Tuesday, March 22, 2011



Bali, I'ma coming!

Monday, March 21, 2011

Oh Andrew~

Andrew says:
is everything ok nance?

I say:
andrew!
my honey bunches of oats
work blows
but that's nothing new
=T
how are you?

Andrew says:
shouldn't you be speaking to me about something else?
didn't you feel the earthquake?

I say:
i'm pregnant and you're the father?

Andrew says:
ahh hem

I say:
we had an earthquake?
really? when?

Andrew says:
an hour ago

I say:
really?
lol

Andrew says:
dang,..news travels fast,...

I say:
is this a fart joke?

Andrew says:
i think you had two or three

I say:
nope
i just asked my coworker.. we didn't feel a thing
but thank you for your concern!
i feel the love

Andrew says:
haha
ok
FEEL IT!!
well....the love is going to fix himself dinner then

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Tik Tok.

Having an ADD moment -- afternoon.

Supposedly working on a launch plan.

But ended up taking the xmas lights down, cleaned the kitchen and wiped the floors.

Dog is at the groomers so the place is quiet.

Now I'm blogging, reviewing past launch plans and having a staring contest at the ppt template all at the same time. I'm either a pro multitasker or an extreme slacker.

Hm, the windows need to be cleaned..

Friday, March 04, 2011

Sassy

I hate riding the MRT during rush hour. The locals live like sardines so when a train comes, they'll pile in even though here is literally no space whatsoever. I tend to stand near the door and pretend I'm a tree so when people try to push themelves in, they have to go around me. It's easier than it sounds cuz most people weigh less than 100 pounds.

So today at one of the stops, this youngin steps on and in the background this older lady was hovering, trying to pile in as well. She kept saying 'excuse me, I want to get in', and the youngin, goes 'there's no space.. what's the point of cramming yourself in here!' followed with '#%*&$'. The old lady looked shocked and though I wasn't exactly gleeful when she crammed herself in, felt bad for the old lady. In between stops, the youngin, clearly annoyed, goes 'stop shoving!'. This time the old lady grew a pair and retorted 'it's you that's shoving!'.

I thought there'd be a rumble! But alas, once the door opened, I got off with the youngin in tow. I should mention that she kinda pushed me, but considering she was a walking time bomb and me being diplomatic, let it go.