splendid moonlight

I went to an exhibit that was part of my company's project promotion and I regret to say that it bored me completely and made me feel like I totally did not belong. I honestly thought I would've been more productive if I stayed at the office.

I met my boss' wife and his youngest son (who is still a baby) at their house. The baby jump-started my day and took all my troubles away.

I had fun talking with the only Filipina companion I had at the exhibit; that is she was talking most of the time and I was listening most of the time which was good - she was doing all the talking for both of us. She was telling me about her secret crush and who she thought were not good people in the company and I told her I completely do not have that kind of talent and that I wish I had it. It's totally true, some people have 'radars,' feel 'vibrations' but I just totally don't have it. Or I have it but I tend to realize it only afterwards and then tell myself "I knew it! Grrr!"

I think I can distinguish between Indians and Pakistanis simply by the way they sing. It's usually hard to distinguish one from the other when you notice they listen and watch almost the same songs and movies and realize there's very little difference in their languages and facial features; it's like some Filipinos could pass for Malaysians and Indonesians and vice versa. But now if I wanted to make myself laugh I simply think of our accountant (he's Indian) sing A Whole New World and that'll do it. Tonight on our way home I heard another Indian officemate sing Like A Prayer and I'm sure I would've blown up the car roof from giggling if I didn't control myself. There's just something in the way they (well surely not all of them) sing; I'm not saying it's bad, it's just amusingly distinct and different.

I cooked Thai Spicy Beef Stir-Fry again tonight and I had that burning sensation again on my left fingers. Then I realized what was causing it - the chili! I normally use my left hand to hold ingredients in place while I cut them with a knife using my right hand. The burning sensation was too much the toothpaste didn't work; I had to imagine our accountant singing A Whole New World with a turban like Aladdin's on his head to distract myself from the feeling.

That didn't work out either so I put lotion over the toothpaste (*winks at RR); but I guess I used too many chili so that it didn't work right away. But how in the world can my tongue stand it and not my fingers? It's puzzling.

I am forcing myself to re-read my once-favorite book. Still makes me smile sometimes - though if I try to recall the look on my face while reading the book back then, it's as if I'm watching somebody else not me. Nevertheless I think I'm learning how to use punctuations from it. I am terribly conscious about punctuations. When you see me use too many dots after a phrase, be assured there is usually a good reason behind it and that I actually thought about whether or not I should put the dots.

I wish I brought my Jane Austen books with me.

I bought a new Hello Kitty lunch box made from China. Gulp.

I think I work better alone.

I love you I love you I love you.