Some Cheese with that Whine

Sometimes, good things happen to me and I'm not a complete and total fucktard that I don't realize it. Or be thankful for it. Like now, I have good things happening to me (when it rains, it pours) and it's only right that I write about those happy moment too. Not just the whiney moments. Balance, see.

..So..

Good Things Number 1: PTD. I've got it. Results came out the 25th and I got it. Offer letter is still in the mail so I am not really sure what's going to happen. But basically, I've got a real good job offer that is worth thinking about.

Good Things Number 2: Bonus baby! Feb's pay is in and good gosh golly, look at that account balance. Let me soak the moment in before clicking away to pay my loans, credit card and bills. Right now, this moment, I'm rich.

Good Things Number 3: Family Trip next month. Insya Allah. MAS Trade Fair last weekend had some wicked prices on airfare. We took the chance to plan out our annual family trip and I'm stoked. March can't come soon enough.

Good Things Number 4: My weird, pseudo diet is going admirably well. Meeting up with Shiren Monkee some weeks back and seeing how much weight she lost (She joined a gym and also doing yoga and now she looks awesome!) prompted me to stop stuffing my gob with food so much. So far so good. Lost a few. I'm not so hungry all the time now and I don't have to worry about going up a bra size (a good reason as any to lose weight). I have 2 more (sale) La Senzas I haven't worn.

Good Things Number 5: Scored big (big!) 7 letters words on 3 consecutive Scrabble games. Played 'palsied', 'mashed' and 'hangers'. The last word was on a triple word square lagi. Woot! Hell yeah. ..What? It's a bloody good damn thing to me, this is. Shutup.

Good Things Number 6: I'm in love* with my Flavor of the Week.
* not to be mistaken with the real thing.

Good Things Number 7: Quality time with friends. Had a friggin' awesome time with my bestest mates throughout February. Plans for more playdates with a few more this weekend and next week. Life is fantastic when you have crazy beautiful people like these to hang out with. I don't even mind the utter demolition of my pseudo diet whenever we hang out (because it's always always over food). Sante!

Alhamdulillah.

Funny twinge in my marrow for more good things to come. Here's to good things happening to you too! Hear hear.

Lobster's Favorite Things: Subway's OR cookies

it's like Oprah's, only with crappier stuff.

om..nyom..nyom..

For the second exciting installment of this..thing I'm doing, I looked at my lunch decided it's going to be the very delicious Subway Oatmeal Raisin cookies.
I once hit the peak of my obsession with this deceivingly unattractive food item and tried to make my own Oatmeal Raisin cookies. I scoured the internet for a seemingly reliable recipe and tried it as soon as I reached home. The results weren't exactly the same but it was alright. It was the color of albino puke but I got the chewy center to crumbly edges ratio pretty close to Subway's (think Gap of Rohan-close).
I decided when I woke up this morning that I was going to have a Subway with their OR cookies for lunch. Stopped at the nearby Subway and proceeded to order a number 7 on Hearty (I'm never sure how to correctly pronounce this word. Har-T? Her-T?) Italienne (this I know how to pronounce. Rhymes with 'alien') bread, hold the chili pickle, mustard, ketchup, some more mustard. Opted to take the meal deal, add some 5 bucks and get a cola and cookies of choice. As usual. Simple enough.
Imagine my surprise upon discovering that they no more give you 2 cookies now, but only one in the meal deal. ONE! Quel dommage! I asked the staff, thinking she might unconsciously skimped me, to which she replied that it's the new meal package. One cookie (ONE!), cola and sandwich. She explained some crap about fuel price hike in 2008 affecting the costs of whatever and rather than increase their (already exorbitant) price, Subway decided to cut back on the cookies instead.
I was obsessed enough with the cookies to fork out the RM1.37 for another piece. Yes, I'm easy.
But now that I'm full, obsession sated for the time being and had moments to reflect; I'm incensed. There were no fuel hike this new year, thus rendering all the argument Subway gave about skimping my one piece of cookie meaningless. They're simply cheap pieces of turd, bent on making 400% return on every scrap of regurgitated synthetic chow they tricked us into buying by manipulating the vulnerable need for acceptance and inclusive effort of taking part of the newest and trendiest muck consumption the western world deemed indulgent enough to bring to our pitiful, culturalless shores.
Franchise capitalism at their best. Bastards.

Yes, I still think their Oatmeal Raisins are the shizz. What's your point?

Shakespeare..

..I'm verily not. As I was valiant in effort and pespiration sorting out the sheafs of cereal-kind fodder on my desk yester eve, I came across this scant dribbling I made. 'Twas done when I had to while away the grains, some time ago. Lo, here's how it goes:

I'm so hungry
it's not even funny.
I could eat a rhino
if it's dipped in curry.
My stomach's empty,
there's nothing in it,
even a lint nary.
I wish someone would just
feed me.
I know people in Chilele,
could hear my tummy.
It's empty.
Growling. Hungry. Not happy.

How doth thy liketh it? Entrancing scribe vomit, 'tis not? Indeed, the very action that sway the quill that was plucked off an ancient raven's wings to this parchment is masterly as their content, so masterful such depiction. A guiless guile. To the common, splendor'd, even. Aha.

Love's Labours Lost, Act I, Scene i, Ferdinand to Costard
"Then for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter
that obscene and preposterous event, that draweth
from my snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which
here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest;