papadum definition pa·pa·dum (pä′pä dəm)
(noun) a thin, crisp bread or wafer of India, made of lentil flour and usually flavored with pepper and other spices.
First of, SORRY FOR THE SILENCE. And thanks for your reminder msg, shin! I also bow in shame to HK Pig's call last week (to my office phone no less) demanding why this papadum hasn't update her blog for the longest time.
I will! I will! Once I am out of here! The Frou is in the office right now desperately packing her stuffs, clearing emails and trying to get her papadum act together before her flight to the land of papadums tonight. That's right, in about 7hrs from now, I will be on a SQ flight trying to chew open mini packets of papadum and drinking Kingfisher beer - which doesn't sound too bad considering I don't usually get up to doing anything exciting on Tuesday nights.
What alarms me the most about this trip, is this email I received from my company's security director last night. To give you a background, my company send its employees all over the world and the security director's job is to make sure that he knows who is where at any given time and once he hears of any dangerous papadumic activities where we are at, he is to jump on the next plane to bring our frightened papadum asses back to safety. A dire job, no?
(noun) a thin, crisp bread or wafer of India, made of lentil flour and usually flavored with pepper and other spices.
First of, SORRY FOR THE SILENCE. And thanks for your reminder msg, shin! I also bow in shame to HK Pig's call last week (to my office phone no less) demanding why this papadum hasn't update her blog for the longest time.
I will! I will! Once I am out of here! The Frou is in the office right now desperately packing her stuffs, clearing emails and trying to get her papadum act together before her flight to the land of papadums tonight. That's right, in about 7hrs from now, I will be on a SQ flight trying to chew open mini packets of papadum and drinking Kingfisher beer - which doesn't sound too bad considering I don't usually get up to doing anything exciting on Tuesday nights.
What alarms me the most about this trip, is this email I received from my company's security director last night. To give you a background, my company send its employees all over the world and the security director's job is to make sure that he knows who is where at any given time and once he hears of any dangerous papadumic activities where we are at, he is to jump on the next plane to bring our frightened papadum asses back to safety. A dire job, no?
Anyway, his email to me reads: "Have a safe trip and don't let them sell you - CALL ME FIRST!"
Now, you would wonder - what the papadum am I sent to do that would create a risk of me potentially sold off like a bag of papadums?
Was I being sent to negotiate a high profile papadum deal?
Was I being sent to steal confidential papadums?
Was I being sent to crush some poor papadum and bring his bits back?
Well, no, no and no. My job this trip is to attend roughly about three thousand four hundred and seventy two meetings happening within a span of thirty six hours. All very innocent. But the word through the grapevine is, the local team is brewing devious plans to make a papadum bride out of me by marrying me off in a temple somewhere so that I am forced, by statutory marital obligations, to remain permanently in the country in order that I will stay and work for them.
That is one hell of a papadum conspiracy if you ask me! And the fact that they are still sending me over despite even the security director having knowledge of the said conspiracy frightens me to no end.
Pray for me that I will return to Singapore soil soon..... *sobs like a crumpled papadum*
2 comments:
Whatever you do, DO NOT accept A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G!!!!
~ The Pig who almost got married off for a bag of mangoes :(
are you back yet?! have you been sold away at a papadum price in Papadumland?
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