jeans that hung on his frame perfectly, and was wearing a white graphic T-shirt.

FYI, I have this thing for white T-shirts. Especially if they are on chillies' bodies.
Or rather, I have this thing for chillies, especially if they are in white T-shirts.


Anyway, the bestest part of him (I know, right? There's better?!):

He had tattoos on the backs of his forearms, both identical. They looked like the Deathly Hallows symbol in Harry Potter!

I know, so hot, right?

There was a point where he was looking at a shelf of CDs, back facing us, and he bent a little to scratch the back of his left knee. Serene nudged me and said, "Cheryl, go help him scratch!"

Cue maniacal laughter.

He then proceeded to the counter to have us search the database for a title: Spill Canvas.
My head went BOOM!
I'd heard of that band before; I had one song in my iTunes!

But at that moment, my brain ceased to function. My mouth formed the words, "Sorry, we don't carry that band," to which he replied, in an awesomely sarcastic way, "Oh man! Great, that's awesome."

See?? SOUL MATE MATERIAL.

Usually I'd ask the customer if they'd like us to special-order the CD from the US, then get their name and number if they did. But it was as if my mind stopped turning its wheels. Mourned silence ensued (you know, 'cause he couldn't get that CD), then he said, "Thanks," and left my life forever.

Oh well. It was good while it lasted.
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You guys know how I always say Twitter sucks? Well, I still believe that, but lately I've gotten slightly less prejudiced against it. I GOT REALLY BORED. So after the usual Facebook stuff, I opened a new tab and surreptitiously typed the words, "twitter.com," as if my macbook would judge me.

Then I signed in, and replied to the few tweets mentioning me. Two.

Then I tweeted. Of what, I don't remember, and don't want to remember. Twitter is not exactly my guilty pleasure -- that's Cupcake Corner and It Girl on Facebook -- since it doesn't really pleasure me much. I guess it entertains me for a few minutes, so I'd call it my guilty entertainment.

I didn't use to tweet at all, because I had my own version of Twitter: Sophia, Angelina, and Chand (and sometimes Rachel).

Anything happened that I wanted to share, these three (or four) people were usually the ones whom I'd want to tell it to. Maybe something mundane like, "My mom made me eat a firecracker!" or huge news such as, "Today I met another soul mate! He's hot." I just text them and immediately feel, I'm not sure, gratified? Or relieved? Whatever it is that you feel after you tweet something.

After a few months of exceeded free SMS limits though, I stopped, hence beginning my Twitter era. Sometimes I just refuse to accept change. Except the ones we can spend/save, like those cute little 5 cents that some of my friends always refuse to keep.

Toilet Seat Contaminators

Argh, I abhor those inconsiderate cows

who stand on toilet seats. Not just that, they don't even bother to wipe off the evidence! You need to possess a zero degree of shame to be able to walk away like that.

It's because of people like you that you even need to squat on the seats! I bet you don't wash your hands, too.

I curse you, toilet seat-contaminators, that you plunge your foot into the bowl and get stuck for a considerably long time, getting free only when the janitors start their shift, while everyone in line stares at you with deep and deserved contempt.
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That was my elaborate and superfluous way of saying, "F you, you assholes."

I am currently so hungry that I can't think of anything else to blog about. Perhaps I'll just ramble on about the mundane things that I do in my life, such as waking up on my off day to wonderful weather -- full-on rain in the middle of the afternoon, that rendered my whole house a dark and frosty atmosphere.

Speaking of dark and frosty, I think I shall abandon my fruitless attempt at a blog and gorge on Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Macadamia. It = minutes of bountiful bliss.

Sin Yee's blog post about Aussie lecturer

I just read Sin Yee's latest blog post, and I have to say, I empathize. Freddy Rodriguez is 35, after all, and most of you guys know that I have this thing for older guys.

Not that there were any experiences for me go on about this like I know what I'm talking about [insert sad face here].

Battery's running low on my macbook, 5%! Ciao ciao till next time, my amigos.

Apology to Sophia about RED/Joss Stone LP/Bridget Jones's Diary

Phia and Anzhu, if you're reading this, I'm sorry about watching RED first without you guys! 'Cause we never actually said anything about watching it.

And here's a continued list of the items I bought during Capitol's moving-out sale! Without pictures, though, because it's just too much trouble.

1. Me, Myself & Irene
2. Donnie Darko
3. The Automatic - Not Accepted Anywhere
4. Taking Back Sunday - Louder Now Part Two
5. The Used - Berth
6. Saosin - Come Close
7. The Dandy Warhols - ...The Dandy Warhols Come Down
8. The Dandy Warhols - Odditorium
9. The Dandy Warhols - Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia
(The three Dandy Warhols albums cost only $2 each!)
10. American Blues from the Putumayo series
11. Joss Stone - The Soul Sessions
12. The Datsuns - Headstunts
13. The Used - The Used vinyl

And last but absolutely not least - Joss Stone's best album, Mind, Body & Soul on vinyl! It's my early Christmas present from Sophia, too! She's awesome.

(I meant both Joss Stone and Sophia.)

I'm re-watching Bridget Jones's Diary while trying to finish up this blog post, but it's proving extremely difficult. Renée Zellweger is awesome. And all the British accents are making it hard for me to concentrate on this blog post.

Colin Firth is so friggin' charming as Mark Darcy that I can't help but swoon. And Renée is just so good at being Bridget Jones.

Gosh this movie is so funny; I love it.

Copying Sophia/Capitol's Packing Day/Good News/Movie With Heidi/Mom's Hospitalization

Because Sophia shared with us her wallpaper, I shall share mine with everyone, too. Ron mustn't lose to Jake Gyllenhaal.

Today was Capitol's final day. Well, technically yesterday was, but today we had to pack up all the remaining sale stocks, computers, documents, shelves and stuff. It was a bit melancholy at first, but then everyone was in such a great mood (since we didn't have to deal with the routine things like opening the store at 11am and dealing with customers), so we started having fun.

At first my colleague Gar Meng (whom I call Jiaming because he hates his Chinese name) kept singing Justin Bieber's Baby, because somehow Mark brought it up that he would never buy his albums for his sons.

So all the while everybody was exchanging banter and mocking each other and randomly bursting into random songs. Which was awesome.

Then Bob went to Cathay with the mover guys; they didn't know how to go. So that left Mark, me, Heidi and Gar Meng. After about an hour or two of packing up everything, Mark decided that we should all head to Funan for an impromptu field trip, and also to help look for a birthday cake for his son.

Right when we reached Funan, Chris called to say that he would be arriving in two minutes in the moving van, which resulted in absolute brouhaha. As in, chaotic haha's.

Bernard arrived to help out, but seeing as we've already done everything, he basically just came by to kick around Bob's deflated soccer ball and trash the place with us. We totally trashed it like rock stars.

After officially locking up the place for good (and writing "CLOSED FOREVER" in different languages on the glass door), we went to Ya Kun Kaya Toast [in that Xchange place, whassitcalled?] and hung out for a while.

Then Mark, Bob and Bernard went to smoke outside Raffles City while Heidi and I headed for the Cathay to see if there was any good movie to kill time with.

OH WAIT! Before all this, I have some good news to share with my fellow minions friends.

Those of you whom I've told that I'm going to be stationed at OUB Centre in Raffles Place, despair no more - I've just got the news that I'm instead going to Bugis!

It's no Taka, but still better than OUB. I have nothing against that place, just that it's full of office-y people that, honestly, quite bore me. I can handle cheena questions, rather than professional-talking professionals.

Going back to the topic at hand, Heidi and I went to watch the movie RED, which stands for Retired, Extremely Dangerous. It was good! I love Bruce Willis. And Helen Mirren. And Morgan Freeman. And that other guy.

Some of the jokes were slightly lame, but still tolerable, and the subtle ones are really funny. There was this scene where Mary-Louise Parker makes a jibe about Bruce Willis' lack of hair, and I couldn't stop giggling at that one, long after everyone has stopped laughing.
Sometimes I do that - continue laughing about one particular joke even when everybody else has moved on, so my friends tend to hit me in the arm and shush me during a movie.

Anyway, on a graver note, my mom went to the hospital today because of a hemorrhoid she got a week ago. She just couldn't take the pain any longer and finally went for treatment, and it turned out that it wasn't a hemorrhoid! It was a bacterial infection.

My poor mom.

She is currently undergoing surgery right now, probably. Luckily, I'm off tomorrow, so I'll be able to visit her in the evening with my dad after he gets off work.
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I'm watching a rerun of that show, Million Singer (title goes to show how bad the Taiwanese are at English), and I absolutely abhor Yao Yao. She acts cute, and to top it all off, she can't sing. At least if she could carry a tune, I wouldn't mind so much; I just want to get the show moving on so I can listen to Hebe. But Yao Yao is making my ears cry for earmuffs! Tsk.

Somebody remove her larynx.

Chilli Crossing Road

Indirectly, it was the chilli's fault that I almost got killed on Friday.

I was crossing the road from City Hall MRT station to Capitol Centre, when I saw this chilli crossing the same road as I was, but opposite my direction. So as I was staring at him, he suddenly started jogging across.

I remember thinking, "Hmm. There're no cars...why's he running?" Continued staring.

Then common sense set in and I realized I needed to look right for oncoming cars, and sure enough, there was one headed my way. That's why the chilli was running. I followed suit and got to my destination safely, but just barely. I'm sorry, Mom, for being careless with my life because of ogling. It's a stupid reason to die.

Guess what? Capitol Gramophone has been having a sale since the 10th of this month, so I've been keeping things away for myself, and today I bought a few more items. Here's a list of all that I've bought during the sale (just because I don't really have the inspiration to blog about important stuff + the fact that lists are one of my favorite pastimes):

Rhythm & Blues from the Putumayo series

The Soul Sessions by Joss Stone

Come Close CD/DVD by Saosin

Bridget Jones's Diary Soundtrack

Berth CD/DVD by The Used

Xmas List

I'm not Christian, so technically I shouldn't celebrate Christmas. But I shall celebrate the commerical Christmas, which basically carries no meaning, sadly. Just another occasion for people to pig out and spend like mad without feeling too guilty. Which sounds perfect to me, so...here's a list!

Inception: The Shooting Script by Christopher Nolan

It has all the behind-the-scenes stuff, plus it goes in-depth with the plot and ideas behind the story, which intrigues me so much. I need the book to fully understand and appreciate the movie even more!

The Extraordinary Secrets Of April, May & June by Robin Benway

She's the author of Audrey, Wait! 'Nuff said.

Thing from Robinsons at Centrepoint

I can't exactly state what it is, because we're getting it for Sophia, too. Phia, don't go a-lookin', please.

A Confederacy Of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

It's a hilarious book. I can do without it, but it's going on the list because it [the list, I mean] seems too bare.

That's about it for now. I'll definitely update with more, seeing as how I can't seem to resist temptation.