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Thursday, November 23, 2006


*the problem? far far away right? yeah right.*

The more you ignore a problem and walk away from it and pretend that it will "dissapear overnight", the more it doesnt go away. If you therefore wish to use this tactic all the bloody time, please be prepared for an atomic bomb later.

You have been warned.

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Really, I never understood why men in a relationship dont know how to communicate. First when I say one sentence, they cut in with 10 other sentences. And that pisses me off, because they have such short attention span. And when I do voice out the 'greviances' they just turn and walk away and pretend they never hear anything or nothing of that has ever happened.

No, a kiss doesnt make things dissapear. Neither does baby talk.

Neither does getting angry when I subsequently bottle up my feelings and refuse to talk (because you refused to talk and cut in on me all the time anyway, so whats the damn point?).

One more thing, they have such short attention span that when I am discussing something damn important, like, how I dont like certain things they do, they suddenly change the subject and go "oh you know what? so and so TV show is coming out" or something totally irrelevant like that. It makes me feel that whatever I am saying is so unimportant and not worth wasting your time over. So therefore I shut up. Every time I say, CAN YOU pleaaase LISTEN TO ME? They will say "YES I AM LISTENING" but rarely do anyway. Their mind is always about what is on TV right now and how to get out of this convo.

And you still wonder why women bottle up so much of their feelings and let out an atomic bomb later. Or become quiet after a certain action they take. ITS because men NEVER bloody listens to what women tell them what they dont like. THATS why they keep repeating the same damn mistakes and STILL WONDER WHY women are angry.

Really, is it not wasting my time talking over and over again? They say "Yayayaya I KNOW OK?" But repeat it again. Men are so damn dense in that way.

And still, women wonder why they needed men in the first place. I am still wondering....
Thursday, November 16, 2006

If you got an offer that you wanted. Up one level and + $500 more,

Would you move?

Considering how you have to uproot yourself again and move. Gain trust. Suck up. Etc?

I dont know.
Monday, November 13, 2006

This is the actual conversation (at night) happened with Mr Bee as we were splitting up after dinner, me going home, he going back to work:

Me: Where is the MRT station eh? Do you think I should go here? Or there?

Mr Bee: No lah. Use the same way la wait till you get lost

Me: Yah ok. I dont want to get lost so better use the normal way.

*pause* This WILL be the normal monotonous conversation you will ever have once you start seeing each other every day. We shall now continue..

Mr Bee: Yeah lo, I dont want to lose you....

Me: ..........


Now isnt that schweet? Okokok fine go puke now. Shooooo... I just wanted to share that cute moment. *hmphs*

I got a call for an interview today (yes! I know, its abit too early to switch jobs). Date not confirmed. I sounded abit too much of a snob. I do hope they call me back to confirm the date. Erk.

It went like this. A typical sad Monday morning. And my phone rings! The person introduces herself from XY firm and asked if it is a good time to talk.

Pause for a moment here. Its Monday morning. All the managers are infront of me and she calls from a rival firm to talk.

*Panic*

So I simply said that it wasnt a good time to talk now. Then she asked when will it be a good time? And I was like erm ah erm ah.. lunch time would be godd. She asked again, do you want to call me back or I call you back? I erm ah erm ahhed some more and said please call me back. *click*

*Pause*Rewind*Reflect*

I told her off just like that to call me back during lunch time. OMG OMG OMG WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST DO???!?!?!?!??!

So I told myself to calm down and wait like an hour later to call her back. When I did call her back she was glad I did and I told her some sob story that I was in a meeting *action like so important like that* and couldnt talk.

So she told me that she was offering me an interview with a partner, and when could I be free and stuff like that... etc the usual stuff. Then I got bold. I asked,

WHAT POSITION ARE YOU OFFERING ME?

and the poor little thing said I dont know but I could check and let you know...

But then I got bolder and told her upfront what I was looking for (higher position than now) and that I look forward to transition into that position in that firm because I deserve to be that for the amount of years I worked. The current one is a lower position (not that I am disatisfied with it, its what I worked before I came over).

So she said she would check with her partner, and get me the details to work with. But then I added that whether she get this info or not its not cruicial (salvage time) for the interview. I just wanted to see what the firm has got to offer me.

If you were the other person on the other line speaking to me, what would you think of me? Would you recomend me to your partner for interview? Hmmmm...

I sure hope I get the interview.... *eeks*

/post note: Why do I want to change? Because of the name of the firm and go after what I am supposed to be. Simple as that.
Friday, November 10, 2006

With effect from 10/11/2006, Mr Grumpy's name will be changed to Mr Bumble Bee. And for short, he will become Mr Bee.

This is because he keeps "Bzz-ing" about on my MISC expenditures.

"New bag? How much? Bzz bzz bzz"

"New shirt? How much? Bzz bzz bzz"

"AGAIN? buy make up? Bzz bzz bzz"

You get the drift...

So there. Mr Bee, You are no longer Mr Grumpy.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz