Due to the fact that I've got my own set of wheels, I am hardly a passenger in someone else's car. I know of some people (girls usually) who love to get people to pick them up, eventhough they've got their own car, but I'm not most girls. *beams*
Environmentalists, of course I know that car-pooling is good. I was talking about those out-of-the-way-kind-of-will-you-give-me-a-lift.
So yes, because I am hardly ever a passenger, therefore I never really noticed my passenger-habits.
Turns out that I am somewhat of a backseat driver.
I say somewhat because Wikipedia states that, a back seat driver is a passenger in vehicle who is not in control of the vehicle and appears to be uncomfortable with the skills of the current driver and/or feels the need to tutor said driver. I don't exercise the 'need to tutor the said driver' part, but I definitely exhibit the first half.
During office hours, The Boss and I would go for meetings together and he'd be the one driving. Every time he changes lane, exits a junction, enters a roundabout, you get the drift; I always look into the left side-mirror. Yes, always. He laughs everytime I do that.
I must clarify though - I do this not because I don't trust his skills. An extra pair of eyes is always a bonus right? And besides, a girl is not supposed to doubt a man's capabilities when it comes to the operation of a motor vehicle. So nooo, of course I trust him.
He whacked his left side-mirror some days ago. We went for a meeting today.
You know those days when things don't go your way?
Well, today was one of those. Upon arrival at a client's place for a meeting, we found out that he's on leave. Prick.
Since the second meeting was about 2 hours later within the same area, we sat down to grab a drink and bite.
They didn't have the pie I wanted. And second choice came out charred at the sides.
Idiots. Then second appointment texted to say that she needs to postpone the meeting.
Bugger. When the afternoon rain subsided, we ran some errands on the way back to the office. Decided to stop for durian pancakes. Nuh uh, durian pancakes not ready. Would you like to come back tonight?
Do I look like a durian monster?
He did though.
Sensing our misery, the nice lady said she'll replace the pandan with durian in some sesame seed ball thingamajig.
Didn't cut it.
Durian pancakes would have been nice.
On another note.
Here's a new dress.
OK fine. Not new, new; since it's the second wear in a span of 8 days.
It looked OK at first.
Then it started to look like... those batik/floral housecoats that fat aunties wear to the market... sans the V-neck of course.
Drawing inspiration from Lynette's entry on simple pleasures, I thought I'd break the trend of 'low' entries (after the sprained ankle and a funeral), with a warm, fuzzy one.
I love stepping out of the bathroom in the morning, and after drying myself, jump back into bed under the covers for another few minutes. I love that few moments of stolen pleasure before I embrace the day.
Coming into the office before everyone else does, I pop a CD into the player and believe that Michael (Buble) is crooning to no one else but me!
As I apply my make up (uh huh, I no longer do this in the car), I draw immense satisfaction from my hand perfectly guiding the eye-liner pencil the way I want it drawn. And I smile into the mirror and think, "Doreen, you so hot!".
I take in deeply the smell of a mug of hot peppermint tea, and the comfort it offers as it trickles down my inflamed throat. (Side note: Damn sore throat that's been around for more than 5 days now!)
An Oreo's cookie (or two) in the afternoon always works like magic. Actually, any other chocolate products for that matter.
Going back to bed after a massive lunch of banana leaf rice on a Sunday afternoon... now that is da bomb. Bonus pleasure points if it rains just as I'm about to doze off.
The mere thought of the need to shop for a new pair of bikini for the upcoming Sipadan trip in December on a Friday afternoon... and while I'm at that, making a mental count of the days before we fly off...
That comforting feeling of waking up in the middle of the night and upon looking at the time, realize that it's a few more hours before the alarm is due to go off.
When daddy calls me his girl during MSN chats, I feel so small and loved.
It's no secret that I love a drink (or drinks!), but that first sip of beer after a long, hot day... now I can't even begin to describe that feeling.
The smell of clean bed sheets.. and rolling about in them under the covers with the aircon on full blast.
A day to myself with no appointments, no one to meet, no deadlines to adhere to.. where I take it slow, eat lots of junk food, have some wine and read a good book.