An Invitation!

For the first time, our company is participating in the upcoming Singapore International Jewellery Show 2006 which will be held this coming Thursday (29th June 2006) right till 2nd July 2006 at Suntec Singapore International Convention and Exhibition Centre, Level 4.
Time is from 11am to 7pm daily.

Do visit us. We are at Booth F12.
This exhibition is open to public but just bring your identification card along in case you need a pass to gain excess to the hall.
You have to be properly attired, no slippers, shorts, bermudas, sandals.
Jewel studded bikinis and trunks are allowed though...heheheh, let's see which of you come in that.
Also, minors 15years and below must be accompanied by an adult at all times.

I am sorry, I have run out of invitation cards so I cant send any out.
To all my friends, please treat this as a personal invitation ok. Drop by my booth and say hi at least.

Thank you all for your support.
:)

I am cool.

Yes, I am. *straighten shirt*

I felt so sheepish after reading that last post, it's so uncouth and so unprofessional. Hehehehe....but I kind of like it. It shows another side of me that can be very angry and one not to be trampled upon. So, I am not going to delete that post. I think I am going to print that post and put it in my bag everywhere I go and if, in the near future, I come across bad service again, I will just pass the paper to the sales personnel who is pissing me and let her read it.

And if she laughs or tears the paper away, I have a scotch tape in my bag and I will just, yes, I will just tape her mouth and her whole body and tape her onto the merchandise that she was selling and I will attach a sign that says , "Buy the mechandise and get this slime ball of a slave for free."

So there! You mess with me and you get your just desserts. I am Lady Deathstrike and I'll give you a flying kick on your pea brain head and make sure that there is not a single trace of that brain coz you dont need it anyway and make a vegetable out of you bloody morons who cant give a hoot about your job and just work for the sake of working and not because of the passion you have for the job, you bloody twit of a donkey , you senseless dunderhead you, bloody dumbbell, an obvious cretin who cant even tell what your right hand was doing , you mentally defective you!!

Hehe.....just humoring myself because I am still pissed and still so angry and still so stressed but, but....

..... I am still cool.
*Dust dandruff off my shoulder, straighten shirt again, look dignified and walked away.*

kill...Kill...KILL!!!!

I am very upset.
A lot of things are just not going as planned.
I was on leave for a week and the spouse was so mad because he had to go on a trip to Dubai and had to postpone the trip because I could not be in the office and he just did not trust our one and only staff alone in the office.
On top of that, I had submit an application with a bank to set up something for us 2 weeks ago and the girl just sat on it till today. Only when I called her she told me that our application was approved and she sent her sales rep down to our office and when the rep was here, we realised that all the charges he was quoting us was all wrong. I was so upset because the spouse kept on blaming me saying that I did not do a proper job in getting the quotation coz we could have gotten a better quote from another bank. And though I had written the initial conversation I had with the girl, it was all just writing and I could not support myself in any way.

So, I was accused of shoddy work and I was so hopping mad with the bank that I called the girl and spoke to her and listed down our exact conversation with all the quotes she gave me two weeks ago and I knew that she was very unhappy for the confrontation. Then she told me that the bank changed their charges exactly a week back and I accused her of sitting on the application for a week deliberately so that at the end of the day, we had to pay a percentage higher and this will set us back by 20k a month, which is a lot of money to us.

Then, after that, I told her specifically to get all installed and done by Wednesday and at 5.30pm today, she called me to tell me that we failed the shop inspection because of a different company name, and I was like, Fuck! What is this now???? Of course our company name is different! There is such a thing as parent and sub-company and just because the bloody horse heads in the bank think with their bloody badly mashed up arse, our application is now being placed up for higher approval.
And that means another delay and that means it might not get approved and the spouse is so, so mad and I am so, so upset that I could repeat history and drive a plane and bring down that stupid bank building so that the bloody horse head can jolly well make their journey down six feet under faster than they can imagine.

Arrrghhhh!! I am so mad I can commit mass murder if I have a gun now!
And yes, I will say names, that joker sales rep Jeffrey who cant even pronounce his own name and called himself Jeffley, I knew that he must have deliberately failed us coz he was visibly upset when the spouse pointed out to him the sudden increasing charges and he kept on repeating himself, "I dont know, I am just deliveling this for the bank. You speak to Folence yourself." and he repeated this sentence over and over and over and the spouse had to stop him and said, "Please, is that all they teach you to say, you are giving me a headache." and he looked insulted and hurt but really, who cares. I should have added insult to injury by telling him that his name was also wrongly spelt since Jeffley is spelt JEFFLEY and not JEFFREY.

Bloody hell these people, they really make me curse.

No sucking up please.

I was at the hospital with Farah today when I was stopped by a young gentleman who was trying to sell me some bank products. Since I had time to kill, I decided to sit in and see what he had to offer.
So, he started of, "By the way, may I have your name? And your lovely daughter too?"
So, I gave him our names and he went on,
"She's gorgeous, her hair is golden. Is your husband Caucasian?"
Beeep. Beeep. Beeep.
My "suck-up" radar was on alert.
"No, he is not. He is a very dark Indian man." I said, stressing the word dark.
"Oh, so, she must have gotten the looks from you. Your hair? Is it golden too?"
Beeep. Beeep. Beeep. Beeep.
"Nope, as black as charcoal." I answered.
And then he went on talking about the product and he asked me,
"So, how many children do you have?"
"4."
"What? 4 kids and you are still so slim."
My radar turned into a loud siren.
"Yes, of course, if 65kg sounds slim to you. Then I am slim allright."
"How old are you, wait let me guess?"
I took a sip from the cup of water that he gave me earlier...."25? 26?"...and spurted the contents from my mouth onto his face and all over the paper on the table.
"I am sorry. I am sorry. I didnt mean to spit." I took Farah's towel and wiped his shirt and kept on apologizing. He told me it was fine as it was just water but of course it was not fine right. He had to be diplomatic, I was a potential customer.
"By the way, I am 35." I told him as I continued wiping.

So, you see, when you try to sell, dont push it. Anything can happen. The customer can tell when you are sucking up and some customers just dont like all these kind of talk. I would have signed up with this bank if this guy had just explained to me the product and the returns without any extra flavors.
The thing is, I dont buy sweet talk, it pisses me coz I know most of the time, these jokers are lying. And this fella said that I am 10 years younger than my actual age, who wouldnt spit out the water in their mouth.
He ended up with a wet shirt of water and spittle and lost one customer.

These people ah, they should just stick to selling the newspapers.

T.I.M.E

Have you ever wondered where did all the time go to? You can be so happy one minute and the next, you are in the lowest of spirits that you wish you were never born.

Time doesnt fly anymore nowadays. They just come, linger around for a moment or two and then disappear, just like that, like they never were meant to be around.

The same goes to friendship. Today, you may be the best of friends, tomorrow, that best friend may just be another number in your phonebook. A number that you may consider to delete because you just do not keep in touch anymore.

I wish I have the luxury of time. Of having 48 hours a days, maybe more. And I wish I know how to spend the time wisely. But I dont have that much time and I dont have that wisdom of making full use of what is already granted to me.

Too many things are happening around us that today, I decide to just take a minute, find a minute, and I hope with this one minute I can wish some of my good friends peace of mind and I wish they can find it in their hearts to move on in life and give them all the hugs that they need.

I dont know what else to say. I just wish that time will stop for everyone and we can forever remain happy as we are right now and that things will never change.
But .... sometimes, things are just not meant to be.

((((HUGS))))

The Elephant and The Mouse

Sometimes I can be so stupid.
Today, before leaving for Friday prayers, the spouse told me to call A.
I immediately took the phone and called B, honestly thinking B was A.
I was on the line with B and I saw fury in the spouse' eyes, that was when I realised that I had made a grave mistake.
I managed to cover up in time and asked for something related to B's company but to the spouse, the damage is done.

He looked at me and bellowed, I mean really BELLOWED and I had this picture of me, a tiny weeny mouse, looking up at a big, huge elephant, that was trumpeting so loud with his trunks up in the air and his nostrils flaring you could actually count the number of hairs in it, and I just slumped in my seat and cried. Just like that.

Then, the elephant (the spouse) left the office ( I think to cool off) and came back a minute later. Then he said softly, "You check in the internet for A's number and you arranged for them to set up blah, blah, blah.........I am going for Friday prayers now."

So, after he left, I called A and settled everything.
Then I sat back and I started laughing.
I laughed because I could not erase the picture of a huge grey elephant with his trunks up in the air with the spouse' face on it.
It looked so funny! In my mind, at least.

And I had to give myself a pat on the back for bouncing back so fast after getting a horrible scolding from the boss, who happened to be my spouse, who happened to be the man I have sex with at night.
But really, me making love to an elephant?! I shudder to think of it.