After spending sometime figuring out Gears of War 2 on the Xbox 360(damn awesome lah, the game, I tell you!), I realised I am seriously not gifted in gaming.

But I am seriously gifted in swearing while gaming.

***

While having a meeting today, I noticed the usually sleekly-dressed Korean colleague of mine was wearing a very crisp shirt.

I was looking at the other colleagues, who either never wear shirts, or that their shirts are so crumpled that… you know, they are likely to belong to my camp of untidiness.

His was meticulously ironed, and whoever who did the ironing, is terribly gifted in doing so.

This colleague of mine is no Rain(hahaha, the first meeting involved me telling him and another Korean colleague that “Huh! But you guys don’t look like Rain! -bimbo alert-), yet his sense of style is pretty interesting. Uniquely so. I once saw him in a pair of checkered pants and thought to myself that I would dress this way too if I were a guy.

There is just something about men’s style that intrigues me. I think I might head for a sex change soon or something.

Anyway, that’s beside the point.

So when I was checking out his neatly-ironed pants, while wondering to myself if he is one with OCD or a cleanliness freak… I uhm, noticed something.

His zipper was down.

I contemplated for the longest time before I gathered ALL of my courage to type a message in my handphone, before I “psst” at him, and passed him my phone, with the typed message, “By the way, your fly is undone. I think.”

He was draped casually on the couch when I said that, with a notebook covering it.

He raised a brow slightly and lifted one end of his notebook to look at you-know-where, and registered a too-cool-an-expression-to-be-embarrassment, before I looked away to spare him a few seconds of modesty.

I am not a pervvie. I think he must be thinking why was I looking at his crotch lah!

It didn’t help that at one point he stood up and I was sitting down to lean across to grab something.

Okay. I swear I ain’t a sleazeball.

***

I am officially annoyed.

With the usual.

Tsk tsk. Territorial is not a good trait, really.

SBB’s family want to spend time with Minibean from the 30th October to 9th November.

I know very well what would be Mum’s response, and thus, shortened it to just a few days.

She was showing me hell lot of attitude when I said it has been a long while since she went over, and it is only fair since they adore her.

And to be fair, they take very good care of her, and taught her a lot of things.

I mean my Mum teaches well too, and Minibean can recite A to Z all by herself.

And amazingly, she said “Charissa” and clapped for herself on Monday night. I was surprised when she said her name wholly for the first time.

She is one smart cookie.

Anyway. So I have to get “approval”.

I always go to Dad first but this time, I thought I would exercise some sensibility and respect, so I spoke to her.

She said after she sends the maid(yes, she is sending our 2nd maid back) back, they can take care of her when she not free.

Like, seriously.

And that would be 2nd week of November onwards.

So I said she could go this week and then after that, in November, anyway.

She just snapped.

“No, she cannot go so often.”

She went into her room, and possibly wanting to slam the door at me, but afraid I might do the extreme.

Huh? Like seriously.

And as usual, the rebel in me acted up. It was like me being grounded all over again.

So, I just silently retreated. I have became a wuss over the years.

Then, I called my dad today.

And yes, it is now resolved with mediation.

And I need a solution for it before it becomes a repetitive dread.