cos we are addicted to the pain.

oh its 10 mins to 6 - knock off time!
and i'm seriously thinking of leaving early since i'm the only one in the office. but knowing how unexpected my boss can be, he could just come back at 6 to do a spot check even though he left a half hour ago.

argh. so tempting. but never mind! i shall spend my last ten mins blogging instead.

so lets backtrack two weeks ago and all i can rmb is going to sentosa and ooh-ing and aah-ing at how much the place has changed. of course the company was excellent.

thank you for folding my pants/washing my feet/helping me wear my shoes. =)

and last week was er impulse signing of spa packages at life spa and now i'm regretting cos i have to cut down on my other luxuries meaning, good food/new clothes/new shoes/new everything.

anyways, PAY TOMORROW!

oh yes and i should seriously get my ears checked.

me: roy and partners, how can i help you?
person: sophia please.
me: may i know who is this speaking?
person: fai wong.

puts the phone on hold and turns to sophia.
me: er, sophia.. i THINK there's a fai wong on the phone for you.

sophia picks up phone
sophia: hi, who's this?
person on the line speaks but i obviously can't hear cos i don't possess superhuman hearing abilities.
sophia: oh.. frank wong.

and i sink in my chair in utter embarrassment at my excellent hearing ability.

oh look at the time, its SIX OH ONE.

my tragic love story.

i thought my day was going to suck when the boss asked me to draft my own writ.

1st, i don't really know what's a writ. i'm thinking its something the solicitors acting for the Plaintiff, sends to the court with an account of the case meaning who are the plaintiffs and the defendants, their statement of claim (what the plaintiff believed happened) and where exactly were the defendant(s) negligent at the material time of accident.

2nd, i have never done my own writ. he usually writes, and i just type - so no brains needed.

3rd, before i can violently object, he goes on to say, you know how to draft a writ right? since you've typed my writs before. dumb fuck, typing and drafting your own writ are two completely different matters. knowing how to type a writ is not equivalent to drafting your own. ass.

then he goes on to pile me up with loads of letters to mail out/fax and file. and now i'm freaking out cos i sort of blocked him out when he was rattling away and now i don't know what documents to enclose to the letters. fuck.

then came the good news, the boss called after his meeting in court.
boss: i'm not coming back today. if there's anyone who's coming to to the office, tell them to come back again cos i have a very bad flu.

YES AHHHH. =)

i'm going to slack as much as i want. call me if you need to be entertained!

when it all falls apart.

i hate answering the phone at work.

i'm not sure if there's something wrong with the phone or if its just me but i can't seem to catch what the people on the line are saying.

imagine this -

me: roy and partners, how can i help you?
stranger: may i speak to roy please?
me: oh alright, may i know who's this calling?
stranger: siberia.
me: i'm sorry, sai-bay-ria?
stranger: shah bay rea.
* i have no idea how to pronounce so i just decide to transfer the line to the boss.
me: roy, there's a i think his name is siberia on the line for you.
roy: siberia? *laughs

then my colleague came and so i asked her
me: sophia, there was this guy that called just now and i think i heard him say his name was siberia but roy was laughing when i told him
sophia: *laughs. his name is shah-be-er.
me: how do u spell that?!
sophia: shabir.
me: oh great, i feel so dumb.

AND today, lady calls to speak to sophia.
lady: hi, may i speak to sophia please?
me: sophia's on the line at the moment. may i say who is this calling?
lady: i'm tharu from mother ong partnerships.
me: i'm sorry, how do you spell it?
lady: my name is spelt as tharu.
me: oh okay. i'll get her to call you back.

*hangs up phone
me: sophia! there's a tharu from I THINK this firm called mata something?
sophia: *slightly irritated what mata something?
me: can i don't say? i think i'll sound stupid. there's this tharu person calling from er mother ong partnerships?

*sophia pauses.
sophia: maddavan partnerships?
me: OH YES.
sophia: what did you hear it was again?
me: er mother ong?
*sophia laughs ALOT

okay, i just keep embarrassing myself at work. sigh

and all i wish i could do now is not give a fucking damn.

shiaat.

work tomorrow =(

okay, people have commented that my previous blogskin was gruesome/freaky/requires a strong heart to be able to read my posts. but i like it! did i mention i have a little fetish for black and blood?

SO, to my avid readers, feast your eyes! ta da! sexy models for your gawking pleasure. see, i'm so nice.. thank me prease. ahahas

don't hate me cos i'm warped.

would you miss me when i'm gone?

i FINALLY changed my blogskin.
got so sick of the old one so i made myself two!

its 1140 now and guess where i am?
AT HOME.

i was so caught up with changing my blogskin last night, i lost track of time and ended up sleeping at 3. woke up this morning with a nasty sorethroat and sore eye that i decided to skip work! 60 ka ching down the drain! =((

being short - the fashion disadvantages.

you know how lately all female tops are getting longer and longer, so long that they can pass off as dresses?

i hate it. and it makes it even worse when you're short cos the supposed long top becomes even longer than usual and it really seems as if you're wearing a dress but the thing is you're not.

there are many times when i get so tempted to just buy a super long top and pass it off as a dress but i dare not because i'm afraid people on the streets will think i'm dumb or something.

yes, some may argue that thats the reason leggings were made to go with these tops. but see, i don't really fancy leggings. i don't think i can pull them off very well.

ah. dilemna, dilemna.

and oh yes, capris! otherwise known as your three quarters. i can't wear them cos short people do not have long legs. can you imagine the body leg ratio? if short people were to have long legs, wouldn't that make their body really short?

so because i have a pretty normal body leg proportion, i think. it means my legs can't possibly be that long for my height. and thats why i sworn off capris cos i always end up looking weird and overgrown since my legs are not long enough for the capris to be worn as 3/4 and neither is it short enough for my capris to pass off as pants.

it ain't easy being short.

=(

6 weird things about me.

with the recent fad to list 6 weird things about yourself, i've decided to put my slacking time to good use and crack my brains to think of them. so lets see,

1. when i go to foreign places meaning places i hardly go to, i don't like to touch anything there. i don't like to open the door with my hands or go to the toilet or touch the railings on the staircase. and why not? okay, brace yourselves for my answer people.. because i don't wanna leave my fingerprints/cells there. they are too precious to be left behind.. and i'll miss them.

note: do not roll your eyes.

2. i like keeping long nails but the sides tend to chip. so what do i do? i clip off the sides and the nails look like this -- _ from the side. kel and em used to call them staircase nails and they'd used to say, "stef! cut it offf! its disgusting!" .. but i DON'T care. i like can already =) ahahas

3. i hate pooping in public toilets, well except for country clubs, hotels and restaurants with nice toilets. my tummy can hurt like hell and i'll still control because i can't stand them. the poly girls use to complain about accompanying me to grassroots club just to shit when the school toilet is just 10m away.

4. sometimes i wake up early in the morning for some unknown reason and i realise the mum has left my door slightly ajar.. for ventilation cos she offs the aircon when she wakes up and that would be like 6 am, i think? AND, if i wake up and see my door is left open for that tiny bit.. i'll TRY not to care about it rarely ever works unless im really tired. so what happens to the times when im not that tired? i try to go back to sleep but i can't. cos i feel as if something's staring at me from the small hole and i get uneasy. i'd usually assume that something is chucky (yes, the doll) or some ghost.

5. oh yes, speaking about ghosts, after watching too many horror movies, my mind tends to wander.. WHEN I BATHE. so when that happens, i freak out like hell when i have to close my eyes - cos soap tends to get in and its only natural that you HAVE TO close your eyes. and i get scared whenever i close my eyes. i start thinking there's some ghost staring at me, just waiting to kill me.

6. oh and lastly, i hate throwing the receipts away into public bins. i'll wait till i get home and then throw them away altogether. and WHY? cos i'm afraid i might miss them if i throw them away into the public bin.

so there, my weird, funny moments. i bet most of you would be like whaaat? thats damn nonsense laa stef.

ya like i'm sure you guys don't have your weird habits. i want kel and em to do this too! so maybe then you guys won't think im so weird afterall ahahas

work is so much fun when the boss is not around.

its 215 now and im finishing work in 30 minutes!
yaaaaay!

the colleague says i can leave early since i look so bored and i finish all my work already.
AND, i can come in after 11 tomorrow!

yes ahhh. more sleep time!

meeting the best friend later for some retail therapy. lets see, i need more clothes, more clothes and more clothes! oh shoes and make up. damnnn.

and the mum is bringing me to the dermatologist ( i have no idea how u spell it) so i can get my face to feel as smooth as a baby's buttocks!

and don't try telling me my face is fine and that i shouldn't waste hundreds of dollars on skin products cos seriously, my face is terrible now, there's like pimples, whiteheads and blackheads. its disgusting.

pillow fights and tickling fits.

wednesday already! weee.
and i was 25 minutes late for work. double wee.

was suppose to open three new files but all i've been doing since i came in for work this morning was to chat online, surf the net and to blog.

oh yes, lets talk about monday.
peng was feeling all emo and blue so i met her after work and i drove her to sembawang park to have sex chit chat hahas

then after picking jia up and dropping peng off, i drove home and *cue melodramatic music..
i buang my dad's car while reversing in to the parking lot.
how embarrassing is that.
the right rear mirror is gone and so is the right door.
argh, i was SO close to home!
but amazingly the parents reaction wasn't as huge as i expected. there was no scolding, no yelling but alot of i told you so, i told you to be more careful, you're wasting my money, no time to send the car for repair, vanessa has to go school herself.. yada yada, you get the picture.

or maybe lucky jia was there thats why they didn't blow up like how i thought they would. but i don't think i should ever drive jia anymore. ha cos the 1st time, we nearly got into an accident. and now the 2nd time, i rammed in to the pillar and the right mirror crashed like titanic hitting the iceberg. imagine the 3rd time.. i think we would either die or land in the hospital ahhas

i can't believe i'm still in the mood to joke about it. i should be sad =(

anyways, billy bombers later! my oreo milkshake - ah, the love.

m-ly

click picture!

the girlfriend otherwise known as emily, has found her latest hobby - handmaking accessories. so do drop by her online shop and help sustain her little hobby by buying her precious creations hahaas

and oh yes, if you notice, emily has named one of her earrings under yours truly, stefanie! please do buy that pair of earrings cos its so black and chic, its so me. ahahas

its not what you do, its who you are.

the way you flirt doesn't turn me on, not a single bit.

the way you talk is a turn off too. you think you sound so hot with the things you say but i shudder in cold disgust when i hear you speak.

if you think your lame jokes amuse me, i am not.
and i am certainly not entertained by your humour, or lack of it.

maybe its not your fault i feel this way.
maybe its because i don't give a shit about you, at all.
and if i can't even be bothered to listen to what you say, there's no point trying so hard.

so whatever you are trying to do, stop it.
its not going to work and its only making me dislike you more.
you reek of desperation.
and it disgusts me.