Childish people

Sometimes I thought with age, you will be mature in your thinking and you will have lesser chance of committing any social faux pas. Like if you are an adult who is approaching 40 years old, you will admit your mistake that you have spoken too fast to criticise and you deserved to be told off.

This person has been whining for the past 2 hours and is still feeling very sorry for himself, like a cat who got his paws caught in a mouse trap trying to steal the bait.

One word of advice for him. Grow up.

Ernest does not need to be your Aunt Agony. Shut up.

Irritating people aside, I am real pleased with myself. I decided to cave into Candice's complains that my car is filthy and I gave it a $30 car wash just now.

Now my car is sparkling clean and my tyres got a complimentary polish as well. Very nice.

And I am currently on MSN chatting with friends from Singapore. I miss Singapore suddenly. I miss my friends and I miss going out with them. I miss my family. Reading Jac's blog made me feel I have not been spending quality time with them when I was back in Oct/Nov last year. Note to self: will make more effort this year.

When my colleagues ask week after week how was my weekend past, I always replied,'Too short.' They would laugh and they will go on and on about THEIR weekend like I cared. I would normally smile and nodded at the right places and commented,'Really?!' where it is required. Normally the Aussies speak too fast for me to get the full story and the Asians' weekends are usually more boring than mine. But it's nice to know what's going on in a colleague's life other than project deadlines and the latest office gossip.

OK, end of my random thoughts for today. If you are wondering what's with my random blogging topics today, I told Ernest before, a lot of things tend to go through my head in a short span of time. I can think of what to eat for dinner while chatting to Ernest and doing dishes and wonder about organising the next meetup with church mates all at the same time.

I can talk to Ernest about getting the plumbing fixed for the bathroom and on the same breath ask him what are we getting for Sarah's birthday and then what to cook for dinner tomorrow the next. I know Ernest is used to it, but sometimes I confuse my friends and colleagues.

Some suggested I might be psycho and maybe I am schizo. Time to eat my pills. Tata!