A Killjoy

This is an entry written for my other well-mentioned personality in my blog, none other than Mr. Gecko.

It started with him taking the earlier half of today off work for the second round of interviews in this giant, finance corporation (Mr. Gecko warned me not to mention names just in case they sue... hahaha... nobody reads my blog anyway). Straying a little off the main subject, well, he was definitely not impressed with having to meet so, so, so many interviewers for an executive position he was applying for. In total, there will be 6 interviewers seizing him up separately. Why do some corporations take so much efforts, garner so much manpower to interview one right candidate and evetually missing out on grooming and making an employee happy? Hey boss, read and ponder!

Anyhow, back to main subject. Eventually, either feeling satisfied with his own performance with the round of interviews or in a rare display of laxing mental discipline, Mr. Gecko while choosing his lunch menu of the day, succumb to the golden-fried, crunchy and irresistibly tasty chicken wing! Wait, this is not the shocker. Both of us are 90% vegetarians with low tolerance and preference for mock meat, so we do eat meat at times though Mr. Gecko is more disciplined than me, for one who started being a vegan a few years ago.

But who should come traipising round the corner while Mr. Gecko is happily tucking into the wings? For this, you must know a few details about Mr. Gecko's family whom everybody is strictly into Buddhism and thus vegetarianism. To apt my entry title and of all people, he had to bump into his second elder brother who, is the most pious of them all. I could just imagine Mr. Gecko's immediate regret in either choosing the wrong food or the wrong place to eat.

He was telling me how he was thinking quickly whether to hide himself physically or the chicken wings from his brother. But the milk 's spilt and the brother I guess, is now making mental notes to invite Mr. Gecko for more Buddhism sessions, and to bring me along - all thanks to Mr. Gecko's chicken wings...

Well, Mr. Gecko is a tad upset with his weakness revealed so upfront in a most unexpected circumstance. But I am sure his brother will not be so noble-minded to judge him based on one very rare act. No one's perfect to a T. Who has never unknowingly flashed their undies before? ;)

You know what I mean MR. GECKO.

Call Me A Prude

My little bro, younger than me by 8 years is staying with me for a week to get away from my parents. I always wonder why when both my younger sibs stay put with me, they seemingly think they are on some kind of a holiday or chalet stay. All the pigging attacks on my little snacks and precious Yakults, not to mention all the television and computer hoggings. Whatever I am watching on TV, they will JUST plopped down - right beside me on the carpet and watch along with me, robbing me of my few precious huggable moments I can have with Mr. Gecko. *Gggrrrr...* Everybody knows I hate anything that comes between Mr. Gecko and me!

But everything was TOLERABLY BEARABLE till I received this sms note from the baby of the family and reads like this "Jie, can I bring my girlfriend back to your place tonight? I will send her home later."

I was totally stunned for a moment coz' I really do not know how to react or answer from there. Wah! I never encounter this kind of situation before leh. Then a body alarm system was activated. Quickly and more on instinctive reflexes than anything else, I message back a 'NO!' to dash all his hopes first *hehehehe* and later added another message 'Only if I am home'.

Being the prude / kaypoh that I am, I called him to ask if there's a reason why he wants to bring her to my place, just in case my worries were needless. Wah piang eh... his answer was a couple of cheeky GRINS! That fellow totally justified all my flustered up mother-hen claims! Aiyoh...

And I'm glad I answered a NO to him but at the same time, how can I ignore the rubba rubba phase my little bro is now at, like all other spotted teenagers?

Hmm... I reckon and conclude my mother-hen fussings is not totally out-of behaviour. Just like how girls remain forever sweet and innocent in their fathers' eyes, little bro will always be my little bro and I, always his overbearing big sister. Too bad for my little bro that such ties remain strong and will never change.

Didi, you have to find your own turf yah?

Mahjong and Marché

A quick and compact recap on what's been happening in my life the past two weeks.

Chinese New Year: This year, my parents decided to celebrate the lunar year in our JB home and so we did not congregate with our extended family as per our usual family tradition. My mom particularly hated going back to my dad's ancestral home whereby counting my generation alone, my grandmother should have 23 grandchildren by now. My mom hates all these familial chaos, mass cookings, relatives' flashy-ness and the quintessential family gossips. Gosh... but oh, how I miss all the hubbub hubbub, not to mention the missing ang pows big monies losses. I do not think I have a lot more years left to continue demanding those red packets... Staying at home, I had to usher in the lunar year with lotsa 'qi's and 'pong's at the mahjong table mainly with mom and sis as kakis and sessions were ongoing till wee hours in the morning for almost the whole week. I turned out to be the biggest mahjong addict and the biggest winner too! But still, this new year is such a BIG YAWN for me, so I am determined to pack my mom in the boot of the car should she resist the idea of going back again next year. She is 3 cm shorter than me anyway, so she shall fit in the car boot nicely :)

Valentines' Day: *Sigh*~~~ I suspect Mr. Gecko loves me no more... Besides failing to propose to me again; for the 6th year running, he had nothing prepared for me this valentine!!! :( No surprises, no pressies, no roses... so no love right? Well, at least he kept apologizing and I made him feel better by claiming the valentines' surprise will contra with the HK and Bangkok trips he paid for. Hai...I am so no use. But well, I didn't really do anything special on my part too... hehehe... there was really no time to prepare as both of us rushed back from Lunar new year only on Sunday itself . I went for a frantic shopping trip last minute after work and finally decided on a shirt from Topman. We did have a fantastic dinner sans candlelight at Suntec's Marché so I shan't be so petty then. I am at peace and the birds shall be singing again.