Oh Ben.

Had dinner at Ben's General Food Store last night. We ordered Salami pizza and a chicken pie that comes with salad. The salad arrived first, then the pizza but the chicken pie never came. 15 minutes later, I started making my Joe Bastiach face* and demanded for my chicken pie.

Apparently the order receipt machine screwed up my order and yup, no chicken pie. It came 10 minutes later, but by then, my head was already drafting crazy hate mail to Ben (don't know the owner personally but hey) but when I got the bill later, the chicken chop with salad was exempted from the bill. My husband, bless his good soul, asked whether we should highlight this to them but I said no, I ain't paying for the chicken pie. Win.

Ok no need to send hate mail to Ben then.

On another note, wanted to buy a dress to celebrate my curves and husband's improving weight loss but couldn't find anything nice. Let's face it, I'm not gonna lose weight anytime soon. I'm dealing with this, but having colleagues constantly ranting about their body issues can totally drive me up the wall. YOLO, I'd say.

* There's no such thing as a Joe Bastiach face. Just a bitchface.

 

An elderly man passed away in front of the office building this morning. He was given CPR, but when the ambulance arrived I knew that he has died. It's upsetting to know that this man probably has a family to come home to and considering tomorrow is AidilAdha, it's just so sad.

 

I've been working here for 5 years and this will be my 2nd time witnessing a death (our CEO's driver passed away at the lobby few years back). No more please. Life is short, too short, I keep telling myself.

 

Al-Fatihah.

Fell asleep in two meetings today. Perfect! I just need to last another day and then I want to spend a quiet weekend recuperating with my boys while the husband battle it out at the 48 Hour Film Project: Kuala Lumpur. Praying for a healthier October (the kids were sick for half of the month in September!) but Emre is down again with mild fever. Rumi is off antibiotics by Saturday, please please God make him strong enough. It seems that there's some nasty bug that just won't leave the boys, in fact it seems to enjoy playing tag team with them. Please, no more sick kids. We want them healthy. And cray-cray.

 

I am imagining a Kafka-esque flu bug as huge as a human hanging down our ceiling ready to strike. Hish, rubbish. Bring it on flu bugs this mother is gonna take you down for good.

 

Hwaiting~

ass-tro

Since we have astro again* we've been watching Masterchef MY and US diligently. Pretty much whatever you see on MY sucks balls, but everything you see on US is very intense, and tear-jerking. Watching the US version last night made me realize something - no more excuses not to cook, even the blind can cook!

 

And also, I have an intense craving for McD's apple pie hmmm yum.

 

* It's amazing how we survived on 7 free-channels without astro, but now that we have astro, there's nothing to watch on most days really...