Cheat Work Thursday

A few years ago, I learned that -- referring to work / formal setting here, and especially if you are a Malay -- it's ok not to shake hands with men if you are a woman, vice versa. And the way to do it is to wait for the woman to extend her hand first. (Ok, I do know what the religion says about touching non-muhrim maybe since I was seven, but this is not that kind of post.) Although I don't have a problem extending my hand for a handshake, I love this 'rule' because sometimes I just don't feel like shaking hands. It's therefore a perfect excuse for me. So usually, before extending my hand, I'd take two seconds to assess the situation: mine and the other person's. Occasionally, though, I'd forget about this and happily extend my hand without thinking. This will sometimes create some awkward situations in the room ie when my hand is left hanging. It may not be that big of a deal especially that I understand the religious reason behind it, ...

Earlier this year, I was to pass a package from a friend Z to another friend Y. We set the meeting at a coffee shop, and it was supposed to be a quick chat of what was required from the package and a brief catch-up (we don't see each other often) while her husband ran some errands. Turned out, the husband came along too. Here's something that often amuses me: how it is ok that we don't introduce our company. Y has never properly introduced me to her husband. I think it's weird since Y is -- maybe not super close but still -- a good friend of mine. I didn't know him while they were dating, and the whole process was pretty quick. I went to their wedding, and I think I got a nod from him or something, or nothing at all, I don't remember. Did he drop by our table and say thanks for coming? Definitely not. And when they turned up at this coffee shop meeting, he did not smile at all! The only way I can describe the whole situation is, well, I don't actu...

Last night, I forced Belle to join me in a virtual toast to 'The End of 12 Good Years'. People don't usually celebrate the end of something good, I think, but I'm almost giddy for this. Belle isn't so convinced I'm off the hook, though. Come on, have some faith, I can do this. Then we continued talking about our my newfound passion. Belle had taught me a so-called trick earlier. I tried the trick... and failed miserably. Me : Are they real? Belle : They are fake. Me : They cannot be not real. They are so detailed and flawless. But if they really are real, why do they _____ like they need _____ very badly? Belle : Exactly. Me : No, I think they ARE real, but they just need to _____ it. Or maybe I'm just too gullible and already too addicted to differentiate? (We were totally inspecting some arts , definitely not trying some questionable substance for the first time.)

O-M-G. I could be a drama queen. But I'm glad that I've outgrown heated arguments . No, actually, I've never gotten into one of those. Please. I communicate. Clearly and rationally. Of course. And I haven't seen two people quarrel in public for ages except on TV, on Desperate Housewives maybe. But I saw one today. A real one! =D Every time I had to make eye contact with them after that, I had to force myself not to burst out laughing.