Screen protector

I've always thought screen protectors are dorky. But I've changed my mind. For the first time ever, when I bought my latest phone, I didn't immediately remove the lame screen shield that came with it. I love the phone! The pictures on the screen look so pretty, I wanted it to stay that way. So I swallowed my pride and for a week, while waiting for the screen protector I ordered online to get here, I looked like an idiot carrying my phone around without taking off the ugly, factory-installed screen protector. I thought the one that I bought would look like that too. I wasn't sure how long I could stand it.

But this morning, my order from Clarivue came. I put the protector on my phone, and I have to say, it's really awesome!!! You can barely tell it's there. The screen is as bright as when it's bare. Yeay!!! I'm so happy! If you're looking to protect the screen of your new toy too, then I definitely recommend this one. The size for mine was a little bit off, because I had to order one for a similar phone since they don't have one for my phone model. I did some trimming and it's all good.

So that was my morning of procrastination. Better not procrastinate anymore, and get cracking on my midterm. Enjoy your weekend, people!

Daydreams are free

So my to-do list have shrunken a little bit, from 8 to 6. I deposited my checks, and I gave the Netflix DVD to Nils. He already mailed them in. He's better at those kind of stuff. Thanks baby! This weekend I'll take care of # 2, what with my midterm next Thursday and all. I better get down to business if I'm going to get that A.

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People say sometimes love just ain't enough. You know what, those people are right.

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Yesterday on my way home from work, I dreamt about being a receptionist. I don't really know what receptionists do, but this is my dream, ok? Not yours. Anyway, if I were a receptionist, I would make sure we're stocked up on Post-it notes, pens, pencils, paper clips, paper, and whatever it is lah that people keep stocked up in the mail room. And those clean labcoats that just came back from the cleaners, I would put them in alphabetical order so people don't have to sift through the whole rack to find theirs. If I'm in a good mood, I'll even take them out of the cheesey plastic garment bag they come back in.

I would rearrange the front office a little bit to create a (tiny) waiting area. I'll at least put out a row of chairs where people can sit, instead of having them hover in front of my face while waiting for whomever it is they're waiting for. Maybe I'll move the guard's table and the stupid big plant to make some room. The guards will have one helluva time trying to squeeze through to get behind their desk after I move it, but hey, they're only there a few minutes a day, I have to sit here and watch these "guests" the whole damn day, ok.

My cubicle will be neat and cute, since it's the first thing that the visitors will see when they come in. Maybe I'll put up a demotivation calendar to get a smile from them. It could be a conversational piece to break the ice. Maybe I'll put a book or two on the shelf so visitors could comment on them (if they feel like being friendly to me and don't want to wait an extra half hour on my PMS days). Book # 1: How to Soar Like an Eagle When Surrounded by Turkeys. The content of this book wouldn't apply to my situation, but again, it's perfect as an ice breaker.

If I have extra time, I will volunteer to be the executive assistant to the three directors/VP who sit in the front office area. At first I thought I would get them coffee and muffins everyday, but Nils told me people don't do that anymore, so I guess I won't. I don't want to freak them out with my super eagerness. I type fast, so maybe I can help them type. They can dictate their letters/reports to me and I'll type them up. If any of them still type the hunt-and-peck style, they'll be excited by this! I don't really know shorthand, but I can make almost anything sound kosher and professional. That should more than make up for it. I can also do Excel stuff. But those are boring, so I think I'll pretend I don't know how to use Excel. I'll make calls for lunch and dinner reservations when they have to entertain clients. And also when they have to entertain the marketing people from the east coast. I'll set up their appointments, and chit chat a little with the other assistants (if they're friendly lah kan. If not, no need lah.) So yeah, I think it will be fun. Trying to make three men happy. It will be challenging. My dream job (for now). *sigh*

Why oh why?

Why am I writing here? I don't know. Is it because it's easier? Looks better? Ah who cares.

I have tons of things to do, but I just can't bring myself to do 'em. At home, and at work. I just want to sit and stare into nothingness. Yep, just sit on my ass. Just like that. Let me list the things that are circling my mind.

1) Why haven't they debited my state tax?
2) 4 weeks of stats homework
3) Renew auto insurance
4) Deposit the three checks that are sitting on the back seat
5) Write application essays
6) Call back volunteer lady
7) Call maid
8) Mail the netflix DVDs

and a bunch of other things I cannot be bothered to think about right now.

And what should I make of my boyfriend having to pray out without me knowing? Today I walked in the room to tuck him in, and he looked as if I caught him doing something naughty. Well, I've never asked him not to pray, but I think it just makes him uncomfortable to pray because he thinks that it bothers me. Maybe he's a little right. It doesn't bother me that he's praying to a different god. It just reminds me of our impossible, and inevitable future together. And that bothers me a bunch. It makes me feel all kinds of sad, frustrated, angry, disappointed, tired, and many other not-so-positive feelings. The kinds that would need a lot of happy pills to get rid of. *sigh* Why lah is life so complicated? How is it that religion is separating people? Good people. People with good hearts and intention? Why? Sometimes I do think life is a series of pranks, and that God is a funny guy.

I'm going out for fresh air... *sigh*

Because I can

I've had this blog for a while. Back when I couldn't decide whether to go with blogspot or blogdrive. Needless to say, blogdrive won, simply because I liked the green monster template that they had. But from time to time, I come back here, and still wonder whether this is where I want to be. Much like my real life, I have to add. But that's a story for another day. So today, I will write this little bit here. Just for the hell of it. Just because I can. Yes, like that guy who planted grapes in his acre of Atherton. Because he can.

It's Saturday morning, and as usual, I'm dawdling around the house barely able to see (I haven't put in my contact lens. I've long lost my glasses). Nils is watching his Bermuda Triangle show on TV, after eating his chicken sandwich breakfast. He nuked it himself, since I was on my ass, writing this. I have to get ready soon. Yesterday was K's birthday, so today I'm gonna take her and her kids out. I wish they didn't live so far away. The long drive bites.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Nils and I will have our ritual weekend crepes breakfast. Yummmmm.... Oh, that thought's making me hungry. Breakfast time! Chiao!