any idea why a dining table is called a dining table?
that's bcos u r supposed to dine on that table
any idea why a work desk is not called a dining table?
that's bcos u r supposed to work instead of dining on that table

u'd think that's simple enuff.. apparently not for me.. cos three days ago i was abt to eat my lunch on my work desk in office.. when guilt crept into my heart, i attempted to carry my bowl of porridge to the pantry.. alas, due to my (in)famous kinetic intelligence, i spilled -- no, i should say i actually poured half of the bowl onto my lap.. my first reflex (which is usually the most idiotic one) was to try scooping out the porridge wif my bare hands.. when i realised that it's at boiling temperature, out of reflex (another moronic one) i splashed watever porridge in my hands unto the carpet.. by then i realised that my whole jeans had been soaked wif porridge and my thighs were thoroughly scalded.. so i ran to the toilet (wif the porridge dripping all over, forming a trail behind me) leaving behind my two colleagues, pris & james, in amazement over wat had just happened.. meanwhile, in the toilet, i struggled cleanin up the stuffs on my jeans.. wiping it wif tissue just made it worse.. so i had to use water & mama lemon to wash the minced-meat-porridge-wif-egg off.. then it dawned upon me that i cant put the dripping jeans back on me.. in moments like these, i'd wonder to myself why i dun haf the sense to carry hair-dryer wherever i go.. so i just had to squeeze it to the max and put on the wet jeans that had by then smelled like lemon porridge or minced-meat lemonade (whichever is to ur taste).. came out of the toilet to realise the kind-hearted pris & james (whose day had not been kind to them tho) had cleaned up my mess and sprayed some cleaning agents.. the two dearies r such angels in my time of distress.. in the end, another colleague also lent me the spare clothes she kept in office.. sigh.. this realli taught me some very good lessons:

- God's placed in my life lovely ppl who r willing to help clean up my mess (this entry is an ode to my colleagues)
- a work desk is not called a dining table for a very very good reason
- bring hair-dryer in my bag all the time.. or else mama lemon.. or else sticky gloves wif which i can carry watever thing in my hands w/o spilling/pouring/splashing it everywhere

happy leap year! or leap day! watever u call it.. =D

listenin -- come just as u r (vineyard)


s.h.i.r.l.s musing away at 9:46 pm