Honestly. I am really very sorry.

Looking back, my mother was probably right.

Well… except that time at the playground, when I ran, crying to her after this bossy neighbor pushed me down into the sand. Her advice then was, ‘Go push her back.’

In her defense I must say that all her advice, since then, have turned out well and in some instances, great. Like that time when she said that hailing a cab is wayyyy faster if you were wearing a short skirt. Damn does that work! And there is that time when she said that the guy on the other side of the phone was way dodgy, and that was one relationship that did not work. You know I can go on forever but I shall spare you that one agony and tell you about this one poor man in my life.

You know, Mr. SO.

And so the story goes that just the other day, we were checking out the screen-sharing feature of skype. It is this nerdy function where you can show the person you are skyping with your screen and hence do something like a work presentation while you are miles away sort-of-thing… so he was really excited that it worked. In his excitement, he had to show me a model that he have been working on for eons.

I mean this is THE MODEL that he was working on while skyping with me, he was looking at this model when he was web-camming with me and I am pretty sure that when he was suppose to be thinking about me he was definitely thinking about this model. After all that, I HAD TO SEE THIS ONE MODEL.

Anyway, to show me this above-mentioned model, he had to close tons of windows and go to his desktop to retrieve the file. Before I continue the story of the model, I have to digress a little.

So, I could see his screen while he was closing all those windows. And I could see his screensaver, which was NOT our photo and that kind of offended me a little because I was like… ARE YOU ASHAMED OF ME!!! My poor heart, it chipped a little there and then. I mean, it shattered into a gazillion pieces. DUDE, mark my words, in all future domestic quarrels, this screensaver issue is going to be the one thing that I mention over and over again so be ready for it.

End of digression.

Yes. THE MODEL. So Mr. SO excitedly scrolled and zoomed to show me his fantastic model. My reaction at that, wow, priceless. You remember the movie that crashed at the box office, about this crazy toy store. Mr Magnorium’s Wonder Emporium. I felt exactly the same way about Mr. SO’s model. Oh man, was it disappointing!

I will be honest about it. It was a rectangle with graduated colors.

And so I laughed. Mind you, I was on skype and I laughed rudely in his face. I think I gave a new meaning to ‘lol’ but I was all…. MAN… I COULD DO THAT WITH POWERPOINT IN 2 MINUTES FLAT.

Now people, see what I did wrong? I laughed at someone else. And that is a big no-no. My mother told me not to laugh at others or to be mean. According to her, it is rude and ill mannered. I wished I had listen to her. My mockery of Mr. SO model has turned around and bitten me ferociously in the ass. The past 2 days was all of data analysis and more data analysis with only a few miserable figures to show for it.

Damned… my mother was right. Except that it has got nothing to do with manners or being mean. Dalai Lama would have gotten this right; karma baby, karma.