Happy Holidays, Folks!

I'm never good at remembering occasions, much less to remember sending out the relevant greetings and well-wishes.
So, before I go on, I'd like to wish everyone a belated merry christmas, happy holidays, and all that.

...Just remembered... I forgot to send out a holiday card to my best friend.. The holidays mean a lot to her and I know, and that makes me a pretty crappy friend... :(

So sorry... will call after this...

It's Official

The office banned facebook (along with the numerous games I used to waste time during slow--and sometimes not-so-slow--office hours), so there goes one method of procrastination.

I "HAVE" to start blogging again.


So, here goes...... welcome to the boring life of me...

A critique from a certain gentleman

I don't understand why some ppl just *HAVE* to comment on others--what they're wearing, what they bought, what they ate, their BODY SIZE even!!

As if they are the most perfect human being to ever exist.

Today this guy (well I couldn't very well mention his name or position as my friends from work would easily guess.. but he's kinda indirectly my boss) came over to chat with my boss, whose desk is just across from mine. Then he *LOUDLY* commented on how I've grown BIGGER AND BIGGER over the years. Admittedly, it's true enough--I haven't exactly shed pounds post-baby--but still...

I usually don't take offence on others' wicked comments, but, this guy then proceeded to approach me while saying, "yeah, she's gotten bigger and bigger, just look at her arm, excuse me, " and grabbed my arm, pinching the 'flab', exclaiming, "look her arm is even bigger than mine!"

He frequently comments in public--in front of all my workmates--on my "huge proportions" and even jokingly (??) indicates he's disgusted!

Now, I wish he'd read this (okay, I'm too polite to say it out loud to him, as much as I want to, not the type to cause a scene--which is very possible with him..):

1. You're old, balding, impolite, arrogant, and I wouldn't want to be associated with you if I had the choice, so what gives you the right to diss me? If it was really meant to be a joke/positive critique to get me to get into shape, then there's no need whatsoever to do it so publicly, and so frequently!
   
2. Your very own beloved offspring is severely overweight, so why don't you pick on him instead (or is he a constant victim at home, I wonder? Hate to imagine his day-to-day..)
   
3. You act like you're so suave, so kind and wise, so dandy. But, actually, you have the worst fashion sense in this whole floor, and quite possibly in the whole office!
   
4. You chastize ppl for being impolite. And how've you been doing yourself? Quite the role model, huh?
   
5. If I were to speak up, there'd be a gazillion things to humiliate you about, including physical stature and weight, so you better take a good look at the mirror, buddy! (but I stand corrected, of course you have thousands of mirrors for you LIKE looking at yourself huh? Well, someday soon the Adonis illusion is gonna wear out and you're gonna see yourself for what you really are and go into shock, I tell ya!)

As a final thought, I just want to shout out a quote from a certain Indonesian celebrity with questionable English language proficiency (but claims otherwise):
"WHO DO YOU THINK HE ARE????!!!"

Stereotyping?

A total stranger looked me up head to toe, then remarked, "So, you're a secretary or something like that, eh?" and waited for my answer. I was non-responsive and the stranger walked away with an air of hey-I-was-spot-on! about him.

His remark offended me in a way. It's not that I have anything against secretaries, but it's the typified association of a person's clothing with a certain profession. How simplistic! Hmph..