On DOMs and their mistresses

Encounter 1:

“You know, your dad should get a mistress. Having a mistress can motivate him into finding more money,” someone in the office who knows my dad told me casually. Of course, the knee-jerk reaction was to spit on that someone’s face, but, for reasons I can’t divulge in this blog (because it could get me into trouble) I controlled my violent urges and just replied “My dad’s not really into that.” I wanted to joke: “And my dad’s smarter than that. He won’t go for beautiful young things who’ll be asking for money every now and then. He’s gonna get one who’s super rich so he can ask for money every now and then.”

Encounter 2:

“You know, you should be ‘extra-friendly’ with one of the guys there* (filthy rich government employees/officials). That might help you with your situation,” casually said another ’someone’ from the office who was just trying to be helpful after he heard me complain about my money problems. I just replied: “Sorry, that’s not my thing. I’d rather live in penury than be someone’s paid b1tch.”

Becoming Nurse Betty

"Edward..are you talking to me? Oh, yes, Edward, I'd be glad to surrender my life to you. Yes, yes, yes."

Sometimes I fear that I’m just a few crazy neurons away from becoming Nurse Betty. Although nothing tragic has happened to me (the stressor that unleashed Nurse Betty’s inner wacko), I’ve been obsessing over the Twilight series, over Edward Cullen, over Robert Pattinson (the guy portraying Edward in the upcoming movie), that it has, at some instances, becoming uncontrollable.

Insobriety 1

"Should You Be Laughing at This?" by Hugleikur Dagsson

I have always hated the expression “in vino veritas.” I hate that despite its triteness, some people still use it as if it’s an original and intellectual thing to say. I hate that it soooo states the obvious: they might as well come out with an intelligent-sounding idiomatic expression that directly translates to “if you jump from a 30-storey building, you die.”

But who am I to argue about an age-old idiom, right?

So, why am I getting all riled up over one stupid wine adage?

9/11 jitters

I just realized we will be riding a plane to Macau on the 9/11anniversary. Here’s praying nothing surreal or scary happens. *crosses fingers*

To my beloved terrorists, I suggest you come up with other gimmicks. Organize a parade. Have a giant-sized inflatable Eddie Murphy as a mascot. That would definitely terrorize us. Promise.

Dealing with the Crazies

Sir K is probably the best-looking boss I’ve ever had. So it wouldn’t be any surprise if he would eventually deal with the crazies (i.e. obsessive, Fatal-Attraction-type female employees). Now I won’t discuss his recent encounter with that psycho-chick (let’s just say that he dealt with it with such grace, upping his pogi points), because I’d rather not talk about HIS life. I’d like to share, though, an experience I’ve had with another nut job….

Sick, sick, sick

I try to be as open-minded as I can, but this to me is just plain gross and unacceptable…