I recently saw this ad on the telly and it made me laugh:
And then someone sent me this link:
So funny.
Archive for June, 2009
Typing Maniac
June 27, 2009You know, the thing about games on Facebook, is that they show, without the shadow of a doubt, which of your friends are truly bored.
Like me.
Yes. I am the most intelligent thing in the world, and the world is a small, small thing for me.
Worship the Space Man.
Quips Of The Day: Entry 003
June 25, 2009On being an irritating person…
Synn: Are you very irritating to other people as well?
Me: I should hope so. I’d like to think I irritate all our customers at work. I probably irritate my colleagues as well, too.
Synn: You’re so irritating I bet other people wonder how you got married.
Me: Hahaha, they probably do, but I’ve never been asked the question because I irritated them away. I’d like to know the answer to that as well, in case I get asked the question. Tell me ley.
Synn: Oh, I’m just waiting for the payout. *grins*
Happy Father’s Day
June 21, 2009There are many times I wonder to myself how Synn and I would be living our lives now if we didn’t have Tristan.
Yet, in a strange way, I’m not sure I could allow myself to live the rest of my life without ever having known him.
Life works in such strange ways.
It’s so cliched, I know, but it really is true what they say about having kids. Looking after them saps you in every way possible, but it truly is a rewarding experience. It’s precisely this experience that money can’t buy:
The amazement you feel when, in the weeks following his birth, you literally feel him getting heavier each and every day.
The wonder on his face when he discovers that plastic bags make that crinkly noise when handled.
The pride you feel when he’s overcome his titanic struggle to turn onto his tummy.
The pure, unadulterated joy on his face when he takes his first few steps on his own.
The feeling that it’s just the two of you in the world when he gives you a tight hug.
The satisfaction that he’s actually learnt what you taught him to do, like climbing down from a height, or waving hello/goodbye.
The infectiousness of his giggles.
The love you feel for him when he calls you ‘Daddy’ for the first time.
I could go on, but you get my drift. Sure, there are the tough times when he’s ill, and Synn and I are sick with worry. But hell, what I wouldn’t give to experience more of that laughter and warmth that he’s brought into our lives as well.
What’s a little sleep deprivation, eh?
To all those Daddies out there fortunate enough to experience what I have, and more…here’s wishing you all a very Happy Father’s Day.
Project MiniMe: Entry 0057
June 18, 2009Our little friend has finally discovered the joys a simple ball can bring:
We haven’t quite gotten the vid of him bouncing it yet, but we’ll get there. He’s quite taken with it.
Won’t be long before he realises kicking it around will be rather fun as well, tee hee.
Project MiniMe: Entry 0056
June 14, 2009I spotted Tristan with his toy telephone recently while drinking his milk.
For some reason he was absolutely smitten with a particular number:
Son, if only you’d give us these numbers BEFORE the draw results get released!
BEFORE The Draw Results Are Released, SON!
And on his birthday, no less. Sigh.
Synn and I are going to be paying more attention to those seemingly random numbers from now on.
Late For Work Everyday?
June 12, 2009Here’s your solution, lol:
Seriously, only the Japanese could come up with this!
I couldn’t stop laughing for at least a minute when I saw how the guy wore his pants, ROFL. I wonder how Tristan would react if he saw me do that.
And check out the audiences’ reactions as well…CLASSIC!
AND…I know someone who actually TRIED IT OMG. He says he managed 5 minutes and 10 seconds, LOL.
Project MiniMe: Entry 0055
June 10, 2009The newest addition to his growing toy collection:
Can I Has Cookie?
Poor Cookie Monster doesn’t seem too popular, though.
Cookie Monster Tries To Make Friends
Ow, My Aching Body
June 6, 2009While no less than 8 different people at work have commented on my burgeoning girth, the harsh reality of my expanding waistline finally hit me recently when I had to suck in my generous tummy to be able to wear my pants to work.
I thought, ‘That’s IT, it’s time for my weight reduction program.’
Those who work with me are aware of this regimental system I’ve set up as this is (obviously) not the first time I’ve done something to control my rising weight.
While I’ve traditionally gone with simply controlling my food intake (wholemeal bread sandwhich for breakfast, tofu for lunch, and various protein based dinners), this time I’ve gone one step further and added my old exercise regime to it.
Yes, I’ve gone back to the gym for resistance training and have started hitting the pool as well. Two weeks on, with a pretty much broken upper body, empty stomach and a very bad mood, I’m starting to get used to the adjusted lifestyle again.
As with my previous endeavours, I should start to see some real results in 4-6 months time. I just hope I can keep up the momentum and not lose out to the immense lethargy I feel everytime I think of exercise, lol.
Lily Allen – Not Fair
June 4, 2009Having spent more time tuned in to the local pop channels in the recent months (no thanks to Lush having a horrible playlist), one song in particular has been replaying in my head more than a few times:
When Synn and I first heard this song, we almost couldn’t believe what we were hearing, lol. I don’t know about her, but I LOVED it right from the get go!
And in case you can’t quite catch what she’s singing about, here are the lyrics:
oh he treats me with respect he says he loves me all the time
he calls me fifteen times a day he likes to make sure that I’m fine
you know I’ve never met a man whose made me feel quite so secure
hes not like all them other boys they’re all so dumb and immature
there’s just one thing that’s getting in the way
when we go up to bed you’re just not good it’s such a shame
I look into your eyes I want to get to know you
and then you make this noise and its apparent it’s all over
it’s not fair and I think your really mean
I think your really mean
yes I think your really mean
oh your supposed to care but you never make me scream
you never make me scream
oh it’s not fair and it’s really not ok
it’s really not ok
it’s really not ok
oh your supposed to care but all you do is take
all you do is take
well I lie here in the wet patch in the middle of the bed
I’m feeling pretty damn hard done by, I spent ages giving head
then I remember all the nice things that you’ve ever said to me
maybe I’m just overreacting, maybe your the one for me
there’s just one thing that’s getting in the way
when we go up to bed you’re just not good it’s such a shame
I look into your eyes I want to get to know you
and then you make this noise and its apparent it’s all over
it’s not fair and I think your really mean
I think your really mean
yes I think your really mean
oh your supposed to care but you never make me scream
you never make me scream
oh it’s not fair and it’s really not ok
it’s really not ok
it’s really not ok
oh your supposed to care but all you do is take
all you do is take
there’s just one thing that’s getting in the way
when we go up to bed you’re just not good it’s such a shame
I look into your eyes I want to get to know you
and then you make this noise and its apparent it’s all over
it’s not fair and I think your really mean
I think your really mean
yes I think your really mean
oh your supposed to care but you never make me scream
you never make me scream
oh it’s not fair and it’s really not ok
it’s really not ok
it’s really not ok
oh your supposed to care but all you do is take
all you do is take
Watching the MTV for this song has made me laugh even harder. I love the not-so-subtle references in the video, like the cock (lol!) rooster on top of the cow. Or the limp drummers and guitarists in the background, lol.
