Jetsetter finally settles down

Michelle, who got married last year has finally announced that she's expecting a little bundle to add to the family.

After a failed solo singing career in the 80's, Michelle tried her hand in managing drag pop punk bands. She helped manage the sensation "Warehouse" which went on to sell several platinum albums. She was soon replaced by Jane when she decided to elope with her then boyfriend Guy Richard to Nepal under very mysterious circumstances. It was learned thereafter that they were wed by the Dalai Llama under his private temple.

"Like all expecting mothers, me and my husband Richard would want to celebrate this occasion in peace." She mentioned as she spoke to this reporter. "I wish the media would help us by f*** leaving us alone!"

Her obstetrician has informed her that everything's well and see no complications on the interim.

Whether if it's a boy or a girl she replied : "Healthy. As long as it's healthy. I don't really care if it has a pipi or not!"

She's 20 weeks through and expecting her child on November 19.

And with her feelings about her frustrating attempts at adoption : "That Malawi representative can certainly kiss my ass now!"

And in other news. Tony "The TC" Jang, half of the famed AC DC duo and acclaimed guitar spritualist, is rumoured to be in talks of splitting with his band. The long haired rockstar recently showed his displeasure by punching their lead vocal, Brett, during a live concert over a disagreement on what lyrics to use.

"I repeatedly told Brett that the song would have to come from the depths of the soul! So why the fu*** did he say unicorns and rainbows?!?" TC says with a heated passion.

Brett response was of a similar tone. "I don't see the band working anymore after my nose being broken by a lead guitarist. He's a real jackass!! I'm not going to stay with no jackasses!"

It's a surprise for the industry after just releasing their heavy metal platinum "Orcas on the Beach" which rocked the chart at a solid 6 weeks before being toppled by a replay of the deceased Michael Jackson's revival "Billie Jean"

"Either I go solo or find another band again." Said TC agitated during the course of the interview. "I don't know how long my parents can keep me in their basement without a paying job."

Freeze!

Jared : Heya officer, is there anything wrong?

Police Officer : We got a complaint of an aggravated robbery and assault perpetrated by a maori man that completely fits your description. Short and stocky. Male. Big lips, big nose. Wearing a gray hoodie. Even your rugby shoes fit the description. Looks unused... very clean and sanitised to me.

Jared : You must be mistaken officer. I'm sure that wasn't me!

PO : Okay, so you say. Where were you on the night of the 29th of March?!!

Jared : I'm sure I was with somebody. Just a second.... yeah, it was my honeymoon that day!

PO : You won't believe how many times we hear that alibi! Now stop lying and fess up!!

Jared : Wait! I could prove it!! My wife, Kate, is pregnant right now and she's due exactly on Dec 29. That's exactly nine months!

PO : Are you telling me that you conceived exactly on the day of the wedding!?!

Jared : I think that's what happened officer!!

PO : And Kate can verify that she was with you on that very night?

Jared : Yes sir!

PO : So this baby got conceived exactly on the 29th? not on the 27th, not on the 30th? How about the 31st? I just find it too coincidental for that to happen. You sure you never touched her before that day?

Jared : As my hangi's my witness sir. I'm sure.

PO : I really find that hard to believe seeing that you were called "Jared the Manwhore" according to your previous police records. It says here that you even kept files of your whoring attempts... in Excel!

Jared : Uhhhhhhhh, not even ah!

PO : I'm opening it now from your evidence file... this is shocking!! Look at all these names. Is this your blackbook? 65,536 rows in total!?!? Tsk tsk. Wait a minute... there's even a 2nd tab! Why scum like you disgust me!

Jared : But I, I just wanted to know how many cells Excel can take. They're not true officer. I just made them up! Please believe me!!!

PO : Same way you made up what happened on the 29th eh? I may have to take you down to the precinct for some thorough questioning. Now spread your legs while I frisk you for... weapons.

"I have a couple of daughters. Crims who score women like that ought to be shot." the Police Officer says as he cuffs Jared and leads him to his patrol car.

*I leave the rest to your imagination. Congrats Jared and Kate.

Down at the racetrack

You know it's a bad sign when your work colleagues start betting who of the late starters will arrive for work.

Okay, so I'm not an early bird type of person, but that doesn’t mean that your colleagues should be exchanging cash for your performance as a prized stallion. It really It sounded like we we're part of a horse derby.

I suggested, sarcastically of course, that maybe we should get our nicknames straightened out to officiate the betting process. e.g. Andrew should be called "Curly Blond" or "Goldilocks", but that idea quickly was shot down by Jared's smart-a** remark.

"Then maybe your nickname should be 'she-male' Chris?!?" making an inference to my long, beatiful and silky black hair.

The bastard. I knew I brought that upon myself.

"Are you sure you still want to go by nicknames?" Alex chimed in.

I quickly turned back to my screen, red faced while hearing Vicky laughing in the background. Maybe if I stay quiet and immobile for long, I'd blend in to my surroundings and become invisible - just like a cuttlefish.

Anyway, I took the high road instead and silently grumbled "wait 'til you see what this she-male can shove up you’re fat a**".

Now that's out of the way, It kinda made me think what horsenames we'd get if we we all played the part:

Nelle - Phar Laugh
Andrew - Goldylocks
Muhhanad - Conspiracy Theory
Vicky - Lolly Monster
Peter G - Irish Nose Best
Chantal - Shanghaiperion
Margaret - Ms Talkative
Jared - Politically Incorrect or Racially Insensitive
Claire - Half Time
Alex - Nazi Manager Sweet Tooth

Taxi Adventures - Part 2

[Make sure you read the first part]

"Don't ever, ever put me in a cab with that driver again!" was what the rep on the other end of the line got told.

"In fact, I'd like to speak to somebody in charge." Jared said just to take this thing further.

"Yes sir, what can I possibly help you with?" Said the manager as he got transferred.

"I didn't like the way the last driver treated me on my way here!" Jared said with annoyance. With that, he whipped out his pda, opened his mini spreadsheet and basically outlined the reasons why he didn't like the driver.

* Wasn't very friendly.
* Was arrogant.
* Didn't like the fact that I was only a couple of minutes late.
* Didn't like my flabby body.
* Didn't like the way I was moving my man boobies.

What can the manager do but apologise, right? Then again, Jared was in his right to do so. He rarely complains except when people really gets on his nerves.

"Well just make sure you tell your employee. Right?" with as much authority as possible.

"Very well sir." said the manager professionally.

"By the way, can I make another cab booking in 5 minutes please? Thanks." He postulated.

After a couple of minutes, Jared quickly hopped on the back seat of the taxi which promptly came.

"I'm going up to Symonds St. please" he said as he buckled his seat belt.

After a couple of minutes driving, it started to dawn on him that this cab looked very, very familiar. Even the magazines that were strewn on the seat pressed on at the back of his mind.

It suddenly dawned upon him, as he looked at the driver, that it was the exact same cabbie that he had the argument with earlier. (I sh*t you not as this apparently happened.)

"Oh, motherf*!, of all the taxis why would I get this one?" he silently told himself. "And after what I told them on the phone? Sheez!."

Jared decided not inflame situation, as you'd never want to aggravate the person driving you around.

All of a sudden, the cabbie's mobile alert system gave off a distinct noise and message indicating that he cancel his current pickup.

The driver at this point really didn't realise who he picked up and was bewildered why the cancellation would take place when he's already got the fare on his back seat.

After a long pause, Jared finally said something. "Oh, I know why they're cancelling that." he said a matter-of- factly. "It's because I called in a couple of minutes ago and told them about how I was unhappy with your service earlier."

The driver suddenly went ballistic. With his mouth foaming, he grabbed the wheel with his two huge hands, leaned forward as close to the steering wheel as possible ala Collin Mcrae mode.

Now this was a cab driver you definitely wouldn't get on the back seat off - even if you were drunk, passed out, or badly had to go to use the toilet. He literally slammed on the gas as he weaved through the busy streets of Auckland like a crazed maniac on steroids.

Jared was holding on for dear life... screaming like a girl. It sounded like it was a cross between a wild boar getting slaughtered and Michael Jackson's high pitched cry should you kick him in the nuts. It's also the same sort of dinosaur sound that Tracy would make if you poked her with a very sharp stick.*

*Disclaimer : The last couple of paragraphs may or may not have happened.

But in reality, what really happened during that ride back was a long awkward silence.

Taxi Adventures

With the entire team kicked out relocating, everybody had to cope with some sort of adjustment added to their daily ritual.

Part of that adjustment's calling company sanctioned cabs to shuttle you back to the mothership. Which happens every ever so oftehn whenever you're asked to deal with the more important company people who demands your attention.

It wasn't long before 'incidents' started to happen. And like most incidents, Jared was the most likely person this would've happened to.

We sit on the 10th floor, which wasn't bad, as it gave us spectacular views of the locale. (When I say views, I meant being surrounded by towering dorm slash aparments meant to house those sleep-deprived-inebriated university students crammed into every inch of space available. The corpses resting in the underground catacombs of Paris fared much better, I say.)

I guess it all started when I noticed Jared pacing back and forth like a crazed bull from the window aisle he was conveniently 'given'. He kept peering over waiting for something which I learned later on to be a taxi cab he booked earlier. He finally went off and it wasn't after a couple of hours before we came back and heard what happened.

"Grrrrr. Those taxis are really a pain in the behind." He announced to the entire team. "I hop on my taxi and guess what happened?"

"I get this pissed off driver" he continued "who suddenly went on and on about how late I was!"

"You were supposed to be here 7 minutes ago!" The cabbie said as Jared continued his story.

He didn't know if the guy was serious or just making a passing rant. So he shrugged it off and just hopped in.

"I did look out for you." Jared says as he was putting his seatbelt on "It's just that you were parked from way beyond the road where I can't see you."

"You did not even say sorry that you were late." Seemingly oblivious to Jared's apologetic tone.

"Okay. Okay I'm sorry I didn't see you." Which was surprising as I've never heard Jared apologise.

Taxi guy says "It's too late for that now."

And that's apparently the part where you could see the steam shooting off Jared's ears (perhaps a side effect of hangi?)

"You 'people' cost be about 25 minutes a week just waiting for you after an agreed time." cab guy answers irritably.

That was probably the stick that broke the camels back as Jared decided to match his wits with the driver... which probably didn't amount to much considering the lack of brain matter on one of the participants.

Exhibit A :


But I had no doubt that Jared still managed to hold his own against this guy. He certainly can do anything with the right motivation. e.g. eat a entire horse without blinking. The vicious exchange apparently went on for the entire duration of the ride. I wish I was present just typing the transcript of the conversation.

It would have ended there but... [Stay tuned to Taxi Adventures 2]

What's for lunch?

I forgot when the last time i had lunch was, since I stopped working with you lot. What's for lunch?

Jared on Tour

Jared, who recently came back from a Queenstown trip, was ecstatic.

"We went on a jet boat, went on bus tours, jumped on a quad bike, jet boat, luge, etc. etc." He droned on as he mentioned, in detail, the awesome time he had in the south's peremiere holiday spot.

I thought about what I was doing when he went away. I believe I was checking the Herald regularly to see if the town he went to had any sort of bungy jumping accidents.

"Uhm Sir, are you sure this cable would be enough to hold my weight?"

"Yesireee, that's for certain. Even if an African Elephant were to jump, I'm purty certain our cable would still be able to hold."

"Are you saying I'm fat?!?!"

"Oh no, not at all, Sir." The proprietor said defensively. "Am just sayin' that this cable right o'er 'ere is capable of pulling a medium sized Beluga whale off the beach."

(I'll leave the rest of this violent and blubberous scene to your imagination.)

Anyway, let's move on to the part of the trip where they hopped on a bus and went on to see the scenery.

The bus driver, who happened to be the tour guide was rattling on about how the locals were a funny bit of people. He mentioned that its part of their culture picking fights with everybody just because it's fun. How awkward, coz for those who don't know, Jared, is a local - obviously not apparent to the bus driver as he just blabbed on about them 'natives'.

Then again, why would a local take a tour of his own country anyway? Is it possible that he's looking for more land to reclaim?

Anyhows, the bus driver was just having a great time pointing out the culture and the diversity - oblivious that one of his passengers was seething, ready to pop. This soon got aggravated by the events at the next stop, where he found that another cheeky tourist seemingly flicked their bags aside and somewhat settled himself rather cosily on their seats.

"What are you doing in our seat?" "

Seats ain't fixed." The man says with an Aussie twang. "and blimey!, lots of them tourists have moved around 'lready."

Which obviously wasn’t the case when Jared asked around.

"Grrrr..." Jared thought (or whatever sound he makes when he's mad) "This guy is pissing me off."

"Sir" he said with as much restraint as possible. "I see that your seat is still vacant and that all the people havent moved from where they were sitting before. Can I please ask you to move?"

The guy says "No, I won't move."

"I'm asking again, would you kindly move out of our seats?"

"No, no, no!" "This will be the last time I'm going to ask you. You heard what the tour guide said about those funny indigenous people who just picks fights for fun? You're looking at one right now."

Like my previous post from months before, Jared starts the Maori ritual of starting a fight. He sticks his tongue out, puffing his eyes, as he vigorously uses his right hand in a wave like motion for intimidation. The tourists just went wild, with everybody chanting, "Kill! Kill! Kill!".

The driver panics and runs off, knowing full well what to expect from these natives.

It was mayhem, as Jared did some of his muscle flexing. I can't tell you if the tourists were experiencing some horrible pain seeing him do that, or if they were wanting a fight to break out.

After a couple of odd minutes strutting his stuff, Jared plunges his hand straight to the kangaroo man's chest and pulls his throbbing heart out.

The man's screams were drowned by an elderly couple from Bosnia shouting, "Eat the Heart! eat the Heart, eat the Hearrrrrrrttttt" which Jared obligingly does.

The guy finally realised that it's one of the battles he can't win and takes off making incomprehensible disgruntled noises. The guy never moved from his seat again.

How's that for a tour?

Changes

[Edit : Look at how behind I am! I was supposed to post this at the beginning of the year but just got around to. I'm halfway trying to complete my manager's annual survey, and thought that I might just need a break and finally post this.]

January 2008. The first 'official' work day of the year.

Those who showed up looked fresh and relaxed from their long holiday break. I see Tracy, Zoey, Jared, Andrew on our side of the pod. All bright eyed, bushy tailed etc etc - seemingly looking busy, tapping away at their keyboards. Don't you love it when you see everybody like this?

Not unlike the zombies I used to mingle with last year. No red eyes, no moaning and groaning, no sharp teeth and no biting. Doesn't it create a pleasant atmosphere where, when you wake up in the morning, all you want to do is work, work, work?!*

*I threw up soon after I finished this sentence.

So I plop down on my seat, login and look at some of the empty desks around me. Tsk tsk. Awfully quiet. Zoey hardly speaks to me, Rwanda, our low flying airplane, has gone maternal, and Tracy, Tracy Tracy. Tracy never talks to us except when she wants something.

It always starts with "Hey.... (insert a real lonnnng pause here - which I suspect is the time it takes for her to remember our names.)

"...what do you know about (insert topic here)?" She continues.

I find this really annoying as I've already been caught turning my head too many times after she says "Hey", only to find out that she's after Zoey who sits right beside me. I think she does it on purpose, as she always cups her hand to her mouth to suppress her evil laugh (and big teeth).

Anyway, back to me, as I glance around the mostly empty desks. There were some changes indeed. I shake my head at Rwanda's desk as it looks more and more like inorganic day. I already notice some spiders building webs on her screen and a couple of squirrels hanging about chitchatting about this seasons chestnut harvest. Tsk Tsk.

I personally use her chair as a coat hanger now, which is just about the right size. Will definitely come in handy during winter where you could hang a couple of coats side by side. I find that I'm just too lazy walking down to where the real coat hanger is (which I'll be calling George). Also, before you get to George there's this danger of venturing near the T-Rex dinosaur paddocks as well - better be safe than to get bitten.

By about mid-morning Cesar comes down from the 4th floor and takes out some some treats from Peru. How really nice of him sharing pretty exotic goodies from his holiday.

"Lucuma is what we call them." Cesar mentions as I carefully inspect the pastry. "It only grows natively in Peru high atop the ancient pyramids of the Mayas where the virgins hearts are cut out in honor of the Sun God Saludos."** Interesting, I though as I bit into my first piece. Hmmm. Tastes pretty good actually. It's not strong as you barely taste the fruity flavor between the wafers it was enclosed in, but yummy nevertheless. Cesar also brought in some marshmallowy-puffy-thingies which probably came from the local dairy.

**This may or may not be true.

By midday, we decided to celebrate our first yearly lunch be going down to the local cafe. It's always good to start off with where your roots are, so this was the natural choice.

Expecting changes, I thought that they'd have more things on the menu, but pretty much the same old thing on offer from last year. Even Tracy's pick stayed the same - she got the same fave from last year (buttered fig muffins and scones)

The tuna pide (a type of bread - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PIDE) looked tasty which I decided to have. but tasted worse off than before, I mean, where did the caramelised onions go? Why'd it take longer to toast my sandwich? So that's where the changes happened, I thought.

Our conversations weren't that different from before though. "So what did you do for the break?", "Did you go anywhere?", "What are you going to do on Friday?" Blah blah blah.

"I did some squats last night and gave my ass muscles a workout" Jared abruptly says.

I nearly spat out the tuna I was chewing on.

"I know, I know" he added. "Too much info." (But something he surprisingly squeezed in the conversation.)

I closed my eyes and tried to get that horrible hairy image out of my head. Not that I've seen it personally! I'm no expert but I watch a lot of documentaries including Gorillas in the Mist. So I kid you not when I say that I have a pretty good idea on the number of indeterminate hair on their lower backs.

Tracy, as perceptive as ever, states the obvious over my sudden discomfort over the subject.

"You can't get the image off your mind, huh?"

I gave her a frown and thought, "No, unlike you Tracy, I haven't been desensitised at home."

It's obvious that our lunch conversations haven't evolved. They still retains the down, dirty and crude interpretations of opinions. There are missing gaps however. As people leave, they take along some of the expresiveness that you've grown fond of. e.g. one less person doing the eye rolling.

Which led me to ponder what this year's plot would bring about. More of the same? Or more twists than this season's episode of Lost?

Refill

"You're what?"

"I'm expecting!" Chantal says excitedly.

"You're pregnant?!?" I say in disbelief. "How did this happen??"

"..." Chantal was just speechless that I asked that question.

"Okay, sorry, that was my english gone wrong. I mean, I didn't ask how you did it but..."

Chantal was more embarassed than ever and had that look of a person about to give someone a good beating.

"... tell me what happened?"

(Of course I know what exactly happened! I seem to be on a streak of asking these stupid questions. It must be the coffee I had this morning.)

Chantal was obviously displeased with my questions and was about to run away.

"Okay, sorry, sorry but seriously, when are you due?"

"October"

Learning from my indescretion earlier, I thought carefully before I opened my mouth.

"So you did it on the boat huh?"

I got a slap for that one. Stars appeared but was pleased that I was still shakily holding my can of coke. She grabs her cup sitting on her desk and huffingly heads over to the kitchen.

"Wait! Wait! At least tell me if you did it on the lower decks or the suite? I'd be able to tell you if it's a girl or a boy!!!"

I hope she doesn't go back throws her re-rilled cup to my face.

Said Chris

Lo-o-o-nely, I'm so lo-o-o-nely....
I have nobody,
To call my owwnnn
I'm so lonely, I'm Mr Lonely
I have nobody,
To call my owwnnn

Most girls have packed their tiny suitcases and left. It all started when Chris has moved into the pod and would not share McMuffins. So the friendship ideals crashed and we decided to split and go our separate ways.

First left Trace (albeit temporarily), then Jenita, then Margaret, then Debbie (unknowingly also temporarily), then Jane, then I left (also temporarily), then Trace left again (Flying Spaghetti Monster knows for how long this time), and i have a suspicion Debs would soon leave again (and will never come back). I guess we could also say Tony left, as he's got long hair and does look like a girl from behind.

Chantal - your turn...

Christ will be very lo-o-o-nely in his pod yet again.

Tracy writes

"I was meaning to write on the blog." Tracy says.

"You said that two weeks ago." I replied.

"Actually, I think I said that last year."

Coaxing her to write on the blog is becoming more like showing clams to play fetch. I wouldn't have been persisted if we didn't have this writer's strike going on. But desperate times do stimulate creative stories. I ruffle through my backpack and put my purple pretend cap on.

What if.... Dum dum dum! [Drum roll].

What if... Tracy did write on the blog.

[Cue dreamy sound effect transition here...]

Chris told me I looked different today when we were walking down to the lunch bar.

"Did you swap clothes from this morning?" He says.

"I actually got a haircut!" I proudly say.

"No wonder you look so different."

Well duh! Chris really doesn't have a clue, he still looks perplexed and stares at me like a deer waiting for an incoming car. I waved my hands like a penguin to get him back to reality. Last thing I want to happen is him veering off (which happens often) and crashing with tangle of hair. Messy. I've never even dreamed of picking clumps of hair in the highway. Now I know how it feels like to be the person waxing Jared. Ewwwww.

Anyway, "Why doesn't everybody notice?" I thought. To think that I could smell freshly cut hair a mile away. In fact, I smell it even further when I wear my high heels. Although, my sense of smell doesn't work that well when I wear my boots. I wonder why?

Which reminds me not to wear those red Manolo Blanoc high heels again. They really left some really ugly scars. Poor Chris, he should have known better not to feed Lucas some chocolate.

I grab my favourite pen and started to write that thought down on my handy notepad. "Hmmmm. I wish I had bigger hands. I just keep filling mine up."

We finally got to the bakery and was quite annoyed with the long queue. Arggggh. I hate waiting. If I wasn't wearing my summer dress I would've elbowed my way to the front.
Summer dress is equal to lady-like. Which I am. Those high heels would've come in handy.

I should have brought lunch but Tim's been eating all the bread at home. "Grrrrr." I thought as I write another reminder to buy a lock and key.

I grab my usual chicken sandwich and annoy Chris by grabbing the serviettes first, just as he was about to reach for them. "Har har har." I chuckle as he puts on his frowny face. I'm soooo evil sometimes.

We met Jared whom we left chatting with his friend from his previous work. Chris makes a comment about him looking similar to Jared. I play nice and quietly laugh instead.

3 Minutes was how long it took to finish my lunch. "I'm not trying to be rude guys." I say as I excused myself out of the table. "It's just that I've got so much stuff to do, and... you know?" I'm actually just over these guys. All Jared talks about is sports, his bum and his big arms. Chris can't seem to finish his gardening. Blah blah blah. I think I'll just hang around with Zoey and annoy her with my stories.

"Hey!.... Zoey!!!"

[Cue another dreamy sound effecct transition here. Fade out.]

Her blog.

What if... Rayana was sooo bored that she actually started blogging?

08:30 – Alarm rings but I whack it with a broom and go back to sleep.

09:30 – I finally drag myself out of bed and suddenly have this urge to bake some raspberry muffins.

09:32 – I check my email before I go to the bathroom. Hrmmmph (or whatever a pregnant lady sounds). No new mail.

10:01 – Baby kicked.

10:20 – With the muffins finally in the oven. My husband, Will, tries to amuse me with juggling to ease me out of my lethargic state.

11:31 – Un-amused, I hit Will with my broom.

11:32 – I check my email and visit reddit.com

12:25 – After waiting an eternity for my muffins to cool down, I gorge myself and stuff as many in my mouth as I can.

12:25:30 – I choke on a raspberry.

12:27 – I suddenly realize I have another mouth to feed and grab 2 more muffins .

12:33- Will trots in the kitchen and asks "where the m muffins at?"

12:34 – I check my email. And check the bafl blog. Why doesn’t anybody write anymore???

15:35 – Tummy rumbles and suddenly have another big craving for pasta.

15:40 – I prepare the ingredients.

15:41 – I check my email and write a quick note. Checked bafl again just in case. Damn! No postings!

16:20 – Pasta-filled, I waddle down to the sofa and lie down.

16:21 – Baby rolls. I ignore it and take a nap. Baby kicks me again telling me to re-position.

17:30- Watch TV

17:40 – Decided to have my midnight snack early

18:00 – Watch more TV. Where the f$#%$#^# is House!

18:30 – Bored again. I grab a book and start reading.

18:42 – I prepare supper. This time baked some potatoes and other veggies. Heavenly!

19:38 – I “tell” Will to do the dishes. He makes a face but it’s nothing a broom can fix.

20:20 – I don’t think I had dessert. I waddle down this time to the fridge to get some ice cream. Whew! Tough job!

21:00 – Received an email. Apparently Engr. Usman Malika wants my assistance on a confidential but a mutually beneficial transaction. He’s from Nigeria.

21:32 – Finished a couple of chapters off my book.

22:32 – Feel sleepy.

22:33 – Washed up, changed and went to bed.

22:39 – I cursed and realized that I forgot my broom downstairs. I tried for a few minutes to get up.

22:42 – I gave up and went to sleep.

02:00 – Dreamt of flying muffins.

2008 Predictions

It's that time of the year again, where we look forward and try to optimistically see what's in store. Here's a stab on what I think will happen this year:

• Tracy bakes her first cake ever - with disastrous results. Lucas gets Cake-o-phobia.


• Vicki finally changes her ring tone.


• Rayana enjoys being a mum so much she gets preggers again.


• Jared pokes his eye on the stripper they hire for his Bachelor party.


• Hillary becomes the first female president of the US.


• The NZ Herald goes on the intranet's banned list.


• Paul decides that the country life is more for him and becomes a kumara farmer.


• After a long dry spell, Tracy over-indulges in chocolate and gains a few lbs.


• Tina adopts 2 more cats. Her 2nd book also gets published.


• The Google phone comes out.


• Somebody tampers into the campaign tool and changes all instances of "Rob" to "Wob"


• Chantal finally complains. omg.


• Jared loses 7 lbs but Kate gains a lot more than that in her tummy.


• SSDs drop in price and gain popularity.


• Jenita gets engaged to her long time boyfriend.


• Darren wins the Bin Laden look alike contest.


• Tracy goes on a big holiday with Lucas, leaving her husband behind who's known to be a flight risk.


• Tanja decides to try something different and gets a perm.


• After another blow to her custody battle, Britney is deemed suicidal and gets institutionalised.


• Nelle gains a few lbs from her holiday.


• After her wedding, Michelle decides to become a stay at home mum.


• Tired of all the trans-tasman jokes, Jane decides to go back to Australia.


• Professor Snapes is also gay.


• Adele, not satisfied with what the builders are doing, renovates all the way through 2010.


• The lolly jar is magically enchanted and never runs dry.


• Andrew names his twins, Luke and Leia.


• Claire finally sorts out the leaky house.


• Tony returns. So does the Joker.


• Jared's sex tape is accidentally leaked.


• Chris infuriates Tracy by secretly feeding Lucas some Chocolate cake.

Lollies

It's Lindsay's last day so I dragged myself along with Trace who was tasked to procure a farewell gift for her.

"So should we head round to the flower shop then?" Tracy mentions

"I dunno, I'm just coming along for a walk." I say.

(Actually, it's more useful for me to finally observe what Trace's shopping habits are. I'm planning on writing a documentary for National Geographic's Jurassic Shopping Habits not knowing how terribly complicated it was.)

So we went inside the local mall and perused what wares the florist had on display. Pretty soon, Tracy got bored and asked me if I wanted to go and check out the local mart where "everyone gets a bargain." Or as what Tina would put it "where everyone gets a hard*n." Yuk.

"Okay, sure." I said, quite surprised thinking that they also sold flowers there - but soon realised how wrong I was.

With her taking the lead, we went from the tool section, on to the baby section, and to the underwear section where Tracy abruptly stopped and dangled some knickers in front of me saying "ooh la la!." Embarrassed, I turned deep red as I saw a couple of ladies from the corner of my eye ogling at us. I tried to run away but was unsuccessful as she ran after me twirling a couple of bras like a helicopter.* (Okay, the last sentence didn't really happen.)

"Whew!" I sighed, as I ran to the xmas lolly section to take refuge. I grabbed a big mixed pack as It was supposed to be my turn filling up our communal office lolly jar. Tina's and Vicki's really been diligent filling (and eating) it up - they love their lollies. In fact, Tina had her tooth filling done lately, which didn't stop her from trying out the sweets.

"It's the reason why I had my teeth done in the first place, to eat more of these." She said to me once.

Anyway, I motioned to Tracy that I'm done while she's looking at some baby suits.

"You know those pink suits would definitely go with Lucas' eyes" I said, not realising that she was looking for ideas for Rayloc's maternal farewell.

"Ha ha. Funny!" Tracy laughs baring her white (and sharp) teeth. I could never really tell if she's genuinely amused or holding off strangling me. It's a sign that I've been watching too much animal docos as I could have sworn that's the way a lion snarls at you just right before you get jumped on and get gnawed to bits. I mentally take a note not to piss her off too much - as I wasn't sure when she might snap.

I head to the counter to pay for my goodies but made a quick stopover when I saw the "proper" lolly lane. My mouth just went open as I stared at the shelves and shelves fully packed with treats. Oh the joy! And look at those discounts! It truly felt like I'm getting a bargain! I grabbed a couple of pineapple lumps, some fruits bursts, and spent more time trying to decide whether to get wiggly worms.

Thankfully, Tracy was around to rouse me off my blank state and drag me to the nearest checkout.
We finally got back to the florist - and decided to get Linsday an xmas plant rather than flowers. Lasts longer - but unsure if Lindsay wants to remember us after her retirement.

The walk back was fun. I had to carry all the heavy stuff but got a quick break after tricking Tracy saying I was hot and needed to get my jacket off. I still owe her for saving my life though as she caught me just in time the blustery wind was about to blow me out to sea.

6-inch

Walked to Subway for lunch today with Subway being the closest food place and the weather being windy and threatening with drops of water on our heads. Chris had to hide behind me as the largest object in our lunch bunch nowadays, so that the wind doesn't pick him up and fly him 2 steps back for every step forward. Tracy was gone in a nostalgic memory of Wellington days, while Jared could only think of Subway. Can't help but remember Homer trying to think and all he sees in his mind is a donut.

After about a 10 minute wait in the queue and meaningless conversations about different types of subs each of us will have it's Tracy's turn to order.

- "I'll have a 6-inch BMT. Thanks!" Which is completely different to what she said she will have, but her favorite. The order guy started piling up a tiny piece of bread with ham, when she looks at me. "Does that look like a 6 inch to you?"

This is one of those questions where you shouldn't ever hesitate: "Does my butt look big in this?", "Do you think I gained some weight?" and I enthusiastically respond: "No!". So Tracy turns back to the order guy: "This is a very small 6-inch" by pointing her finger at it. All things being equal…

He patiently unsticks the ham, salami and other things he so neatly packed on that small 6-inch, gets another piece of bread and cuts off about 60% of it just for Trace before her short paws reach out and tear the 6-inch apart.

"That's much better!" I say just as enthusiastically to the guy, when I get a sharp nudge from Chris to stop annoying the guy. Thank goodness they make you a sub right in front of you, so you know no extra spit-spice goes in it. Right Trace?

After we get our subs we are back on our way towards the building with the wind in our backs now. Holding Chris by his jacket, so he doesn't fly off we try to listen in to what Tracy and Jared are talking about but no luck.

Jared is gesticulating wildly, showing someone slapping his face and then describing something that involves a large stomach?

"What do you think they are talking about?" I ask Chris.
"I think he got slapped on the weekend" replies the flying stick.
"What was that gesture about a big stomach?" I cautiously ask while rubbing my own sack of potatoes that seems to be growing every hour now.
"Maybe his stomach got bigger"
"After he got slapped?"
"Possibly"

Tracy and Jared look at each other, rolling their eyes as far back as possible: "Can you give us the stuff you are on?"

Only later during lunch when we were discussing how hard it is to get your loved pets into this country and how donkeys are really cool animals to keep and how you should never trust movers packing your stuff and how early one needs to get up to make it to work from the west, Jared ventured off topic as usual and described how a big wave splashed over him while he was walking in Mission Bay. It's a really important incident: wave splashing over. More important than say movers stealing a pack of really expensive kitchen knives or packing a grill from the oven, just cos it was there.

At least Chris and I finally understood who slapped him. We are yet to find out why his stomach got bigger though.

Mishap

Office highlight for the Day:

Tracy butting heads with the mobile whiteboard.

Tune in next week for more of National Geographic's "Extreme Jurassic Mating Rituals".

Who is Derek McDreamy?

Almost four days gone, just came back from a sickie.
A lot of things have happened which rather surprised me.
My inbox was full of spam and banter,
including Wob's adventures which skipped another chapter.

Logging onto my machine I was dreading,
as my inbox, I'm sure was overflowing.
All messages deleted from Rayana "The Spammer" was easy,
but what caught my eye were emails about McDreamy.

It seems that wob managed to meet up with a mate,
ending up on Subway for his very first date.

The name is Derek, Derek McDreamy.
An irish perhaps? Or a scottish laddie?
I first thought upon hearing that Wob's finally come out of the closet,
to reveal to the world his innermost secret.
But was I mistaken, that just like Sam,
Derek's a lady - far, far from being a man.

Apologies Sam, as I know you'll be reading.
As you know that names are a bit misleading.
That didn't stop me though from thinking back,
that I originally thought you were a cat.

But let's focus more on Wob's new vice,
Which led him to ask us lot for desperate advice.
"How should I impress her? or "What sort of flowers should I bring?",
to "What type of shirt would be most appealing".
"Not the pity sex shirt" Rayana was saying.
"It doesn't matter, you'll never get any." was what I was thinking.

So who is she?
Who's this new girl who just happened to be?
It would've been nice if somebody gave us a clue,
on how she was tricked to hang out with our dude.

Blonde? or black flowing hair?
A pimple perhaps or some facial hair?
I beg thee wob, at least get a picture snapped.
Be careful when you do it though, as you might get slapped.
The last thing you need is a warrant to serve,
To be forever branded as a shutterbug perv.

From the last post we know that the first date was a marvel.
As he got a peck on the cheek for his trouble.
I'm sure at this point he got to show off his powers,
By turning bright red and sweating under the covers.

Now I can't wait what the dreaded second date would entail,
First base? Second base? or leg between his tails?
All in all, I'm sure he'll end this date a marchin'.
Even if he seems like a 27 year old virgin.

As I come to the end of this post.
We never got to answer what matters most.

Just who is Derek McDreamy?
A fictional character? or a monster of the sea?
You better let us know - the suspense is killing me!

Wob's adventures with Derek

As we all know by now, Sam has not forgiven Rob for his "old woman" comment (see Wob) . Since then the free morning breakfasts have stopped and so did the evening meals.

Friday night girl hunting ended before it began a week ago, when Rob met Derek McDreamy, the person of his dreams. Sam had her usual share of wine and decided to call it quits for the night as a Tuesday lunch date was established.

It was a dream come true when Derek accepted Robs offer of a date. He knew when he looked into her eyes it was love at first sight but was not sure she felt the same. How fortuitous that he had moved a month earlier to Auckland with the company that he had learned to love and respect a long time ago.

Rob has been anxiously awaiting that date, asking everyone around "should I bring a single flower?", "shall I offer to pay for drinks?", "shall we go to a casual place, or somewhere slightly classier should do for a first date?", "should I wear something different than Pity-sex t-shirt?".

When Tuesday finally arrived, he zoomed out of the door with the same speed he usually blushes when you ask him 'How is Derek?'. As he ran across the street, he looked back to ensure none of us follow him and take videos of the date.

The date continued in the dreamlike fashion, Derek made conversation that only Flavor Flav could have rivalled and dressed like a sparkle princess. They enjoyed a fine delicacy of food from Subway before having to part (lips) to go back to work. Derek obviously wanted more… Wob now knew the path of true love and only had to conquer one thing before the next date - SAM.

He came back slightly exhausted with what seemed like a permanent blush on his cheeks. "It was hard work", he said - "But it was worth it".
Then he went on about how he quite enjoyed his lunch with Derek and how it seemed like it wasn't even a date, but meeting with a close friend. ("awwwww" we all said back). He even managed a good-bye, casual peck on the cheek.

SAM (his other true love) could not be forgotten and although he admitted to thinking she was an old lady was still in love with her. How could he make the choice? How could he honour his love with each woman knowing he still had the other waiting in the wings……


As for the next date? Well, it's all up to how Sam can manage that one. We're curiously awaiting the next story.

Tune in next time when we hear more about McDreamy Derek, Sam I am and a bit of slap and tickle...

A philosophical discussion

Tim: I just love avocado
Tracy: Mmm. Avocado is the best.
Jared: Tim, does your place have a barbeque?
Tim: I have to put avocado on everything.
Tracy: Mmm.. Avocado on everything is the best.
Chris: giggle-giggle
Jared: Does your barbecue have a roaster?
Rayana: Chris, do my eyes look cross to you?
Tim: I just use avocado instead of salad dressing.
Tracy nods happily: Mmm..
Jared: Does your place have a pool too?
Rayana looks from one person to another.
Chris: giggle-giggle.
Tim wonders out loud while holding his precious avocado skin: I wonder if too much avocado is bad for you.
Tracy: mmm… too much avocado.
Jared: Is your barbecue a 6 burner?
Rayana snaps: what's with you and barbecue?
Jared: Tim's place is next to Adele's, where we are having a christmas lunch.
Chris digs in deeper into his deep-fried lunch to stop from snorting his food all over Tracy. She usually does quite a good job with it herself.
Tim: I've got a 7 burner, with roasting and no you cannot pee in my pool.
Jared: is your place about 30 minutes away from Whangarei? Cos you know, I own that land.
Rayana: Yes, he spit on it.
Tracy: Chris wanted to so much to pee in your pool.
Chris: How was that avocado?
Jared suddenly gets a different idea: Is it all right to invite your ex to th wedding?
Tracy: Why would you do that?
Chris: Umm… I don't know. Never had an ex before.
Jared: well, you know, if I was invited to her wedding.
Rayana: they probably didn't expect that you would actually show up.
Jared: yes, but everyone in my Uni group of friends is ex with someone in the same group, so it's impossible to avoid (put politely. I think his actual words were: Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees and what we do with the grease).


And this is as meaningful as our lunch conversation went today.

We're normal

Wob came back without a scratch today. Apart from shooting green sparks out of his eyes and wearing a t-shirt that says "I'm here to kill you", he seemed well and happy.

Sam forgave him and according to Wob she was so happy to see him that she had 3 glasses of wine and took him grocery shopping. She was very chatty and chatted up everyone at the checkout counter and he had to lead her away. Apparently that day they definitely looked like a happy couple. We now can see the development of a very strong relationship. While talking about it, he only had to display his superpowers once, this time turning Bright Red and flash his t-shirt at us twice.

Jared is now back also from his 4 week long holiday and he's not leaving for at least 365 days, 22 hours and 43 minutes. Trace with her 3 fingered forelimbs is working from home, so we've got a quiet area with giggling Chris, Chantal (who doesn't say much) and I (the babbler that speaks for two). No one to growl at you, or pinch you or shout "Yo-yo-yo!", so peaceful.

Jared has brought so many wonderful images of waxed body parts that no one of us dreamed of being waxed.

"Yes", he adds, "They do that too. First they push it to one side, then you scream, then they push it to the other side". But things like that are a perfect recipe for weight loss over lunch. You listen, you stop eating. We'll never look at Jared the same.

Chantal is off for her week-long cruise, stocking up on all things sea: sea-legs, sea-bands, sea-lions. One may think she'd come back as a mermaid.

Chris is gnawing at his arms crying and begging for people to take him with them. He's used up all of his vacation for his sick bed.

I simply cannot wait till end of December when I get out of this place free as a watermelon. Closer to the date I will be rolled down the stairs and the elevator lights will go off with "Overload" signs. It takes me three wobbles to get to the elevator in the first place.

Trace's desk is just as messy as when she's in the office, so all is good, all in the right place, all as it should be.

We're back in business.

The result of the previous blog

Wob Sclatero, a runaway cactus, age of 27 (not-so-old) has died today of a heart attack. Possible causes, rat poison in his morning breakfast, followed by a few knocks on the head, which he supposedly used to think before he acted.

At the time of death, neighbours heard a loud laughter coming in from Sam's room with such comments as: "Hmmppphhh.. Old".

He was survived by a Yellow GTO, 3 liter engine with no front spoiler.

Funeral arrangements were entrusted to anyone but Rayana and Chris. A mass will be celebrated at Queen Street at 5:30 am, his usual wake up time.

Wob

"Look! Up in the sky!" Rayloc shouts out.

"Is it a bird? a plane? Superman!?" I say "or Spiderman perhaps?!?"

I gave a hard look and squinted just to get my eyes to focus. "Holy moley! It is indeed a person in a black shirt coming towards us." But of course, he wasn't really flying, as Rayana's always prone to exaggerate. It's Rob and he's just hovering towards our desk.

Rayloc, seeing another opportunity to play a practical joke, quickly whispered to me "When Rob gets here, don't forget to ask him about his girlfriend Sam okay?"

I was perplexed "Who's Sam? and when did he procure a girlfriend?"

Rayana quickly cut me off by making a shushing gesture, apparently to warn me that he's just round the corner coming towards our pod.

"Kneel you puny mortals!" Rob shouts out as he announces his presence to the pod. "Cower in fear before the mighty Sclaterro! Mwahahahaha!!!...." He says in his menacing and thunderous voice. "But you can call me Wob if you want to."

"Well okay" I thought. He really wasn't the Superman I was expecting. And no, he definitely wasn't wearing his underpants on top of his jeans, but he was wearing his stock standard costume with the spider pig logo emblazoned on his shirt.

"So how's things?" I say, as we haven't really caught up lately. He's been busy back in his hometown hooking up apparently, (100's of kms away). Wob answers with the usual chatter that everything's fine etc etc. I can't help but see Rayana peering behind her chair winking at me, prodding me to set Wob up for the question.

Now, I honestly don't know why I participate. I know that I could get into serious trouble as Wob, the super chap that he is, could easily beat me up using his jujitsu, feng shui and karate but perhaps its the curiousity of finding out who this elusive Sam is.

I give in and without knowing what's in store for me and finally say "...and how's your girlfriend Sam going?"

This is where Wob displays one of his super powers and turns red as a beet root - okay, more like pinkish red, like what a chameleon in a red leafy jungle would do to hide from office predators.Except this time, no color in the world would help if you were to hide in an office pod. I tried this once with Tracy, disguising myself as a rather dull supply box, trying to evade the weekly catchups - but didn't work as she quickly sniffed me out and rattled the cardboard with her forelimbs.

Wob tried explaining, to Rayana's delight, that she's not his girlfriend or anything "just somebody who makes me breakfast at six in the morning."

"Mmmmkay, more clues I thought." Logically, I could now assume that they do live together unless wob lives in a makeshift cardboard box under the motorway bridge and waits for the homeless to serve him breakfast, and that she's definitely not a cat, because I've never seen a cat wake up at 6am.

But there's still a lot of unanswered questions. Like, How'd they meet? how did Wob get a girl to stay with him without having to give his credit card details? (hehe)

Rob's beginning to sense our reluctance in believing that there's nothing going on between them and defensively says "There's nothing going on! She's an old woman."

"An old woman huh?" I said and then thinking about those ladies in walkers hobbling around the retirement home hand in hand with Wob.

"You shouldn't say that aloud! The people around the office might get an impression that you're into that sort of thing." Rayloc says. "Just think of all the commotion when those oldies flock around you."

I think this is where Rob realised his mistake using the word "old". "No!! Not that old! she's only 37!""

Darn." That apparently ruined the momentum I had building in my mind. I thought we had an exciting story of cradle snatching going on.

I never did get to find out the entire story about Sam as Rayloc quickly switched to talking about Coke this time and how Rob doesn't seem to be drinking anything but.

"Wob can finish at least 2-3 litres of Coke a day (?). He doesn't even drink anything apart from that. Not even water or juice."

"What do you mean I don't drink water? What do you think I am? a cactus?" He replied, in which the whole conversation was drowned out by Rayloc laughing. (Yes, kinda like when you're in the airport and a jumbo jet flies by.)

I think Rob would make a great cactus though. Soft on the inside, but prickly to the touch. In fact, he'd be a great comic book villain. "Pathetic humans! Bow before Cacktarr! The Master of Moisture! Mwahahahaha..." -- Which coincidentally sounds like a catchy tune for an aromatherapy ad.

How to make Chris jump

Just say "Lasagna!"

Went out to the cafe for our daily fix of food for lunch. I have ordered a mixture of meat and veggies on rice, while Chris went for a simple "I'll have a lasagna with a side salad, please, thank you". We barely sat down when he jumped up just as the cashier shouted: "Lasagna!".

He runs slow motion through the cafe, overturning chairs, pushing people off to the side, when someone just grabs the lasagna and walks off.

"Oh!" says Chris and backs up to our table slightly pink in the face.

"Beef and Rice!" shouts the cashier, when i slowly unload the weight off my chair and push my way through the line. I come back to my desk and sit down, as Chris jumps up yet again in what is the exact copy of the slow motion run to the cashier. This time it wasn't even "Lasagna!" she shouted, more like Chicken Chow Mein.

He realizes his hungry mistake a little too late as half of the cafe turns around to look at the spectacle and backs away a wee-bit too fast and hits a table.

"This is embarassing!" he says quietly.

He can't help it he's so skinny, he needs to eat a lot and fast..

"Lasagna!" shouts laughing cashier. Chris slowly turns his head and looks in wonder. She points at him: "Yes, you this time!".

We thank the cashier and the people in the cafe and push our way out of the door, happy with the warm food in our hands.

Cooking 101

There's no better way to describe this than to get straight to the point.

Ragz is a single guy, who lives by himself in a one bedroom apartment, short distance from work. Living by himself is an adventure already, as his mom is still back in India and he has no access to her delicious food and most of his troubles arise in the kitchen. Lately all his lunches consist of Subway sandwiches, and we had no way of saying what he had for dinner. Until now.

About a week ago we laughed through our tears when Ragz explained to us about his egg microwaving experience. It was as usual, during our support meeting. Tracy, Chantal and I were in for an amusing story.

- Can anyone tell me where I can buy a microwave plate?
- What plate?
- You know, the plate that sits in a microwave and spins.
- What happened to your plate?
- I microwaved an egg on it.

We looked at each other, unsure if this is where we should laugh, or perhaps an even funnier explanation would follow.

- How da… Why da… What da..? - was all we could manage in response.

- I was hungry. So I put an egg in a bowl of water (ohhh, so there was a bowl of water) and instead of cooking it burst all over the microwave.

It is already hard to imagine why would anyone with a proper stove would use a microwave at home to boil an egg. But after careful consideration and trying-to-be-understanding-while-suppressing-our-laughs looks we got more cooking lessons. Here they are.

Brown eggs cook longer than white eggs, Ragz confirmed, as he had boiled the eggs before in two different pots at home to see which one would boil faster. While the brown egg took 5 minutes, the white one took 2 minutes, so why not stick the white one in a microwave next time.

Forget the amount of water or the fact that the egg wasn't fully submerged in water, how did the bursting egg break the plate?

- Well, when I opened the microwave, the plate just jumped out on me.

No wonder, it was probably very scared after an eggsplosion.

- Can you not tape or glue it together?, said considerate Tracy, knowing that any other plate he buys would probably die of a heart attack within a short period any way.
- It broke, like, in a hundred little pieces!!! - sqeuaked back Ragz

I would too, if I knew there was a possibility of me going back into that microwave with Ragz on the other side of the door.

- You could make it a project? Like mosaics...

Being the helpful bunch we are we started offering subtle advice on how to clean a microwave. Even though he has spent a night scrubbing the egg of the ceiling (don't ask how that got there, no answer you get would be satisfactory as an explanation), the stench and the glued-up particles of yolk have decided to take a permanent residence in the microwave.

- Why don't you put a grape in? - I offered.
- Why would I put a grape in?
- Well, it's got this unusual quality of being acidic and when you microwave a grape, it takes all the smell out of the microwave, not talking about the yellow bits. It's a well known chemical process.

Tracy and Chantal give me the are-you-in-the-right-mind look and I just stare back at them. My stare wins.

- Oh yeah, then it would be sparkling clean! - they shout.

Tracy gives a bit more explanation on how to microwave a grape and for how long. Better yet, put two of each colour in and do not under any circumstances poke any holes in it, as it already has a hole at the bottom of the grape (or the top) where it is attached.

Ragz is all ears, thankful for the well-meaning advice. Until this morning.

- You!!! You!!!! And YOU!!!! He points at us screaming during the meeting in the lunch room this morning.

All angels turn to look at him while discussing the latest data loads.

- A GRAPE IN A MICROWAVE?

The whole lunch room jumped up while we bent over kicking and crying and laughing, barely hearing what he's got to say.

- I CAN'T BELIEVE I LISTENED TO YOU. NOT ONLY DID THE MICROWAVE TURN BLACK, I HAD TO FREEZE TO DEATH BECAUSE THE STENCH WAS OVERWHELMING AND I HAD TO OPEN THE WINDOWS!!!!

- Why would you microwave a grape?
- Because you told me it would help clean the microwave and get rid of the smell! I put it in and left thinking ahh-the pleasures of clean oven and came running back when the smell of the grape got stronger than the smell of a burst egg. It was BLACK and stuck to the microwave.
- Well, at least THAT didn't burst!
- Didn't burst? Didn't BURST?! - he squealed. It had became black and stuck to the microwave!

We forgot he had no plate… Well at least the smell of the egg was gone, right?

That was another sleepless night for Ragz and many more to come, as he's expecting a sales agent to come see the apartment this Saturday and has to scrub and clean to get rid of both smells, an egg on the ceiling and a grape in the oven. That's all right he's got about 72 hours.

Perhaps someone has a tip for him on how to clean up? Perhaps a cocktail of vinegar and baking soda in a large jar? Shaken, not stirred.

Some Links to what he should have googled before he tried it at home.

Grape Plasma

You tube

Arranged Marriages

Apart from proposing various hairstyles for Ragz this morning just as any other morning, we somehow got to the story of Ragz' arranged marriage. He has 3 women waiting for his "I do". But it's not all harem fun, is it Ragz? This is how it is supposed to happen.

Poor Ragz arrives in a house full of her family, moms, dads, aunties and uncles, grandmas and grandpas, sisters, brothers and all the various cousins. He is seated across from his bride-to-be in hopes that something may spark in her eyes and fly across a table full of baked goods into his eyes.

Talk about pressure, when you've got 100 pairs of eyes staring in your mouth, watching your every move, breathing your every breath. This is the moment, now is the time, you either like her or you don't and there's no turning back, you have to start a conversation and make your mind up.

Ragz: Umm.. Good day to you.
Bride-to-be: Hi
Everyone in the room holding their breath.

Ragz: How are you?
Bride-to-be: Very well, thank you!
Everyone in the room: Awwwww…

Ragz: The weather is nice today, you can cook an egg or two on the bonnet of the car.
Bride-to-be: As long as it's not overcooked.
Everyone in the room claps their hands in excitement.

Ragz: Will you marry me?
Bride-to-be: Oi…
As everyone in the room jumps up and pushes bride-to-be aside to hug and kiss and otherwise smother Ragz with their food offerings.

I can barely imagine the pressure he must go through to pick one of those 3, as he needs to go through this three times and take the girl out on a date with her whole family in tow. Maybe this could be another version of My Big Fat Indian Wedding movie.



But I'm sure after his adventures in NZ, especially the rafting trip (see UNTOUCHED photo: What nice legs you have) where he showed his exceptional skills of rafting on his head while masterfully waving hello with his feet, he will do just fine.


Too bad she won't get to wear a white dress, says Ragz, as she has to wear as much glitter as possible.. He said he remembers the time when he wore a tight black dress and he loved it and is sorry his bride-to-be is to miss out on this happy feeling.

This is where you nod understandingly…

May I be polite?

The support meetings every morning would not end before Ragz breaks down in tears over his haircut. We are not exactly forcing him to change it, more of a gentle nudge in the ribs every 15 minutes. He gave us an idea when he tried Bungy jumping, sky diving, water rafting and microwaving eggs. Seeing how his life is full of risk and his head of hair it would be shame if it didn't have a few yellow spikes in it. Ok, so his ribs have now got a permanent dent where T-rex pokes him with her pen while asking for status on data warehouse issues and where I poke him with her pen if he doesn't explain why he hadn't yet microwaved grapes. But if he doesn't have much hair left (his words) might as well put them to good yellow use.

Chantal this morning amused us by describing curious incidents with her son. He has become very polite and apparently it's not something the parents have taught him. "May I eat my dinner?", "May I turn on the TV". This alone is raising a question as to what he generally eats or where he got this sudden urge to be polite, cos the parents are so annoyed that sooner or later they will just say No to test the response. But at least Momo says good morning to himself every morning (see Adventures of Momo below). We have convinced Chantal that asking is usually a normal thing and the child is not in need of discipline… yet. It could be worse, he can actually add "please" at the end.

Considering that one of her neighbours has killed his wife and the other dropped dead after a rugby game on his driveway… but that's a whole other blog for the whole other hood.

Accidents

Now that Jared's out, it's usually just Me, Rayloc, and Tracy who go for lunch.

With Jared not around to remind us, we're usually stuck taking our mid day break at a bad hour. Unlike a camel stuck in the desert, Jared does not have the means to sustain himself after noon as his hump is not palatable enough for him, or for human consumption. Believe me when I say that Rayana got a finger sprain just by poking at it too many times.

As well as late, lunch has lately been cut short, with Tracy always the first one running back to her desk. I'm sure she just can't stand us, or that she just wants to login to Facebook and check her friends out.

Even with the above shortcomings, it doesn't deter them from telling crazy stories. The good boy that I am, I always listen with interest with what these two crazies have got to say.

Tracy has been sporting a bandage lately after trying to take out the stone from an avocado. Which is her story by the way, I know how those pits are "mean slippery buggers", but I think what happened was more more sinister than that. Tracy makes up a lot of stories, just like Rayana makes up stories about her owning a house.

Like how Tracy wants her food seasoned with human blood just to make them tasty. I didn't believe her, because for one, she doesn't have the bite marks on her neck. and two, I didn't hear her say "I vant yor vludd!!!" when she was chasing Ragz this morning.

Russian roulette with a knife? Most probably, as she was the one chosen to organise the activities for the team Xmas party.

Anyway, after describing her torrid affair with the kitchen knife. Rayana decided not to be outdone and told us all about her experience with a paper guillotine on her previous role. She showed us her forefinger with a very distinct scar, like someone's just chopped part of it off at some time. Ewwww. Even the fingerprints aren't aligned anymore. I wasn't surprised when she told us that she was talking to someone when she 'accidentally' chopped the tip of her finger off. Or when she told us that she didn't feel any pain at all but did faint after the blood was spurting from her finger afterwards.

I have to stop here as I really can't concentrate when somebody's hovering behing you, munching noisily on an apple.

On tomorrow's edition : How Tracy bit off Rayana's head after sending too many 'fake' messages in Core.

Hug me

Today's lunch was on the 4th floor, the finance geeks, accountants, portugese people, hugging people and us: Tracy, Chris, Jared and I. While we were discussing the education levels of some of the people present and the ignorance of the rest there were at least 4 hugs given in the kitchen. What's the deal with that? Why isn't it a rule on level 3?

Jared kindly recommended his view on the issue: "A minimum of two hugs per day must be given in BI with each hug given to a different person. If the KPIs for hugging are not met, this must go on the performance review of the individual with severe penalties. Contractors must do free time for every hug missed or misgiven and the pain caused by not adhering to the rules."

Now this might have been the smartest thing he had ever said, but that's beside the point.

Tracy aka T-Rex, being the communications specialist has volunteered to communicate this new policy to the rest of the team. And some of us simply can't wait for it to be a new policy, so that people would stop telling him off for constantly walking into them, right Christ?

I mean, the person just cannot walk straight. Period. The gravitational rules can be proven on him. If you are the closest walking person, he will eventually end up on your feet, if you are lucky and if you are not, well, let's just hope there's a soft spot on the ground next to you. Or worse yet, you might end up carrying him till another person is in his gravitational field.

Any way.. Jared started talking about his trip (my eyes don't roll any further since I met him) again. And this time it revolved around food. He still doesn't know the country I'm from and thinks it's Abercrombie and Fitch and for some other reason only known to Jared, he thinks it's in Egypt.

Jared: "Can you eat food from stalls in Egypt? Because we cannot eat food from stalls in Egypt. Our doctor said we shouldn't eat food from stalls in Egypt."
Tracy stopped chewing on her freshly made sandwiches with chicken and tomato and asks: "Why not?"
Jared: "Well, we are only there for 10 days and I Don't really want to spend it in the toilet." (Actually, he used a completely different word here, but considering this is a family-friendly place we will beep those out).
Rayana: "What is the joy of travelling places if you cannot enjoy the local food and only eat at the hotel restaurants?"
Jared: "Well, what else can we do?"

We can just see those photos. Jared in Egypt - running to the toilet. Jared in Egypt - walking out of the toilet. Jared in Egypt - I don’t even wanna go there.

T-rex: "You should be used to food poisoning by now with Kate's cooking."

I'd like to make a point here that T-Rex said this, not me.. Just keep that in mind when you get to the end.

Jared also mentioned he wanted to get exit row seats in the airplane. Knowing Jared I just couldn't help myself: "Why would YOU need extra leg room?" and all hell broke loose.

I got called names by T-Rex, some pretty, some not-so-much, but the fact remains - he's not the tallest of creatures.

This is when we found out how many languages she could speak.

Tracy in English: I speak many languages
Tracy in Maori: Pakanini (Jared translated this, apparently it's a mix between a stomach and panini)
Tracy in French: Pale voo fla-fla
Tracy in Spanish: Ola and something else that sounded more like the previous maori expression
Tracy in Italian: Ciao

And then they call me mean. It took all my energy to even try and suppress the endless flow of comments that just kept forcing themselves out of my mouth. I promised to be nice till 4:00pm, and it's now 4:18 pm. So out it goes.
Thank goodness for blogs!

Vacation

- You're so skinny, you need to run under the shower to get wet, - says Jared to Chris while imitating a stick figure with long hair.

Chris giggles his usual way and says: Na-hah! How did you know?

Coming from a helium baloon with legs and a pear shaped me, it's not really that offensive to Chris, but still, we're all extremely jealous when it comes to Chris stuffing his mouth with pies and deep-fried desserts and not gaining an ounce, even on his earlobes.

Our conversations lately (for the last 2 months) mostly evolve around Jared's upcoming vacation.
- Good morning Jared!
- I have 11 days, 13 hours, 44 minutes, 8 seconds left till my vacation.
- What's for lunch?
- I'm up to single digits now: 9 days, 7 hours, 54 minutes, 27 seconds. Oh no, wait.. 23 seconds left till my vacation.

There was a point when we simply stopped growling at the countdown and gave in.
- How long till your vacation now Jared? (*please let it be 1 day, please…)
He consults his blackberry.
- 9 days, 5 hours, 21 minutes, 44 seconds

To have a bit more diversity to our conversation Tracy asked Jared if he plans to get married while on his vacation, which is now 8 days, 6 hours, 11 minutes, 58 seconds away.

- Nah! Hroom-hroom, yum-yum. No time. We are going on tours which will take us from Rome to Paris to Dubrovnik to Egypt to ahem (here he forgot the names of the other places he's visiting) and there'll barely be time to take photos and we'll have to take them on the fly.

(* I try to imagine Jared in slow motion trying to take a picture while running sideways: "Noooo-ooo")

- Buuuhhh-ng!


I think this space deserves a pause in the blog, as this was the sound Tracy made trying to imitate the "wrong answer" beep. It sounded more like a cry of a hurt elephant that got bitten by a lion than anything else, but she was proud of it until we burst out laughing spitting our chewed food everywhere.

- Trace! This is the worst Bing sound ever!
- In fact I think this is the worst Buuuhhh-ng sound I ever heard, Tracy admitted through her elephant tears wiping the lion of her back.

She is now officially the worst Bing-er in this company.

Overall, we agreed we will simply have to fill in silences when Jared's gone with things like politics, environment, recipes and other unavoidable gossip. And ask Tracy to never ever try to replicate any non-human sounds in public.

Gone

Everybody in my pod, a cubicle of four, literally went off for a holiday. Jane's somewhere in Bali lounging - reading a book, soaking up the sun, Rayana's swimming about in Niue - probably hanging out with a different set of pods (a pod of dolphins for those of you who are thinking of something else), and Michelle - God knows where Michelle went for her break.

But as certain as taxes, the inevitable time for lunch loomed nearby like a dark little cloud.

Jared's out to get some shots for his upcoming holiday, so I sent Trace an email asking if she wants anything from the bakery round the block. To my surprise, she went for the personal touch, and came by inquiring if they sold any sort of fruits to go with her cornflakes.

"You know what? I don't think I've seen any fruits down there - not that I take notice."

She hesitates (probably thinking of getting a nice pie), but instead says "Well okay. I don't think I want anything."

She adds. "Let me know when you're back and I could join you in the lunch room. Not that you have to, but we certainly can eat at our desks."

So off I went, mulling over what she said before I left.

I thought about it (deeply), but my concern for her well being led me to decline her gracious offer (at the risk of further destabilising our fragile, ehermm, friendship). She doesn't realise it now, but I'm sure she'll thank me later on.

Here's a hypothetical. If I did agree to have lunch alone with Tracy:

"Hi Chris! What have you got?"

"Thai Green Curry and Chix." Chris says munching on his lunch.

"..."

(After 3 minutes...)

"So what did you do during the weekend?" Tracy asks again.

(This is where Chris just bores Tracy with the mechanics of pulling one grass stalk at a time.)

"..."

(8 minutes later...)

*Chris blinks back and just stares at Tracy

*Tracy blinks back.

*Chris re-crosses his legs and blinks again.

(a minutes later...)

*Tracy gives up, and just nods off on her fruit salad bowl. "Zzzzzz...."

*Chris scratches his head and was amazed that bland conversations still renders people unconscious.

Grains

ed : It's our 101st post! and dedicated to Jane. This was supposed to be a continuation from the Rego post. (Aug 16) but didn't have enough time to do it before Ms. J left.

Part 2 :

With the bad weather behind us and my lunch in tow, I was looking forward to gorge myself with the curries we bought down the mall.

As the aroma of Vindaloo and Buttered Chicken wafted through the break room, Rayana, Jane and Michelle came by and decided to join us.

Which led us to an interesting discussion about food. I think it started out with what Jane brought in for lunch.

"Grain Salad!" She enthusiastically says (as what Jane does). "Made of short grain rice, quinoa, slices of lime and some veggies."

"Quino-huwwat?" I say as I peered curiously at her lunch, sitting proudly in a little plastic container.

"Quinoa" Jane says "The oldest edible grain ever recorded. A staple diet by the Incas (or was it Mayans or Martians?) long before the Spanish conquistadors came looking for the fountain of youth?"

(As a side note, I actually went on wikipedia afterwards to look it up. Had an interesting read about this grain. link here. Yeah, that's right, I thought she was making it up like how she makes up stuff about the urgency of projects. But... it was true, it does exist.)

"So is it like couscous?" I ask without even knowing what that meant.

"That's totally different" Rayana says. And goes off describing what they're made off, what's it like, how you cook them, blah, blah, blah etc etc. The look on Jared's face was just pure amazement, you see, he's a potatoes man (or kumara boy depending on the mood - I think it's kumara for candle light dinners). It's only just recently that he found that rice is actually NOT a dessert.

(Pause. Another distraction as I just saw an odd shaped nut sitting on my desk as I was writing this. Hazelnut, I think upon closer inspection. Where in the world did that come from?)

Then Rayana says something about not worth the effort cooking Risotto. I haven't cooked risotto yet, but the way she described it sounded like it's easier to hunt buffalos than cooking this 'exotique' dish.

"What's Risotto?" Jared asks

Jane's absolutely shocked that there weren't that many people in the table who even knew what these dishes are. The look on her face was priceless. It's as if we were all like neanderthals gathered round the table, wet and dripping after recently thawing out from the ice age.

"I can't believe you guys are not adventurous enough!" Jane says.

Jared was also amazed that there were other veggies out there - so different from his staple meat and potatoes diet.

"Risotto's short grain rice, cooked slowly in stock/water with veggies or meat" Jane says. She also mentioned something about why you're not supposed to pour cold water during as it halts the cooking process.

"I like mashed potatoes best!" Jared says from out of the blue.

Which made me wonder why we quickly jumped from that topic to "Tabouleh" (wiki link here)

"Taboulehuwat?" I ask again.

"I'm sure you've eaten that stuff with kebabs before." Rayana explained "You just didn't know it."

"Was that the green thing they stuff in there?" I ignorantly say.

Jane definitely knows what that is as she quickly rattled off what it's made of. I didn't even have the courage to ask what vulgar wheat is - sounds like porno wheat.

Anyway, we moved on to how we eat or cook eggplants. (Here's a trivia for you : Jared has never ever knowingly eaten an eggplant before!)

"Stuffed!" Michelle says

"Mashed eggplants" Rayana says.

Poor Jane was reeling from the trauma. She must've been thinking "How could these savages mash an eggplant like that?!?!"

This is where I got lost as everybody was pretty excited when Michelle asked what their fave vegetable is. It's like the evolutionary clock was turned back a tick. You could see monkeys jumping up excitedly and screaming.

"Oooghhhhh ei ei ei ah ah ah ah eggplants! eggplants! hoo hoo hoo." said one hairy Canadian monkey.

"Urk urk urk Okra okra okra shriek shrieeeek!" Said one of the orangutans as he smelled both his armpits.

"Rrrrrrrrrr ooh aah ooh ahh ooh ahh Potatoes Potatoes!!!" Said one big ape-like gorilla.

"Hoo hoo hoo mushrooms! mushrooms! giggle giggle snort snort!!" (Guess who this monkey is.)

Then Jared suddenly freaks out and jumps up and down screaming and turning the big table over. Like a big gorilla, he utters a low guttural sound. "Hroook hroook hroook!!!" and takes a sniff at our terrified guest. He says loudly "Me TARZAN!!!... you Jane!" He then makes a "Thump thump thump" as he beat his hairy chest like there's no tomorrow.

Jane can no longer take the madness and runs away screaming.

And that's pretty much how our lunch ended (and how monkeys came to be in BI.)

Signs that Jane's no longer in the office

15. Nobody to hold the Aussie flag or speak with an Aussie accent or fight for New Zealand Pavlova
14. Nobody to wind up whenever an Australian team loses (which is always)
13. Be good to Australians month is no more
12. One less person wearing boots in the office or twirling her hair
11. BI team is no longer a library of rare books
10. Nobody knows about upcoming art exhibitions, galleries or film festivals
9. Bagels from the cafe downstairs are getting stale
8. No birdfood lunches and a lot less breadmaker stories
7. Nobody knows what couscous or quinoa is anymore
6. No more free marketing for the organic foodstore
5. Chris can safely say the word "even" and doesn’t have to add "just kidding Jane" at the end of every sentence
4. Nobody walking around with a printout of a massive spreadsheet
3. The tallest cup in the office now belongs to Chantal
2. Nobody has a cute snort after they giggle

AND (DRUMROLL…)

1. We all have upsidedown smiles on our face

Top 10 Signs that Tracy's back

10. Kath and Kim impersonations
9. Boots are suddenly back in fashion.
8. Members of the Info Delivery team are having anxiety attacks
7. Jared is actually doing work
6. Videos of baby Lucas bouncing on the couch goes circulating round the office
5. Lately, David M's actually the one getting wound up.
4. Chris' nails are worn off from biting
3. Grand prix office chair racing
2. The word "NOW!!!" appears on all work requests

And

1. Somebody shouting out "Where's my damn team?!?!"

Rego

"So what are you doing for lunch today?" I ask Jared.

"No plans as I didn't bring mine." He says "You?" asking back but already expecting what I'm going to say.

"No plans." I say as I shrugged. Like I'd give out any other answer. I'm notorious for not bringing in lunch.

"I do need to go to the post shop, to renew my motor vehicle registration."

"Hey what do you know, I need to do the same thing as well." I say.

"Cool" Jared says. "It's a date then... but we can't hold hands."

"I was expecting more than that on the first date." I say flippantly.

The weather looked real bad from inside the office. Cold, and sputtering, Rayana mentioned that she's not coming along. She mumbled something about not feeling well and would rather get something from the ground floor cafe.

Part 2 follows...

Adventures of Momo

Chantal bought her son a bird, a Cockatiel. A really cute one with orange cheeks and a punk hairdo. A true transvestite.

Chantal: We woke up the next day and I heard my family say Good morning. I was quite surprised, as no one ever says good morning in my household. I came down only to see them saying good morning to a bird, not even to each other.

It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds. Oh and I think she's planning to clip those fine feathers.

Chantal: The bird, Momo, we called it bit my son this morning.

When we asked how that happened, she mentioned her son stuck a hand in that 1.5 metre cage and tried to pet the bird.

Chantal: I think I need to clip it's nails, they are way too long and curly and sharp.

I stopped chewing on the dumplings and heard someone at the table cough. But it was only Jared laughing with a mouthful on chicken curry.

Jared: But the bird will just go "flop" from its perch!

To which Chantal just nodded and commented that otherwise they are just too sharp, while we all tried to imagine the poor creature trying to walk on the floor of the cage as if wearing fins.

Adele was kind enough to recommend a sand paper glued to the perch, so that we wouldn't report Chantal to the SPCA for bird nail abuse.
I think we're going to hear a lot about that bird in the future. We shall call those stories Adventures of flightless Momo.

Microwave Experience

Let's play a game, association. I say a word and you come up with the first thing that comes to your mind.
Summer --> Sun, beach, whatever
Sweet --> Candy, cake…
Station wagon - babies, babies, babies

Jared has got himself a station wagon, albeit as he says a sporty one.
Rayana: are you expecting?
Jared: No, it's a small one
Rayana: still, it's a station wagon and it says: baby on board
Jared: No, it's actually smaller than Kate's car
Rayana: still says babies
Jared: it's very sporty though, and it's got tinted windows
Rayana: … with babies
Jared: and alloy wheels
Rayana: babies, babies…
Jared acts really annoyed, and keeps smiling through his teeth. Silence…
After a minute or so: We couldn't actually fit this-and-that into a car and we had to put it into Kate's car.
Rayana: small babies.

It's not that the last word has to be on me. It's just when you get a station wagon, and you are the right age and in a relationship, be prepared to be stereotyped.
Plus, he drives like he's got a permanent baby in the car - slooooowwww.




Any who, considering he couldn't keep talking about his car anymore or any other car for that matter, we moved on to microwaves.
Chris has been trying to understand why 2 containers of food warm up slower than one.
Chris, but the mass is much larger, hence it takes longer to heat up in a microwave, I exclaim. Jared happily nods while munching on his toasted sandwich: yes, more food, more time. But Chris went into a whole philosophical discussion about microwave particles getting excited about the quantity of food and rubbing against each other and the food and that's how it gets Hot, hot, hot!
That's when some of us have lost their appetite. I mean just thinking about what your spaghetti was up to in a microwave, all shy, covered with spinach and white wine, getting drunk with all those over-excited particles. Hmm, I don't know if I want to eat that anymore. So Jared and I just kept looking at each other while listening to Chris' meaning of microwave life.
Another lesson for you kids - don't heat and eat.

Recycling tip of the day

Today's lunch revolved around names: short and long, old and new, funny and pathetic. No offence to anyone named Doris.

Our very own Christian Dale has argued that the middle name could be used as a first name, if the owner so chooses. But in some instances and cultures that is not really possible. Just like that email that Rick sent about some last names that you just don't hyphenate, like Wang-Holder. Or Michelle's new last name when she gets married. Or mine...

Jared as usual had a nice little story to go with Butter Chicken lunch. He usually gets them out of his big pocket with his Fick Ammm.


Jared: I once dated a girl named Jane. After a little while i decided to get her a gold bracelet, with her name engraved on it.

Everyone: Wow!

Jared after a polite second: Too bad we broke up shortly after that and she gave it back to me.

Everyone: Awww!

Jared raises his hand: But not to despair. I started dating Janet after that, so all i had to do is add a letter T to the end of it.

And this, kids, is another tip on recycling.

Breadmaker

Jane's been having trouble with her breadmaker lately.

Her baking's lately come aground, ending up with stunted loaves instead of the fluffy, wheaty, and nutty loaves she's usually familiar with. "Pudgy" as she described it in her own words. (Same word I'd use if I was to describe Jared out to somebody.)

But her recipe's perfect! Passed on from generation to generation, from grandmother to daughter to grand- daughter. She's absolutely miffed.

"What could make this happen? It's supposed to be foolproof." she though. But in the spirit she's in, she decides to give it another go. She puts on her bakers hat and looks intently at the instructions on the ready mix packet. She reads it slowly this time to ensure that she's followed it to the letter.

It usually takes a couple of hours for a baking cycle to complete, so she calls it a day and leaves it for the night, deeply hoping to to be greeted by the aroma of a freshly baked loaf in the morning.

Her dreams of flying croissants and paninis were rudely interrupted as she wakes up to an odd sound coming from the kitchen. Alarmed that it might be an unwanted guest, she quickly puts her robe on at the same time grabbing the baseball bat she keeps under her bed and investigates the ruckus.

She sneaks into the kitchen and was aghast! No, the sound wasn't coming from a homeless man rummaging through her fridge, but rather, her breadmaker. Like some weird Russian torture device, the bread paddles seem to be gouging her poor dough and beating them down mercilessly out of schedule.

"No wonder they were coming up undersized." she sighed as she dragged herself to bed, knowing too well that her lunch tomorrow will be quite short of her expectations.

Memoirs

Just to add what Rayloc missed. Again, a disclaimer, the dialogue may or may not happened. I was suffering from severe mental lapses as my dried out veins were crying for a Coke shot...

I remember hearing about Jane getting to see Madeleine's new baby during the weekend.

"Was he cute?" Michelle asked.

(I caught myself before I laughed. It's one of those questions where there's only one appropriate answer… e.g. "do these jeans make me look fat?")

"Yes he was" Jane said without missing a beat.

"Was he huge?" Rayana mentions "The baby was a couple of weeks overdue, so he must have been big right?"

"Just the the right size." Jane says "Not too big, not too small, but juuuust right."

(Which coincidentally what Papa bear and Momma bear said when they saw Baby Bear.)

"And he's got such long fingers." she added.

"Oh he's going to be a pianist!" Rayana/Michelle exclaims.

(either that or a pickpocket, I imagine. j/k)

Which led us to the topic where Rayana says that he can't imagine Jared pushing a pram. Which further compounded our supposition as Jared started doing his austrian-german-governator impression. "Look at mine Ammms!" as he imaginatively pumps the pram up and down. Yep, do us a favour and don't have kids Jared. Hee hee.

"I mean it's so hard to imagine anybody having kids. Look at Madeleine for instance." Rayana says.

(Michelle and I gave each other a look and directed our eyeballs to the pot that was calling the kettle black.)

Which unfortunately she saw, as she flicks me on the forehead which made me stop my eye rolling for a bit.

Then it was books, particularly Memoirs of a Geisha, and its movie counterpart. Rayloc earlier mentioned that it's sometimes hard for books to capture powerful moments that only the big screen can. Like how the movie was able to portray a man falling off a bike after the geisha giving him a quick glance. Now, I haven't read the book yet so I have no idea how she did it, but I must say that's some pretty powerful stuff. Telekinesis? Or a sharp stick? I can only surmise.

Or how the film was able to capture how a geisha walks - real small steps, quick and butterfly like. Although I agree, I think it all depends on how the author writes it, my imagination usually works out for me if I get some hints from the author - as I do visualize well. If the author says, "The geisha quickly walked like a drunken sailor with a near bursting bladder." then I'd imagine small quick steps and butterfly like… although compounded with a strut and perspiration as he looks for the nearest latrine.

Now it was in the middle of this heated conversation that I get the chance to see Rayana's bubbly nature… literally. She thought it was an excited moth she was brushing off but it was more of her exuberance trying to escape and float away.

Anyway, the conversations jumped from one topic to another (read Rayloc's posting for more details) which finally ended up on how it was difficult to find a good agency for recrtuitment lately.

Men in Pyjamas

"Beep beep beep beep beep" said the smoke alarm as it roused everybody in the dorm room.

It was a sight to be seen as the students gathered out in the front lot with nothing but the clothes they wore during their sleep.

Everybody was getting cranky. Imagine having been forced out your bed on a frosty saturday morning.

Jared, was one of them. he was feeling a bit uneasy though as the students whined and showed their disapproval with remarks on how they're going to rough up the person who activated the alarm. He casually walked, and whistled, all the while keeping an eye on his room which was visible from the front lot.

After a long winded room to room inspection, the firefighters finally found the cause.

It would appear that somebody's fin heater was left out on the hallway. Why? The dust it's collected from unuse caused a billow of smoke which caused the resident to panic and push it out the hall.

Guess who it was?

Lack of memory

Michelle: Watch what you say. You know where it all goes...

She means this blog of course.

Chris has asked Jane if that's the same bread she's eating. You know, the bird food one.

Jane: Yeah, but it's not dodgy. If i make it myself, it's dodgy, but this one is not dodgy.

She points at the whole at the bottom of the sandwich made by breadmaker paddles. Chris giggles at this making Jane roll her eyes again.
I personally think she couldn't wait till lunch and decided to eat the bread inside out.

We couldn't talk about the news much, as it all revolved around the toddler who was dried in a dryer and it made Jane all uncomfortable. You could just see her bread getting squashed and tuna squeezing out.

And we couldn't talk about movies, cos all movies we watched were either combat movies from the 80s or "after-book-ones", which as a rule, no one is supposed to like.

We talked a bit about lamb and mint sauce and mint sauce without lamb and lamb without mint sauce. But that's pretty much it.


However, I quite liked the pre-lunch conversation with Vicki, which i cannot disclose if i value my life. "And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. "


Chris, help, lunch finished 5 minutes ago and my memory has already betrayed me. Except for blowing bubbles when i talked i don't remember a thing anymore.

Like a thief that comes at night.

That's how my professor used to describe death's unpredictability - which I experienced firsthand.

I just learned that my neighbor, Ian, has passed on. Gone at 64, which is a bit too young in my opinion, he's survived by his partner, Laurie and 3 of his adult sons. It's sad as my family already shared a bond with them. They're usually there to help out with odd jobs, there to greet us whenever we come by, was there to share treats, swap stories and exchange garden veggies.

What I would have given to say goodbye. You will be missed Ian.

*tear

Catch Up.

Just to get everybody on track with what's happening, as we (including YOU rayloc!) haven't been diligent with the updates.

In the last 3 weeks:
- Tony has finally gone back to his mothership after his 2 year mission, seeking out new worlds and species...
- Margaret R jumping the fence on to greener pastures (Her farewell pressie was an 8 foot fishing rod that Jared picked)
- Michael and Bridget accepting their offers to join a bigger corporate machine.
- More developers leaving (equates to a lot of leaving cards signed and cash extorted by the local gang mob)
- BI weekly roster starting.
- Whinging from Rayloc.
- The Carnivale! (Another awesome company party - with pole dancers, drunk clowns, body painting and rides!)
- Transformers!!! (enough said)
- Madeleine giving birth (baby boy)
- The IT Awards night - which was awesome by the way. (You guys should seriously check out Vicki and Rayana's acting prowess)
- Cathy and her scheduling adventures.
- More whinging from Rayloc.
- Paul (the new guy - who happens to hate the All Blacks) finally gives in to the norm and brings some cakes.
- Rob's wife giving birth (baby boy)
- A contagion of some sort affecting the ladies subconscious making them purchase designer jeans that would never fit.

Whew! Did I forget anything worth writing? Feel free to add.

Now on to the present....

A beautiful day!

Came back home at 11:00pm last night, having enjoyed the show, the embarassing movie with me in it, and a mouthful of crème brule. Why a mouhtful? Because I was trying to escape the mundane presentation and we couldn't get desserts until we were properly brainwashed on how proud we should feel to work where we work.

Taxi driver has been very nice and told me pleasant stories of people throwing up in his car after aforementioned parties. I quite enjoyed hearing the stories of his washing machine and the dryer that he has put on the curb side. Strangely enough no one took them, so he had to put them back inside his house. At least his daughter got a new washing machine now and wouldn't have to do laundry at their house. On the other hand the dryer is branded by some girls' school name, so I agree that not many people may want to use the dryer now… After all it's been branded and it's quite a big industrial size one.

And I'm sure he got home as fast as he could once he dropped me to save the car from people from our company's party. And what a party indeed.. Several times I tried to suspend a yawn in between of my cynical remarks and stares at everyone who was presenting, mentally forcing them to speed up… It felt like a slo mo movie…


I got home and got beautiful news to finish up the night. My beautiful car has been broken into and a beatiful window smashed to beautiful bits all over my beautiful upholstery.

They couldn't get in, however, as when my car is locked from the outside, it can only be open from the outside. It simply doesn't like to think outside the square (or the shape of the car). So a poor person was trying really hard to pull the door open, gave up, tried to put the back seat down, so he could at least rummage in the trunk, but even that was useless. My hubby is good with packing stuff neatly into the boot, especially when the stuff is beer.

So they left with nothing, but the joy of hearing glass shatter under their powerful hands.

But not to worry, I fell asleep with no other thoughts but to fall asleep and finish the beautiful day accompanied with beautiful snoring.

Dance with me

Rayana: Are you going to Technology Awards evening?
Chris in a voice that mostly dogs can hear: I want to, but I have nothing to wear...

Strange how there's a stereotype for women that says the exact same thing.

I suggested a white shirt and a pair of black trousers. Surely, a man could own a white shirt and a pair of ironed black trousers? ok, skip the ironed part, just black.

Jared: So there's, like, going to be food?

I nod while chewing hard on a bagette i prepared the night before.

Jared: How about drinks?

Still nodding from a question before i look at him...

Jared: What else is there to do?
Rayana: What else do you need? There will also be dancing

All eyes turn to Jared. Chris exclaims: Hey, you'd love it, cos you take ballroom dancing lessons!!!
Jared: It's a bit hard wihout a partner, since it's a partner dance. And really it doesn't make much sense, when your partner doesn't know how to dance.
Chris: Why don't you ask Rayana to be your dance partner.

I almost choke on a piece of cucumber trying to suppress something between utmost fear and laughter

Jared calmly: I would, the problem is that I'm used to leading. Knowing Rayana, she probably will grab me and lead, cos you know... she's Rayana


I'm not a bad dancer.. I could lead a group around the floor and no one would complain a bit. It's not suprising, considering i probably threatened them into it.

Fines.

"Beer Fine!" Jared shouts out, having caught one of the BA's raising an issue with him by mistake.

Then again, I would understand, as there are at least three Jareds in the building - all whose last names sound phonetically identical.

Now the beer fine method was concocted by some bored employee way back eons ago (probably around the same time when Moses brought them tablets down). A time when a lot of people's mobiles disrupted meetings with their incessant ringing. It slowly evolved to almost anything you could pin a colleague for from turning up late for meetings, to calling the beer sheriff an evil witch.

Having had a penalty dry spell for sometime, Jared gleefully struts down the pod where we keep score. He starts writing down Tanja's name, but ends up with fate's cruel twist. Perhaps it's the anticipation of downing that cool cold bottle (or his mom dropping him too many times on the head) that made him spell it out as "Tanya" instead.

And that's a beer fine for you Jared.

Run over.

The topic revolved around car incidents, something different from the murder and mutilation we usually talk about.

I think it started when Chantal mentioned the difficulty people endure to cross the intersection that formed the corner of our building. It didn't really help that it had 8 lanes controlled by a multitude of traffic lights. She told us how people were close to getting run over due to drivers trying to beat the lights. Anyway, this got Rayana a bit worked up about her experience with cars and innocent bystanders getting run down (no, she didn't actually do the 'running' down but more of her experience as a spectator.)

* How her husband, after witnessing a girl getting clipped, drove after the perpetrator, whupped his sorry ass making him go back to help the poor victim.

* From where Jane happened to witness a person, unaware of the world around him, nearly got hit if it wasn't for his acrobatic skills. The guy, apparently awakened from his disconnected state, came out shouting "YAHOO!" much to the amusement of the bewildered onlookers.

* And about Rayana's mom getting sued for heavily denting a vehicle that came at her because her hips were too big (which gives us a bit of a clue what her daughter's gonna look like, knowing that genetics plays a big factor in passing off those traits to offsprings).

* And from Jared's gigantic Irish friend who happens to walk over cars if they stop in the middle of a pedestrian crossing.

Too bad I don't have any car-like stories to tell. Never did have an interesting one. When I do get run over, I'll let you know. (I'll make Jared proud and won't scream like a girl when that happens.)

Connections

Over our fish and chips lunch, Rayloc, Steve and Kevin were all talking about some pretty interesting stuff.

"The connection data we're working on seem to be misrepresented." Rayana says. "They don't make sense as there seem to be huge gaps with the segments being reported on."

--- Black out alert!!! ---

"Yeah I agree." replies Steve. "We did some work investigating. Even pre-calculating the median to compensate for the unfactored indeterminates correlating with the pre-balancing issues"

I was just about to reach for a fork when I noticed that it's plastic. "Nahh." I reconsidering the thought as I have to stab myself a couple of times for that to work.

"Would you believe the margin of error to be 23%?" Rayana says laughing (obviously amused). "Even the base deviation was horribly skewed!"

---- Black out ---

"Well it could either be that the data just had some bad sampling or there might be something wrong with the source system load." Kevin says thoughtfully. "You know how that is, given the few issues we have migrating. But happens with every system though." He says reassuringly.

I was about to suggest that the hamster running on the treadwheel might be causing all these issues but got interrupted as Kevin continued on. (much to my despair).

"You know what, I'll check it out. Send me some of the source code used for the ETL. It may well be obvious for us to track down as your analysis may well prove that it's a data defect."

The thought of jumping through the window was now becoming a favourable option.

"Oh, That's nothing compared to the Cubes I'm setting up!" Jared pipes in, joining the fray

Having had enough, I took my mobile out. Flipped it open, even entertaining the thought of using it to club these people back into their senses, and politely excused myself to check my voicemail.

That's actually not a bad product at all, why doesn't anybody introduce a mobile service where you could send a text and an automated system rings you back to save you from that seemingly bad inescapable situations.

*Disclaimer. The part after the first sentence may or may not have happened as my brain was busy re-booting after the outage. I don't think anybody even noticed my eyes rolling due to my chinky features.

Lost

It was dark.

I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds to get accustomed to the darkness. I could barely see anything except for the dingy patterned walls that make up the narrow corridor.

Unfazed with the environment, Jared moves on. I recall a familiar horror movie scene where the football jock charges carelessly into the dark, only to find themselves at the wrong end of a sharp kitchen knife. Scenes as the perpetrator twists the metal object deeper and deeper deliberately making the victim scream out for dear life.

I ran my hand along the walls trying to distract myself from my terrified state, I noticed eerie patterns which wasn't obvious before. Looking closer, I suddenly realised that the patterns themselves were actually symbols of witchcraft and the occult! "What could do they possibly mean?" I thought to myself.

With the faint light available, I could barely make out the staircase as we approached the end of the hallway. I gave Jared my "Are we going up?" look hoping to back out as early as now. But without as much as a hesitation, Jared tests the first step. As he gradually puts all his weight down in one foot. I could hear the board creak as it groans from the massive weight. Pleased that it didn't give way, Jared continues the climb but stops halfway when he saw that I wasn't following. Giving me a stern look, I immediately read his thoughts associating me with a feathered farmyard animal.

"Nobody calls me chicken." I say to myself. Frowning as I reluctantly follow.

The next floor was rather curious as the flight led directly to three doors. All identical except for the colours. We tried the first one in front with no luck as it just led to a small unlit storage space with nothing in it. To save time, we decided to try each door on both sides. We opened them simultaneously and found both leading to long dark seemingly endless hallways. I took a deep breath and went in. I walked a few meters forward before looking back just to see the door close behind me. It's too dark. Too dark to see anything.

I suddenly heard a scuffle behind me. Knowing that I wont see anything, I still look back anyway. My eyes gave nothing away but strained my ears trying to pinpoint where the sound came from.

Then I see a faint glimmer of red just beyond the reach of my eyesight. It seemed to be floating towards me complemented with the slow scuffling sound. The red dot separated into to two as I finally saw an outline of a semi-humanoid form I could barely make out. Then I realised that they were eyes. Eyes atop this hideous creature's head!

I froze in terror. My feet heavy as and held in place by an invisible hand. I could see the flames of hell burning in his eyes as he came closer and closer. The stare alone could shatter a man's will and let him scream for mercy.

It snarled and made a low unearthly guttural sound. Somewhat growling and rumbling, shaking the plaster on the crumbling walls. I knew it was the sound that most predators make just before they jump atop their prey.

And then I ran. I ran like a crazed loon never even looking back. I eventually found my way out and saw myself standing in the sunshine again with Jared shortly coming out, panting.

"Did you see it?" I exasperatedly said. "Did you see the big ugly creature running after me???"

"..."

"That was ME you dumbass."

It hit me hard as it all it all made sense. The red evil eyes was just Jared's irritation for getting lost looking for the food court. The loud rumbling was, of course, his stomach protesting.

The whole thing was my fault as I told him we'll try the back door to find the food place Rayana recommended.I know it's silly to get lost in the same building where the food court is but the signs were really really misleading.

Freedom

she brings a red cup to her mouth patiently waiting for the coffee to meet her lips, only to find that there's no coffee in a cup.

The cup wasn't half empty, it was completely empty and nicely dried with a paper towel only 10 minutes prior.
She stares blankly into a cup and bursts out laughing.

Everyone turns and stares in amusement. It's a first time since she joined the team that they hear her laugh out loud for no apparent reason.

She laughs so hard the tears are bursting out of her eyes and she simply doesn't care. She's finally free to laugh it out. Let them guess what the reason is, they will never know.

Nevada

Sorry, another late post, as I was busy updating my other stuff.

Today, I'm having lunch with my colleagues picking away at my fat covered lasagna which I bought from the cafe round the corner.

The conversation pretty much centred on Vicki and Rayana's conference in Nevada. Jared and I were desperately trying to to pry some details about the trip but came up empty handed. Rayana did squeeze talking about about her mother-in-law's holiday here and how she seems to be doing the house cleaning a bit. She even mentioned how MIL goes through their underwear drawers, sorting them and putting the dirty ones in the laundry.

That is until, Rayana blurted out. "Vicki ate rice balls in Vegas at 2 in the morning!"

Vicki was shocked.

"You're not supposed to tell!! Rayana! Do you even remember what we talked about?" Vicki says (possibly the same tone she uses when one of her daughters does something naughty.) "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

(Well, I still think that's an okay thing to do at 2am - as long as you weren't standing in the buffet table 'til 5 having your way with the circly ricy treats.)

Vicki was about to continue and say something Rayana did but took the high road instead. "Too bad." I thought as that would have been a juicy tidbit for the blog.

She instead, deftly manoeuvres to a different topic and told us what she got for mother's day. "My daughter," She says proudly , "gave me a silver ring with a big pink/purple heart shaped jewel on top!"

"while my other daughter gave me a nice yellow coloured underwear... "

As I was just processing that last word, I heard a little voice laughing in my head saying "ha haa! toooo laaaate!" as the mental image burned through the front left and right hemispheres of my brain emotionally scarring me for life.

I didn't even hear "... dotted with pink hearts." as my mind reeled with too much info.

Great. Just another thought I need for the monthly meetings.

Carrots

Obviously! As there's not a crumb left… the sneaky rayana rabbit has struck again!
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From: Rayloc
Sent: Tuesday, 29 May 2007 10:31 a.m.
To: TECH BI

Subject: RE: Chocolate on shelving on Level 3 - and muffins as well
And they are absolutely delicious! My personal favourite - carrot with pumpkin !!!
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From: Bridget
Sent: Tuesday, 29 May 2007 9:56 a.m.
To: TECH BI
Subject: RE: Chocolate on shelving on Level 3 - and muffins as well


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From: Nick
Sent: Tuesday, 29 May 2007 9:10 a.m.
To: TECH BI
Subject: Chocolate on shelving on Level 3 eom

Prison Break

This entry's a couple of days late but hey, I do have a life.

I believe this started when Logan joined us for lunch which eventually led to his story about his grandma who he calls once in a while for a quick chat. Grandma apparently has a bad memory as whenever she finishes her chat with Logan, she hangs up and forgets that Logan's still waiting on the line to talk to his mom.

Which led to Jared's story about their visit to Kate's grandmother who's been recently forced assigned to the local retirement villa.

As they were going about, Jared noticed two senior citizens trying to figure out how to open the access gates that littered the compound. Evidently, an old man on a mobility scooter was trying to get in and another on his walker was trying to go the other way. Like an antiquated game tug-of-war, one of them was struggling to pull and the other one was straining to get the gate to go his way.

Now I won't judge and tell you how easy it is to open a gate but I'm sure when I get to that age I might find it hard to work it all out, specially if another annoying person in a mobility scooter is trying to pull it the other way.

They were going at it for a couple of minutes when Kate finally caves in and says. "Why don't you go down there and help those two people with the gate?"

"Another chance to prove that I'm a real man." Jared thinks to himself, as he struts toward the two helpless citizens. "This should be no easier than polishing of a 20 piece KFC bucket."

He promptly comes up and proudly shows them how to work the pull on gate. "...and this is how you work this out gentlemen" he says, pulling the latch up and swinging the door with ease.

I could just imagine scooter boy breathe a huge sigh of relief as he rolls in and goes about his way.

Meanwhile, Jared was a bit puzzled as the other geezer on his walker seem to have quickly increased his hop as if in a hurry. The man must have noticed Jared's puzzled look as he says "I'm just going out for a walk son." punctuating it with a reassuring wink.

With that said, Jared let's the old man go about his way. Walking back though, he realised that it must have been a bad idea to let the man out. He then decides to go directly to reception and report the incident.

He barely finishes explaining himself when one of the shriveled female residents shrieks "Richard's making a runnah!!!"

I burst out laughing at this point as it just gave me an odd image of an elderly man hobbling across the lawn trying to make a break for it screaming "You'll never get me suckers!!!"

Well, unfortunately, the escapee didn't really go that far. Jared mentioned that he only went halfway across the lawn before a couple of interns tackled him to the ground.

Ah, I would have given anything to see the man's expression on his quick bid for freedom.

Come back here again

The stupidity and the ignorance of some people comes in batches.

11:51 Phone rings, it's Chris asking me out for lunch (well, not actually out, as it's a bit gloomy out, but definitely away from my desk.

11:52 I jump up from my desk, hop excitedly towards elevators, remember I'm now on a second floor and taking an elevator DOWN is way more than lame, I sigh and take the stairs slightly less excitedly.

11:53 Chris turns, sees me walk through the door like an angel with a purple halo (too much cauliflower) and starts to build up a wide grin from ear-to-ear to prepare himself for 20 minutes of "happy".

11:54 we notice Jane in a cafe, sleeping with her head in a newspaper. She wakes up when we both scream Hellos and starts giggling again. She kept giggling since I saw her this morning. This is how our meeting went.

Jane: How guys, so let's start, How is xx?
Phil: Fine. I got a 100,000 phone calls this Friday about some issue.
Jane: hehe, ok. How is yy?
Rayana: Fine and fine
Jane: hehe, ok. How is zz?

This is where the conversation became slightly heated as the opinions of a zz status were slightly different. With the white noise in the background Jane turns to me in a do-you-see-what-i-have-to-put-up-with look. Me being me interrupts everyone with a Jamaican accent: I hear your pain, sista!

This is where all went wrong (or right). Jane had burst out laughing with those little breaks in between that sound like tiny snorts, when you know it's real and it aint going nowhere until it all comes out.

Jane: hahahaa, heheheheh, how is heheheheh abcd, hahaha, abcd, ahhahah.
As soon as she stops everyone else laughs in amuzement and that just charges her up even more...

so any who.... she was still laughing at 12 when we saw her in a cafe. she blames me for that... typical.

We decided to have lunch in a cafe. Sitting in a cafe downstairs I stupidly started a topic of Writers and Readers festival that Chris and I looked at this morning and thought would be nice to culturally educate ourselves by going.

This gave Jane a big burst of energy, not counting the second cup of coffee she was having.

Jane: Oh, I'm going to that too! Do you know that so-and-so will be doing a presentation at this and this?

I turn to Chris to ensure his stare is as blank as mine and in unison we reply: No.

Jane: And, I'm also going to Matthew Collins' presentation about this and that.

Now I heard a familiar name: Oh is that the guy that has a gallery?

Jane: Not JUST that! he also wrote "a fancy name of the book Chris and I didn't dream of reading". Did you read that?

Chris and I just look at each other. Don't know what he's thinking, I'm thinking I need to keep my mouth shut about cultural activities in front of Jane, as I definitely don't know a tenth of what she's talking about. Not that I don't want to...

Jared just kept munching with a smart upper-thigh face he usually has when conversations stir away from body, diet, body diet and ballroom dancing.

(Whilst Jane was talking, I actually saw Jared grab the plastic knife and try cutting his wrists underneath the table. -- edited by Chris.)

Chris: Umm... khem-khem.. I just wanted something basic. you know... not for me, for my friend.



And that is how we realize how ignorant we are, kids. I'm still going to the writers fest, but I will now be on guard for Jane :).

WooHoo - we're bafling again!

I was so delighted to check bafl this morning and discover that there are new postings (thanks Mr Glass) and that Rayloc has returned with her musings!! Ok - so she was a bit wound up about not having purple cauliflower for dinner or something, but at least she is back :) Although - I still can't work out why she was at work at 7am (was that to escape from the possibility of being fed rainbow coloured porridge for breakfast?).

So Jared is obese? Was it a trainee nurse maybe? Did she have the wrong end of the instrument in her hand? Look - I know our Health System is in disarray, but clearly this nurse knows not what she does. This is more confusing to me than Mr Cullen's budget speach. Jared: I am not medically trained (well - I do tamper in the occassional psychiatric assistance department which is "come, let's go for a beer and talk about your issues") but you appear to me to be lean and muscular with no trace of fat. And yes, you do seem to have lovely thighs. So put this behind you and fire the nurse.

Yes Chris, I too went to the Boat Show . Oh man - did you go on board the Genesis and the Sea Rays? Sob. Tom bought a fishing rod and reel for the new soft baits. Maybe one day someone can explain why man needs an array of 10 rods and 10 reels to fish successfully? Give a girl a stick, some line and a hook, and she'll be fine. Or in Rayloc's case a squid jig and a torch :)

I have 4 more dentist appointments coming up. Having not been near a dentist in 15 years, things weren't too bad. I need to have my old fillings removed and replaced with fancy new ones. So I'm looking forward to having my new gnashers all sorted for when we meet up again for lunch. Not that pasta requires much gnashing!!

Tonight I'm making roast chicken and going to stuff orange slices under the skin. I have no idea why but it sounds interesting and I'm enjoying my kitchen - well it's more like a new experimental cooking laboratory than a kitchen at the moment. Fortunately I haven't exploded anything and most of the fires have been put out relatively quickly with no observable damage. Rayloc - I'm accompanying the roast chicken with BROWN gravy, GREEN peas, YELLOW corn, WHITE potatoes and WHITE cauliflower with YELLOW cheese sauce. I'm contemplating adding PURPLE beetroot but not sure at this point........

Love you all and miss you. See you soon :)

The Owl

Hey!

Heya Jenita,

I'm glad you still remember auckland and us! We all thought that you're soooo busy with your bf that you've already forgotten that there are other people other than aborigines, koalas and kangaroos.

You don't have to deny that you're pregnant. One of your friends kindly sent us a picture and we noticed that you're belly's beginning to grow rounder. =) or was it just the beer?

There's a lot of people going as well, Debbie, then Margaret, then Mark, and then Rayana got moved over to the 2nd floor! It's kinda sad, I'm actually thinking of putting an ad in the paper for anybody interested in joining us for lunch.

Jared's still alive, we lately had a health check and his results came back saying he was obese. I honestly cant believe it. I think the nurse got it wrong. I see him everyday and don't think he's that fat. =P

Rayana was moved down to lvl 2 coz she was so noisy distracting everybody. She has some new marketing friends now. She sometimes comes up to visit but not that often anymore. She actually came up this morning and stole some important hexadecimal number from Chris' desk! Grrrr!

Tony's wearing a headband lately. We suggested he use a scrunchie instead coz we really thought the company employed a new chick to manage core. He still rocks but we're sad lately that he might have to go soon.

Chris is really depressed as he went to the boat show yesterday and saw a lot of things he can't afford. He did end up buying a fishing rod just to make himself feel better. Now if only somebody teaches him how to fish...

All in all nothing eventful. It's still a bit warm compared to last year.

Regards,

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