trauma

my boss made me cry today.

he didn't fire me. he didn't yell at me. he didn't throw my work out the window. no. he traumatised me.

i was sitting on the window ledge by cinatan's desk chatting away with jen and cinatan when sabine casually comments, "there's a cockroach in the pot plant."

we all looked into the pot plant but saw nothing. i started to get abit edgy and eyed the plant warily. my boss, KK, strolls in and lies down on the window ledge feeling restless as usual. he starts playing with the pot plant.

"don't do that! there's a cockroach in there!" i yelled.
"oh really?" kk proceeds to tilt the pot plant and starts to flick pebbles out of the pot with a plastic rod.
"K! if that cockroach comes here, i'm going to scream!"
"oh look! the cockroach!" he quickly flicks it at my face.

i screamed.

and i broke into nervous laughter and started tearing at the same time. he didn't flick the cockroach at me but a pebble.

"oh shit. i'm sorry!"

i was half sobbing from the trauma and half-laughing because i knew how stupid i looked. tears were streaming down my face and i couldn't breathe.

"eh... is she crying or laughing? eh, you ok a? is she laughing or is she crying?"

it's not the first time i've screamed in the office. i'm somewhat famous for it now.

i'm the girl who screams.

a new member

introducing lisha simpson...

man am i ugly.

as much as a non-fan i am, the website is quite fun. you can create your own avatar and save your characters.

this is what i have turned into. some kind of lame geek who seeks fun in recreating herself as ugly cartoon characters.

wouldn't mind having lashes that long though. i could take off and fly around the world just by batting them.

and we have LIFT OFF people!!

ok. i officially belong in the nuthouse now.

i made it alive

i am still alive after that 10km walk albeit rather sore.

- my hips groan with every movement, complaining about how much i strained them. lazy buggers.
- my butt squeals in pain every time i try to sit, stand or climb stairs.
- my knees reprimand me with every step i take.


so. the question is... will i ever do it again? the answer is...

like the coupling's theme song says, "perhaps... perhaps... perhaps."

and if i do, next time i'll make sure i'm more prepared for it.

i got conned

super conned.

into doing a 10km marathon. ME! doing a marathon! i can just imagine all the reactions.

*fall off chair*
*stunned silence*
"yea right. she's more likely to eat cockroaches than do a marathon."

but you know what. i AM going to do it. i am going to drag my ass out of bed at 5.45am, scoff down some breakfast and WALK the whole 10km.

yes. walk.

you didn't think i was actually going to try running, did you? how gullible.

gullible, says the one who got conned into this in the first place. i can't believe people pay money to wake up at an ungodly hour, put themselves through kilometres of pain and exhaustion just to run with thousands of other smelly, sweaty people.

i can't pretend to understand. but maybe i will after tomorrow.

the lady joiner is here

i have decided to embrace my heritage whole-heartedly. okay... it's only quarter of my heritage but everyone knows i'm a pretty lousy chinese anyway. i'm still working on that part.

you want lady joiner? lady joiner can bring a friend too. you take two, we give you special price. you want two dollar sucky sucky? then go to the supermarket and buy a packet of straws. i charge premium price.

you want massage? i give you very good price. happy ending - charge extra.

time for lady joiner to get a shower. a smelly lady joiner gets no business.

it's a sign

just a few things i found amusing in common places.


at pasar seni. i pushed jen next to the sign so i could take a photo. for you blind nutters, it says:

"PARIO. One for RM20.00. Buy 2 Free 1 COCONUT."

wtf? why would i want a free coconut. i just want a skirt!


this was taken in WH. i'm all for gay love, but this is a tad awkward.


this was stuck on the wall of the toilet cubicle in MBK, Bangkok. i wonder what people have done with those hose sprays to warrant such a sign.

a word of advice. don't touch hose sprays in public toilets. you never know what people do with them.

starve for a cause

World Vision is holding their annual 30 hour famine this september. come and fast for a good cause together with fellow fundraisers.

if you are interested and would like to get a donation card, email me at alysia.song@gmail.com

i will be there. will you?

luncheon escapades

just got back from a three hour lunch.

cinatan suggested going to peter hoe, near petaling street, for quick eye candy therapy. so there we were nicely browsing through all the pretty things. unfortunately, there was no space at the cafe so we headed back to pasar seni to see what we could grab for lunch.

we ended up in this nonya restaurant called precious. it's very nicely done up with traditional nyonya chinese furnishings, stained glass partitions and chandeliers.


the menu at precious


the photo doesn't do it justice. i'm a poor photographer.

the service was extremely slow. while waiting for our food, we decided to amuse ourselves by taking shameless photos.


tina aka cinatan


tina and i trying to act cute


jen and tina being coy


jen is my cubicle buddy and i look like a vampire

it was 2.00pm by the time we were served lunch. we were already late so we scoffed down our food. tina with her pulut hitam. jen with her fried glass noodles and bubur cha cha. me with my chicken pong teh.

we got into cinatan's car and headed back to the office. suddenly we heard *keduk keduk* *kepom keduk*

tina looked at her side mirror.

"oh. fu lat (pants drop)."
"what?"
"i think i've got a flat tyre."

i gasped. "u think the tyres were slashed on purpose?" i quickly looked around to check if anyone was following us. miss paranoid of the day.

being in the middle of KL, it's not easy to find a convenient spot to pull over. how ironic we should pull over right opposite our *ahem* favourite client's building.

"okay. let's pull up here."
"oh no! look where we are!!"
"oh fu lat."
"where's the bomb?"

jen called our boss to come to the rescue.

"kk said he's going to bring some big strong boys along."
"i wonder who he's going to bring."
"K-man to the rescue!! ta-ta-ta!"


kk, tina & jen acting like tourists


our big strong men - sunny and chang


our very own AAM!


all done in too little time. darn. time to go back to the office.

wat a drama day.

it makes me sick

edit: i have taken off the video due to concerns of me being subject to the ISA. because we live in a free country that is only free for the rich, powerful and corrupted.

"The Internal Security Act 1960 (ISA) is a preventive detention law in force in Malaysia."

"The ISA has been consistently used against people who criticise the government and defend human rights. Known as the "white terror", it has been the most feared and despised, yet convenient tool for the state to suppress opposition and open debate. The Act is an instrument maintained by the ruling government to control public life and civil society." - Wikipedia
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do not watch this if you have a weak stomach. it's almost like watching passions of the christ to a lesser extent.

i am traumatised. i can only imagine how this guy managed to walk after all that. *shudder* you would hope he'll learn his lesson. i don't think they mentioned his crimes.

i find this kind of corporal punishment so medieval. in this day and age, you would think we would find other ways to teach law breakers a lesson. but as we all know, "malaysia boleh!" anything goes in this country.

banning the pussycat dolls for improper dressing and stage behaviour is just so silly compared to inflicting pain upon another human being. don't you think our country's views on morality is just a little skewed?

yeah. i find more and more reasons to leave this country.

DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DADADADADA!!

anyone care to hazard a guess as to what song that is?

i guarantee you'll know it. unless you passed your mid-life crisis twenty years ago. in which case, you wouldn't be reading this anyway.

alvin and i went to the premiere of the simpsons last night. my rating? one star.

to be fair, i've never been a simpsons fan, simply because i find it can be mildly offensive to the intellect. not that i claim to be a highly intellectual person, but lame american humour just rubs me the wrong way. it irritates me more than anything else.

so then, why one star? i give one star as credit to the maker's wild imagination and ability to create a (weak) story out of a whole series of random nonsense.

the group of people behind me were obviously simpson fans. they laughed at everything as though they had never seen anything funnier in their lives. it wasn't the "hur hur" chuckle. it was more like...

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *pause for breath* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

alvin and i looked at each other in amusement, eyebrows raised. i guess there are people who appreciate lame humour, after all.

u scratch mine, i'll scratch yours

after waking up at 3.30pm yesterday from a restless sleep dreaming about aligning text for booklets, i smsed alvin.

"baby. come home."

i was expecting a loving sms back. instead i got this.

"i have bad news. very bad news."

oh shit, it's my car, isn't it? i thought.

"wat??"
"your car got scratched. i'm sorry."
"how bad is it?"
"come down and have a look. i'm downstairs."

while changing out of my pyjamas i was preparing myself for the worst. fortunately, i was way too tired from my 24 hr work stint to react dramatically. so i calmly walked down looking rather disheveled. alvin stood outside looking really pissed off.

luckily the scratch turned out to be a superficial scratch at the right corner of my bumper. i probably wouldn't even have noticed it for a couple of weeks.

"wat happened?"
"some fucker must've scratched it. it was already scratched when i went to collect the car from the parking lot. i screwed the parking guy up."

nyeh. karma dictates what goes around comes around. you scratch mine? someone else scratches yours, bitch.

killing three days in one

finished work at 8.30am this morning. it's amazing how many mental phases u can go through in 23 hours of work.

9am: i'm not an early riser. early mornings are the bane of my existence. sleepiness clings on to me like a leech and refuses to let go.

12pm: the stomach senses lunchtime approaching and starts to rumble in anticipation. i'm wide awake now. it's glutton time!

2pm: post-lunch trauma. sleepiness holds me with a tight grip and threatens to put me in a coma.

5pm: just a couple of packaging mock-ups to do and i'm done for the day. early day, perhaps?

6.30pm: boss tells me servicing needs my help with a booklet. fuck. so much for leaving early.

7pm: briefing time. they only want to change the layout for half the bloody booklet. angry bangry. i've still got to figure out one more packaging keyline and do the mock-up. it's going to be a late one. the grumpy bum appears.

8pm: i manage to con my boss into doing the keyline for me while J and i work on the booklet. perhaps we might be able to leave by midnight.

10:30pm: J and i are still on our first page. frustration and impatience reigns in our cubicle. who the fuck puts every single sentence into a separate text box? it's a design of complete mess! copy-paste-align. copy-paste-align. copy-paste-align.

11:30pm: finally. ONE page done. five more to go. oh boy. so much for leaving at midnight. we trudge on, resigned to many more hours at the office.

1am: hyper bunnies. we are on the brink of tiredness, bordering into the realm of delirium.

3am: sleepy. it's way past bedtime and we're still on our 3rd page. curse the messy art director.

5am: getting closer! three zombies ploughing through the morning.

7am: DONE!! and i still have my other mock-up to finish off. the sun is peeking through the clouds in the horizon and i am fully awake now. i feel like i could continue the day like i had slept through the night. but that's just me being delusional.

8:30am: exhausted and happy. i've got the day off. i bid the office adieu and ride off into the sunrise with my knight in shining red. that would be alvin picking me up in my car. -_-


and there you have it. still want to work in advertising?

want some leaky action?

i am feeling fantabulously sexy right now. absolutely gorgeous.

it's 2.18pm and i haven't had a shower. i'm still in my pyjamas. i haven't washed my hair. and i've got a tissue stuck up my nose so it doesn't gush like niagara falls.

it's a good look. you should try it sometime.

of disease, scorpions and floating printers

i had a string of stressful dreams resulting in me waking up super tense with a stiff neck.

dream 1:
alvin had a huge lump growing on his palm and it was painful so he went to see a doctor about it. he was diagnosed with myglucoma (something i made up entirely in my dream). the lump was like a huge boil but hard. inside was trapped urine. don't ask me how urine gets trapped in your hand.

the doctor told him not to have any physical contact with anyone in case he passed it on. but those with hepatitis were exempted. so i was ecstatic, because i have hep b. the doctor bandaged his hand and i helped look after him, feeding him his meds and making sure he ate the right food.

dream 2:
alvin and i were in the room and i saw a scorpion-like thing zipping past on the floor incredibly fast. i panicked and prodded alvin. "is that a scorpion??" he looked and for awhile he couldn't see anything against the brown tiles. then it moved again and he started flicking his towel at it.

the scorpion flew upwards and landed on alvin's face. i wanted to scream but alvin told me to stay calm and still so it wouldn't sting. then the scorpion jumped and landed on my face. i really panicked then but managed to remain still. i didn't want the nasty bugger to sink his stinger into me. and i closed my eyes waiting for it to get off.

it felt like forever. and ever. and then i opened my eyes and it was gone.

dream 3:
i was at a pier with ships all around. i was stranded. the ship i was supposed to be on had left and it was moving towards the horizon. i had to find someone who could take me to that ship so i asked this old, dodgy, pirate-looking man if he would help me.

he said he'd take me as long as i held on tight and didn't let go, because he wasn't responsible for me. he pointed at a row of printers tied to each other with an orange piece of rope floating in the sea. the printers were being towed by his boat.

so i said okay. he started his boat and i held on to one of the printers for dear life. the rope kept slipping off the printer and i had to try to keep looping it back over the printer, otherwise i'd find myself stranded in the middle of the sea. after awhile, i realised we were heading in the opposite direction of the ship i was supposed to get on!!

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STREEEESSSSSSS.

i can still see that bloody scorpion zipping across the floor like a ghost.

i'm going shoe shopping tonight. retail therapy.

shoemania

clothes. bags. shoes. the three things women will never have enough of.

one of the biggest mysteries of women - how can one have a whole roomful of clothes and still complain about not having anything to wear? there is no real answer. it just happens.

okay... i'm lying. there are answers, but women generally don't like mulling over them because it gives them an excuse to do MORE shopping!

i had to throw away half my clothes and shoes away during my move from melbourne to KL. instead of feeling heartbroken, i felt relief. relief that i had given away all the clothes i would probably never wear again which were taking up way too much space. relief that i now had space for more NEW clothes and shoes!

such is the mentality of shallow, matetrialistic, bimbotic females such as i.

i have been on a mission to find a pair of flat shoes. i have been looking for MONTHS. seriously. and when i finally find a pair, naturally, my size is sold out.

i swear the shoe fairy is holding a grudge against me. being the sad, desperate person that i am, i had to resort to eye candy instead.


marc by marc jacobs bow flats


marc by marc jacobs peep toes


Pedro Garcia


Carmen Ho


Jill Stuart


Juicy Couture


Loeffler Randall


Carmen Ho

*sigh*
*sigh*
*sigh*

the hunt continues...

snap snap

it's july already. we are now more than halfway through the year. can you believe that?

where have the last 6 months gone? i have been planning to get some studio shots done with a photographer since january. but bad timing (and financial planning) has not allowed for a shoot. it's july now and i'm still planning to do that damn shoot.

since the middle of last year, i have been meaning to send in some photos to talent agencies in hopes of getting the chance to make extra moolah. you know, just in case they need a talent who:

- looks thai
- can pass off as a lady joiner
- is chinese but looks like she has abit of an identity crisis
- can switch between a manglish accent and an american-australian-malaysian-super-cialat mixed accent
- a hairy chinese girl
- can do a pretty good tangkachi accent

pretty good chances of me getting jobs, huh.

yeah. well... i can only try.

have finally managed to set an estimated date with jacky (cam's wedding photographer) in mid august for an outdoor shoot. should be fun and quite possibly, terribly embarassing.

emmm...

ok disregard the previous post.

but i am still going to work on a new layout.

eventually. haha.

i love the word 'eventually'. it doesn't promise anything. it's a vague gauge of time. eventually could be next week. it could be next month. it could be when you're 90 on your deathbed cursing everyone who has ever shitted you off.

so yes. eventually....

temporarily ugly

just so you know... there's a reason why my blog suddenly reverted to this standard dreary looking template. i was playing around with blogger's new template thingy and i thought it would keep my main stuff...

i was wrong.

poof. everything disappeared.

ah well. it's time for a makeover anyway. so... yes.

i love reminding myself

how i'm extremely lacking in the moolah department of my life. so i browse through sites and resort to window shopping, fantasising about decorating my future house.

with pretty little things like....

Chandeliers Plexy Baroque


Profile Mirror with Colour-Changing Inks


Undergrowth Bone China Urban Gnome

and then of course i wander off in my thoughts and start thinking about other things like...


feather earrings by Alex Monroe

*sigh* but alas... in the end, i can afford none of these. time to get out on the streets and sell my lady joiner self.

i lady joiner. you waaant? i gib you special price. for you i gib cheap cheap. wat hotel name? wat hotel name?!

transformed!

i was utterly, totally, completely awed. it really blew my mind. i have not been so wowed by a movie since V for Vendetta. partly because i wasn't really expecting much. i don't remember much of the cartoons except optimus prime and the decepticons - thanks to jin min.

it was just soooo... sooooo.... soooooooooooo COOOOOL!! right after the movie, i turned to alvin.

"i want to watch it again!"
"haha."
"no. really. i want to watch it again in the cinema!"
"oh. ok. we'll watch it again."

this is coming from the girl who sang the transformers song really loudly, and rather shamelessly, in the office one day not so long ago.

"TRANSFORMERS!! Robots in the skkkkiiieeeesssss!!"

my colleague looked at me in disdain and snapped at me.

"it's not robots in the skies!! it's robots in disguise!" he rolled his eyes with the most offended expression plastered on his face.

"oh. hee hee. TRANSFORMERS!! More than meets the eeeeyyyyeeee!! TRANSFORMERS!! Robots in the ski... Robots in DISGUIIIISSSEEEE!!"

my boss just laughed at me.

i can't wait to watch it again!! *bouncing in chair*

chubbs and chucks

i call him chucky. he calls me chubby.

he looks like a real-life chucky minus the blood and psychotic expression. everytime i mention it to someone they go "oh yeaaa. actually, he does a bit!"

and i... well, i'm chubby. i've stopped denying it. i've stopped looking at myself in the mirror and sucking in my belly thinking to myself "i can still suck it in so it's okay." i used to wake up with a flat stomach. i don't wake up with a flat stomach anymore. i just wake up with a big stomach. i can't use the "i just ate so it doesn't count" excuse anymore, because even hours after eating... it's still that big.

i am not complaining that i am fat. i'm just a fat skinny person. which is probably worse.

so this weekend i decided to start doing something about it. i did some abdominal exercises and realised how terribly unfit i am. yesterday cam and i got psyched up to play some tennis. something we've been meaning to do for several months now.

after about 15 minutes under the sun, we were panting like crazy. half an hour later, we were about to collapse. one day later... my body has delivered swift retribution for not keeping it fit. my butt hasn't been this sore in a long, long time.

oh dearie me.

BOOYAH!!

*ahem* i couldn't think of a better title. it's been awhile since i've written so i'm a little rusty.

i know. it doesn't justify the "booyah" but what the heck.

oh god. where do i start? i feel as though i've just met up with an old friend whom i haven't seen in ages (which really happens alot because i'm shit at keeping in touch)... and so much has gone by but i don't know where to start.

firstly... i'll start with paying tribute to my dear beloved fat cat. on 14th june 2007, stupid fat cat @ champs died of cancer. =( i was quite upset about that but not as upset as my mum is.

being thousands of miles away creates a numbing effect. it won't hit me til i go back and realise he's not around to ignore me anymore, or act cute when he wants food. and i will certainly miss trying to think of ways to get him into bed with me ( i assure you it only happens with him).

* car alarm goes off causing a flurry of panic resulting in scattered brain*

right. back to champs before moving on to other things. his cancer was found the day before he died and i can only be thankful that he went quickly. he is now buried in his favourite spot where he used to lie under the sun in the garden.

you will be missed.

*moment of silence*

okay... next other thing. i have a new baby. my new pride and joy whom i have yet to tame. she gleams marvelously like sparkling red wine under the joyful sun.

i call her saskia.

i have only taken hold of her reins three times so far. twice around housing areas... and tonight on the highway... that was by far, one of the most stressful moments i've had in awhile. tension sial.

see. getting a car forces you to learn to drive. the exact motivation i need. or else i will never get around to it.

don't say you haven't been warned. if you see a red satria neo roaming around slower than a grandma walking and more crazy than a jamaican on weed... it's probably me, so you might want to steer clear.

more news to come so stay tuned.

if anyone still comes here.

in a traffic jam

before i start rambling, i'd just like to say... having a double eyelid is not cool.

yes. i said *a* double eyelid. over a week ago, i had conjunctivitis (again) and my left eye developed a double eyelid. i figured it was due to the swelling of my eye so i've somehow managed to live with it. but the swelling's gone and so has the conjunctivitis.

the double eyelid hasn't. it now looks as if i went under the knife to get double eyelids and ran out halfway. it looks damn retarded.

funny thing is, just before this happened, i really wished i had double eyelids and wondered what i'd look like. now i half-know. it looks retarded. be careful what you wish for.

ok. now for emo ranting.

i've come to the conclusion that life is like a traffic jam. donkey would rather liken life to a rolling ball though.

Karipap... says:
and how do you relate traffic jam to life?
.+. a l y s i a .+. life is like a traffic jam. says:
it can be slow-going. it can be at a standstill where you're stuck with nowhere to go.
.+. a l y s i a .+. life is like a traffic jam. says:
it can be frustrating to no end
.+. a l y s i a .+. life is like a traffic jam. says:
and then the traffic clears and it's all good
.+. a l y s i a .+. life is like a traffic jam. says:
and just when it's all good... you find yourself facing another bloody traffic jam
Karipap... says:
why not life is like a ball rolling along the road... sometimes smooth going, sometimes bumpy, along the way it picks up shit... then you roll and roll and the shit falls off... sometimes roll down valley or up hill..
.+. a l y s i a .+. life is like a traffic jam. says:
how can u roll up a hill??
Karipap... says:
it's a motorized ball smart ass
.+. a l y s i a .+. life is like a traffic jam. says:
-_- oh. right. times have changed
.+. a l y s i a .+. life is like a traffic jam. says:
haha

i maintain it's more like a traffic jam. at least, that's how i feel at the moment.

ever since i've entered the rat race and moved back to this place we call a developing country, i've felt like i'm losing my 'self' - the self that makes me who i am.

bleh. lazy to ramble.

end of hiatus

or maybe just a break from it.

wow. it's been more than a month since i last stepped into this page. chinese new year has been and gone. ally and bryan, also been and gone, but will be coming back!! yipppeee!! can't wait.

so what have i been up to? one word. WORK. boooooorrrriiiiing, i know. unfortunately, what they say about advertising is true. you don't get to have a life. work is life. life is work.

it's been a long, long week and i'm absolutely exhausted. oh. and i'm trying to quit nasi lemak. today will be day one - attempt #3. shit. this is not good. it's just as hard as quitting cigarettes i swear!!

i have told my colleague to stop buying me nasi lemak everyday, which is a start. but then, out of nowhere, i still find nasi lemak on my table from OTHER colleagues!! *faint* how to quit like that??

i think it's time for me to print out a big sign saying "nasi lemak free zone".



that might work. thursday night i worked til 5am and came back in on friday afternoon. surprise surprise. there was a packet of nasi lemak (as a bribe or thank you gift?) on my table greeting me. aaaarrrggghhh.

so here goes. NASI LEMAK REHAB starts again. wish me luck.

piggy wiggy!! yes, that's me!!

it's the year to make a complete pig of yourself!! oink oink.

okay, shut up. i'm running on very little sleep and an overworked brain... or wat's left of it. yet again, i worked into the wee hours of the morning and finally managed to drag my ass out at 6am. and i thought it was going to be an early one.

HA-fucking-HA!!

technically, when we've worked an equivalent of two days in one day, we are allowed to take the next day off. but not me. nosiree. i had to come back to finish off stuff at lunchtime. and i had it good. my colleague jen clocked 26 hours straight before crawling out of the office this afternoon.

enough work talk. it's time to eat, drink, gamble and be merry!! unfortunately, the song dynasty isn't supposed to celebrate this year due to the passing of my grandfather last year. well, at least i have 5 days to recover from work.

*mental note* refrain from spending early salary lest i starve next month. *end of mental note*

i've been having this major urge to... surprise surprise.... go shopping!! neeeeeed retail therapy!!

okay. the stomach has woken up. i hear yu sang calling me. actually... i just want the salmon.

it's over!!

the last three days have been.... exhausting. when i got pulled into a meeting on monday and was told we had to pitch for an account, my first impulse was to run out of the room. far far away.

i have never looked at so many babies and snowflakes before. don't ask.

yesterday i spent 18 hours at the office... working straight through it all. munching on snacks throughout the day while clicking on the mouse coz i didn't have time to get food. then came dinner... and i subjected everyone to grey's anatomy.

yay grey's!! i want my own dr bourke and mcdreamy.

moving on... it's ally's (third) hen's night tomorrow. and definitely the last. haha. who in the hell has THREE hen's nights?? i'm looking forward to some pampering and skanking with my favourite girls. woo hoo! it's going to be a busybusybusy weekend.

okay... i suppose i should at least make it look like i'm doing some work. bah.

to the land of evil!!

that would be genting. evil evil evil. i don't like casinos. they emanate a vibe of evil, greed and excess wealth. don't get me wrong. i like gambling. i love gambling. but only for fun. and i prefer just gambling amongst friends for a bit of friendly fun. i don't gamble for extra income. that's just plain stupid.

and as if to emphasise my point on how evil genting is, alvin and i kena con by their website whilst booking accommodation. long story short, instead of staying at a nice hotel for a cheap price, we end up staying at a crap hotel at a higher price. fugg. in a matter of minutes, the room rates changed and availability dwindled to nothing!! bleh.

oh well. still. it'll be nice to get away from kl even for just a little while. even if it's just genting. even if i've already been away from kl for 3 weeks. heh.

no casino though. no no no. evil evil evil.

angry sex

apparently it's amazing. i won't say who told me that. but apparently it's amazing. and i believe it.

imagine a torrent of anger, a whirlwind of emotions - rage, hurt, pain, betrayal, love, resentment - all whipped up together. and then lust comes in. and while you're screaming at him about how much of a miserable piece of shit he is, he grabs you and shoves you against the wall.

and... you can imagine the rest.

that WOULD be abit of fun, i reckon. alas, it is something i will probably never experience in my menial life because i lack the passion and emotion that complements that sort of situation.

i don't rage. i don't yell. i don't scream. i just seethe. silently. if i had angry sex, it'd be silent angry sex. it'd be like having sex in a graveyard. weird.

can i just not leave?

i know. i know. i'm the one who decided to move back to kl so i should just shut my mouth and stop whinging.

but fuck it. i'm a whinger. deal with it.

i love these lazy summer days. they're so beautiful. i wish i had more time to stay and enjoy. alas... i am still in the midst of packing up all my shit. so much stuff. nine years worth of crap. lots of memories. lots of junk that holds sentimental value to me. pretty-la things which i am loathe to discard. and of course, a whole heap of computer accessories which i refuse to throw out.

i will miss melbourne. and my friends. and the shopping. and the lifestyle.

but i will back again. no doubt about that.

I WILL BE BACK!!

bells a-ringing and love is in the air

BIG CONGRATULATIONS TO ALLY AND BRYAN!!

they are now officially mr & mrs yeow. woo hoooo!!

the wedding was picture perfect. thanks to alice and noelle, the terrace garden looked fantastic with flowers, lanterns, mandarins, candles and red ribbons to complete the east meets west theme.

the bride herself looked absolutely stunning. jaw-droppingly HOT. i know "hot" isn't exactly the word people use to describe brides... but what can i say. ally was HOT!! she didn't quite pull off the virginal bride thing, but no one would expect her to. hahaha.

bryan looked equally amazing in his full suit - waistcoat, kercheif, corsage and all - the whole she-bang. topped off with the beautiful bridesmaids and handsome groomsmen, the setting was perfect.

it was an intimate occasion kept to only close family and friends. everything had a personal touch to it, from the invitation cards to the deco, to the door gifts - specially designed labels stuck on wine bottles for each guest.

tears brimmed in many pairs of eyes as we witnessed the union of the lovely couple, especially when they exchanged speeches and ally whipped out a surprise for bryan.

"bryan, i have a surprise for you. sit down."
crowd whoops and yells, "lap dance! lap dance!"
"no it's not a lapdance!"

nick strums his guitar and ally starts singing a couple of songs to bryan. he is genuinely surprised and he starts to tear. at the end of the songs, they kiss.

*sigh* love is bliss.

it's truly magical when you see two of your dearest friends so happy together. and you can't help but wish for that happiness to last their lifetime. and that you find your own equivalent.

will post some pics up soon...

don't chase me. unless you're ready to catch me.

that is my favourite quote from grey's anatomy because i can totally understand and relate to it. in fact, i can totally relate to meredith's character. daddy issues.

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i'm done.
i'm pulling back.
no more reaching out.
i'll be here but we can meet halfway.
i'm so weak it makes me sick.
i hate that i'm so into you.
i hate that i care so much.

but i can't hate you.

mothology

i had another moth episode today.

i was happily munching on lychees at bambi's watching grey's anatomy and a moth comes spiralling down at dangerous speeds, landing RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME... and it had the NERVE to flail its fragile wings like a damsel in distress waving her handkerchief for help.

naturally, i jumped to my feet, screamed and ran in the opposite direction, laughing and crying at the same time. laughing because i knew how absurd the situation was, and crying because i got that scared.

i think i freaked jon out (bambi's brother).

i think moths have this inane ability to sense fear. just as they are drawn to the light, they are drawn to me because they KNOW i fear them. and they abuse that power. bastards.

ok. back to grey's anatomy. season three. episode nine.

couch paralysis

bambi and i have just spent the entire day... and i mean ENTIRE day, watching the second season of grey's anatomy. fourteen hours straight of grey's anatomy.

i never got into it before, but today was the turning point. talk about hedonism.

i have a headache from watching so much tv. my body just can't handle it.
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why do we promise never to hurt the person we love? it's an empty promise because you can never guarantee it's a promise you will keep. you may somehow, inadvertently hurt them without knowing it, and there goes your promise out the window.

not meeting their expectations. being less of a person than they thought you were. not making enough or as much effort as you're putting in.

these things cause hurt too - a continuous, dull aching as opposed to the sharp pain you feel when someone cheats on you or dumps your sorry ass.

we forget that.

and so we suffer in silence. because it's just a dull ache that can be suppressed with sufficient distractions.

CLM potential

oh. my. god.

i just had a conversation on msn with my colleague and throughout the whole time she was saying really weird lesbo/boobie/naked comments but i didn't think anything of it.

turns out it was my boss.

lucky lucky lucky i didn't say anything bad about him!! that would have been a rather big CLM (career limiting move)!!!

i feel like whacking him on the head. yes, i should.

the crybaby award goes to..... *drumroll*

ME!!

the night before i left for melbourne, alvin and i crept downstairs to rummage for some supper quietly, so as not to wake anyone up. on the way down the stairs, i spotted a huge moth. i froze.

he turned to look at me.

"babe? what are you doing?"
i pointed, eyes wide in fear, "moth."
"so?"
"moth!!" as if that one word is enough to explain everything.
"just come down la."

the moth was sitting still on the wall tapestry, so i decided to creep down the stairs past it. eyeing it like a mouse eyes a sleeping cat, i moved slowly. down the stairs. closer. closer. and then...

the moth flew precariously towards my face. suppressing a scream, i panicked and burst into tears and ran down the stairs.

"babe? are you okay?"
he hugged me while i sobbed like a baby.

"you're crying over a moth?" he laughed.
"shut up."
"can't believe you're crying because of a MOTH!"
"shut up!!"

we continued our search for food in the stillness of the night.

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i have an insane fear of moths. and flying birds. but birds are fine because they generally don't fly at you. moths, on the other hand, are fuckers who don't know how to fly properly. they don't even flutter graciously. they flap hopelessly and unpredictably in any direction.

flying cockroaches are even worse.
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i'm already sick of packing and i've barely started. been busy stocktaking, sorting what needs to be kept and what i can bear to throw out/give away. clearing my shit off shelves and desks to take photos to post up for sale.

in fact, i UNPACKED a box yesterday. i still have stuff in boxes from my previous move to the apartment. i move faster than i can unpack. -_- not good.

being in the apartment brings back a flood of memories. overweight emotional baggage and guilt throw themselves at me. so i continue to focus on packing. pack. pack. pack. don't think. just pack.

the glare of reality

it can be a sudden shock to the system when you realise you've been living in an illusion, caught up in the web of your own desires. then slowly, the illusion melts away, leaving you in the glare of reality.

a glare so bright it hurts.

you try to crawl back into your fantasy world, but no matter how hard you try, it's never the same. the fabric has been torn and can never be repaired.

yet, you still persist to live in that illusion. a temporary happiness to ease the pain and salve your wounds.

actions of a fool. a fool who knows his/her actions will only result in more hurt and damage.

summer : day one

i love love love summer. there is something about it that just never fails to put a smile on my face. i just want to twirl and dance under the beaming sun, and get a tan doing it.

i forgot what it's like to be able to walk all over the place without having to worry about rapists/robbers/wolf cries and get around without a car. it makes me want to ditch kl and come back. unfortunately, i'm too WL4 for that.

and the shopping!! god i miss the shopping. i had to try soooo hard to avert my eyes from all the shops. i automatically walked into stores without realising and pulled myself out with all the willpower i could muster. it was hard. it's like putting a pack of cocaine on the table in front of a crackwhore.

ally accompanied me for wonderful lasagne at pellegrini's. after stuffing ourselves, we hunted around for our outfits for saturday night - ally's hen's night themed THE ROARING 20s.

after that, i made my way to the apartment to have a look at the upcoming headache i'll have to face - packing.

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walking around melbourne brings back many memories - good and bad - along with a whole bunch of mixed emotions that bubble up to the surface after four months of repression.

oh well. guess that's why i bailed.

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it's freaking hot. i need to hit the beach at least once in this trip.

dum di dum di doo

i am procrastinating. my room is in a mess. and the thought of packing just makes me wince. even though i'm planning on bringing an empty suitcase.

but organising my room and trying to minimise the amount of stuff i'm going to take... is not a five minute job.

there was a big hoo ha this morning because my cheque hadn't cleared yet so i called the bank to find out why. apparently the name on the cheque was spelt wrongly. and it wasn't just missing one letter.

instead of song chor koon, they wrote song kor choon. which is really. quite. a. big. difference.

and i failed to notice it!! i even looked at it! and so did alvin, yet, neither of us noticed it. i was probably just busy looking at the amount.

dumbass. well, i learnt my lesson. i panicked because that was my trip funding!! i rushed to the bank to collect my rejected cheque on the way to lunch with my godmother and asked my boss to reissue me another one today.

but that would still mean i wouldn't get cash in time. i went to the office after lunch to pick up my cheque and pass him the rejected one. thank god my boss was one step ahead of me and passed me my whole salary in cash instead. *phew*

i won't have to eat bread and drink water in melbourne after all. hehe. well.. i might still have to since after conversion, it doesn't amount to much. -_-


okay, okay. enough procrastination. gotta start packing!!

i'm looking forward to seeing my lovelies in melbourne. and my beloved cousin whom i trust has mastered the recipe for mee pok by now. *hint hint*

nothing dampens your weekend like...

having to go to work on a saturday morning to work on a whole new campaign.

the entire creative floor has been pulled in to work over the weekend. because we have fucking dumbass clients who expect an entire campaign to be pulled out of our grotty arseholes in two days.

then they complain about not getting breakthrough ideas and work.

hmm... i wonder why?

oh well. on the bright side... i will not be facing that hated account for three weeks starting monday!!

boba pearl... here i come!!!!!

i want, i crave

i have this sudden insane craving for bovril and porridge.

w.t.f.

talk about random.

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ugh. i am so not in work mode after the last couple of weeks. with my eye infection, fever, christmas and new year public holidays, i have not worked a full week in about a month.

these next two months will be equally slack. three days of work, then off to melbourne on tuesday for three weeks.

when i get back, it'll be two weeks work and then chinese new year holidays.

wheeeeeeee.

i predict a huge period of depression in march when i realise the holidays are over and the rest of the year is workworkwork.

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okay. enough procrastinating...

i hear summer calling...

by this time, one week from now, my feet shall find familiar steps back in melbourne.

i've already thought of a few things i want to pig out on when i get back:

- durian gelati
- boba pearl mee pok
- good sushi
- sliced rare beef pho noodles
- pork bulgogi
- churros
- red meat, red meat, red meat
- good pastas

funny... a majority of the food listed are asian. just goes to show how innundated melbourne is with asians. we're like pests that infiltrate through every part of the world. wherever you go, we're there too!!

i've never spent summer in melbourne. now that i've left, i may have the chance to. what irony.

ushering in the new year

i'm sure a large amount of the world population is currently recovering from the aftermath of new year's eve.

i'm not part of that population.

my new year's eve was fairly uneventful. i try my best to avoid crowds of sweaty, drunk idiots. i tagged along with chucky to his friend's place for a pool party. well, at least this year, i didn't miss the transition into the new year... unlike last year.

last year, a bunch of us were too busy gambling and completely missed the countdown. oops.

last night ended with girish sprawled on the toilet floor... his face dangling over the squat toilet. i felt sorry for his tsubi jeans. it took the guys about an hour to finally drag and carry him out of the toilet.

moral of the story - don't act like a hero and force others to drink when you can't handle it yourself. self-inflicted misery brings no sympathy.

i'm not exactly enthusiastic about a whole new year like i usually am. i guess i don't feel i have anything to look forward to this time. it'll be one job or another. the same old me. the same old things.

pessimistic? that's my middle name.

happy new year everybody!!

drama mama

nothing like a drama to end the year with.

tuesday night ended with a bunch of us sitting outside the brickfields police station. you cannot imagine the amount of drama that could possibly boil over papadams.

moral of the story - don't ever eat at spicy kitchen in hartamas. not only are they fucking rude and sarcastic, they also cheat your money off you.

by the end of the night, i was tired and extremely pissed off at alvin for being ghetto macho.

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i just confirmed my flight back to melbourne in less than two weeks - 9th january. melbourne, here i come!! i'm praying for hot weather so i can get a tan!!

imagine that. i live in a tropical country, yet i am going overseas to get a tan. that's just wrong.

i'm not looking forward to all the packing i need to do though!! -_- that's going to be a real nightmare.

i can't swallow

i hope everyone had a good christmas!!

i spent most of mine down with a fever and a bruised throat. it's probably the weather. cam and clarence have both been down with the fever too. hmmm... perhaps we sagittarians are more susceptible to this bug.

each time i swallow, it feels like someone pressing down on a bruised spot. it's been an hour and i'm still trying to get through my small bowl of porridge. and you know what? i have this insane craving for tom yum right now. i couldn't pick a worse time, could i.

last night, i followed alvin and his family over to his aunt's place for christmas dinner. i've never seen such chaos before, ever. they're definitely not a quiet bunch of people. lol. it was nice to see everyone getting into the christmas mood, but for me, i think it's just not quite the same when you're not with your own family and friends.

but it was still nice. i haven't been able to celebrate christmas properly for a long time, and this year gave me the chance to.

ok. time for me to veg out in front of the couch.

in a bubble

alvin's put me under quarantine at home in order to prevent me spreading the pink eye to everyone else... especially him.

i don't really blame him. i wouldn't wanna look like i do.

being stuck at home all day does not agree with me. especially when there's only DIAL-UP internet!! *jumps off roof while waiting for page to load*

i've eaten three packets of nasi lemak today. yeah. i really do like the stuff. it's my new obsession. pan mee was, like, soooooooo last season, darlin.

most of the day has been spent switching between pottering about with illustrator and getting my pulse racing with Need for Speed. as you can tell, i'm bored out of my mind.

earlier this afternoon, i decided to msg ewan.

"yo. wanna have dinner tonight?"

i received no reply so i figured he was being sombong with me. fine. then he calls at 7.30pm.

"oi, aunty!! why never reply my msg?"
"wat msg?! i didn't get any msg from you."
"got laaaa. i replied and said "sounds like a plan." see la. i thought since we're not in melbourne anymore, you won't ffk me so takde hal la. but end up you ffk me anyway."
"i didn't get anything from you, i swear."
"well now i have to go and cancel my dinner plans. i thought u ffk me so i made back up dinner plans. call you back."

i went back to need for speed while waiting for the verdict.

he called back.

"i couldn't get out of dinner la. my friend assumed that dinner was on, so he told his parents to go ahead. now he has no dinner. i asked him why he went and did that. he was just my back up plan!"
"ouch."

now i'm stuck with no dinner. alvin's going to risk bringing food over but i can't quite decide what to eat.

no more nasi lemak. NO MORE.

but i could sooo eat some more!! -_-

all i want for christmas is conjunctivitis

i'm really really really annoyed. today is the day of the office christmas party at modesto's where we're supposed to dress up according to our assigned categories:

bimbos
divas
jocks
prefects
nerds
surfer dudes

yesterday, the christmas committee gave us a sneak preview of what we could expect at the party.

alcohol. alcohol. alcohol.

lamb. roast beef. turkey. curry. etc etc.

group performances as well as performances organised by the committee.

but the BEST part of it all.... was the lucky draw. EVERYBODY gets to draw a prize. EVERYBODY. the six grand prizes this yr includes two LCD TVs, two HD TVs and two portable dvd players with the works.

rumour has it that the smaller prizes include swatch watches, ipod shuffle/nanos, etc.

and i miss out on it all.

WHY?

because i have conjunctivitis. bloody conjunctivitis. my eye is all red, watery, swollen and itching like a bitch. it's stunning, i tell you. absolutely stunning.

*sings christmas carol*

on the first day of christmas, santa gave to meeee.... conjunctivitis.... and it's all red and bloody itchyyyyy

i had my entire nerd outfit all figured out - knee-length pleated black skirt, my sister's white school shirt, pigtails, school mistress black shoes, white socks and black cardboard glasses. but i guess it's just not meant to be.

i think it's a sign from up above telling me i'm just not cut out to be a nerd. i don't have the brains.

not such a marketplace

after work last night, the song dynasty had a family dinner at ming room. i've come to realise i'm quite incapable of appreciating fancy chinese restaurant food. i'd rather have a bowl of pan mee from the hawker stalls any day.

after that... alvin, his friend - girish, and i decided to head down to andrew's restaurant/bar - MARKETPLACE - in KL. we'd been promising to drop by for awhile so we finally got our act together last night.

it's a pity i didn't take a camera with me. it's got a great view of the petronas twin towers, great ambience and the menu of fusion european looks mouthwatering. we shall be treating our tastebuds on thursday, hopefully.

you can choose to dine outside in the garden, or inside by the bar. you can head upstairs to the lounge for a more comfy drinks session or chill out on the deck and enjoy the view with a glass of *insert preferred drink* in your hand.

for anyone who would like to try out somewhere different, i would recommend marketplace. it's right in the heart of KL, yet secluded enough for a quiet drink. it is located off jalan yap kwan seng, right next to aunty nat's on lorong yap kwan seng.

ok, enough of reviewing the place. personally, i love it and i definitely want to go back there. coming, anybody?

a fulfilling day at work

heh.

as you can see, i achieved alot at work today... editing my blog template.

doobeedoobeedoo.

ok... time for me to find a way out of here!!

episodes.

oh, what a day!

i went over to cam and donkey's place to help them prepare for their housewarming pool party. standard menu - fried mee hoon, curry, salad, tuna sandwiches, bbqed gourmet sausages and fantastic steak... oh, and alcohol, of course. that's just a given.

tuna sandwiches are a pain to make. we had toasted ones. we had spicy ones. and we had non-spicy ones for the pussy-weak peeps.

then we had a little hiccup with the salad dressing. we told donkey to get balsamic vinegar for the salad dressing. but noooo, he thought he'd be smart and go one step further so he bought balsamic dressing instead.

MEN. *roll eyes*

fine. so i thought, screw it. it saves me from having to make salad dressing. but as we were packing all the food to be brought down to the pool, my aunt accidentally spilled 3/4 of the salad dressing.

so that was abit shit coz we didn't have enough salad dressing. and we couldn't make more because a certain someone*cough * DONKEY *cough* decided not to get balsamic vinegar. i decided to just make a salad dressing base and add the balsamic dressing in instead.

the boys had abit of trouble getting the bbq fire started. how many dicks does it take to start a fire? apparently, five.

the weather was fantastic. warm and balmy with a slight breeze. the pool area was all lit up and the frangipani trees silhoutted against the sky. the only thing that spoilt the night was the fact that i couldn't have a swim.

bloody periods. literally.

just as i decided to say goodbye, donkey and phil decided it would be a good idea to chuck me into the pool despite my protests of me contaminating it with my blood.

well... at least i got a quick dip in the pool. it felt great!

i made the most bizarre comment today. i tried pepsi gold for the first time and alvin asked me what it was like.

"what's it taste like?"
"like mahjong," i blurted.

the moment it came out of my mouth, i realised how weird i sounded.

"wat the hell does mahjong taste like??"
"i don't know. it tastes like the smell of mahjong."

don't ask me to explain it. i can't. it doesn't even make sense to me.

treasure hunting

this coming friday is the office christmas party. it's themed "back to school". unfortunately i left my tarty tartan skirt back in melbourne. i've been assigned to the group of NERDS. but i will be a tarty nerd, if there ever was such thing.

oh wait. skanky bambi is the PERFECT example of a skanky nerd. hee hee.

so, naturally, i decided to head to sungei wang to try my luck. i ventured into the world of ah lians alone while alvin went to work. i forced myself to go into THE most ah lian shops possible in hopes of finding a little schoolgirl outfit. it was a nightmare, i tell you.

but amongst the pile of rubbish you expect to get from sungei wang, i managed to find a few treasure troves. i have to say, the shopping there is improving slightly. i found the perfect pinafores for the theme party, but of course, they didn't have my size.

*sigh*

so i got sidetracked and bought a pair of shoes, a convertible dress/top, a belt and a necklace. none of them have anything to do with the theme.

anyone got a schoolgirl skirt i can borrow?

i wish i may, i wish i might...

a certain someone has been bugging me for my birthday wishlist, since apparently, i am hard to shop for.

which is completely untrue.

by the way, i'd like to thank everyone who sent their birthday wishes. and to those who forgot, i hope you feel very, very, guilty. =p haha. i'm full of mercy.

here goes... a few i managed to think of whilst trying to put together a stupid calendar.

- ikea vouchers
- aussino vouchers
- wireless mouse for my laptop
- white birdcage (totally unpractical, i know)
- shu uemura depsea balancing cleansing oil
- drawing tablet (hey... it's a WISH list, right?)

umm... i'm sure i'll think of a few more later on. ;p

UNDER RENOVATION

come back in a week. or two. depending on how motivated/bored/free i am. =p

run, kancil, ruuunnnn

what an unusual day. i'm not used to receiving smses/calls from more than two people in a day. so imagine my surprise when i got two smses at 11am this morning.

quota fulfilled for the day, i thought to myself.

first sms from johan.

how about it tonight? poker at my place. feel free to bring your boy.

are you nuts? i thought. i'm broke. it's a wednesday. and you're all rich bastards!!

second sms from Z.

i talked to your fiona online. i think it wasted to have dismissed the both of ya. let's make up for the lost years. let's go buy dvds or mamak when you're free.

wow. i have friends. or at least some semblence of friends. *gasp* =p

then later in the afternoon i receive an sms from joycefairywong. she's throwing a singles party. sounds like fun!! i'd go just to meet hot chicks. nevermind the guys.

5pm. i receive a call on my extension from my boss - kuku chiao.

"eh. you wanna go to kancil awards or not?"
"huh? where? who's this?"
"don't worry. i'm married la. this is not a date."
-_- "it's YOU, is it?! i thought you were uncle low."
"uncle low?! ooohhhh what's been happening with uncle low? he's been hitting on you, is it?"
"no la!!"
"so how? wanna go or not?"
"who's going? what time is it?"
"why do you need to ask so many questions?"
"i have no transport la."
"everyone's going. you follow them la."
"oh. okay la. count me in. do i have to dress up?"
"no need la. unless you want to go and seduce all the art directors."
"hmmmm. sounds like a plan. hahaha."

i msned alvin.

i'm going to the kancil awards on friday night.
i guess you won't be going alone then.
huh? why?
coz i'm going too!!


i wonder if there'll be any hot creative directors there. bwahahahaha.

rain, rain, go away

i'm in one of those slit-your-wrist, i-wanna-die, what-is-the-point-of-it-all moods. perfect material for emo punk rock songs.

but don't worry. i won't slit my wrists.

i just heard someone whisper "DAMN!" under their breath. bastard.

but no, really. i sometimes wonder, what is the point of it all? is everyone too busy getting caught up in relationships, marriages, jobs, kids and money to think about what really matters in the big picture? some people see the process of setting up a family and a stable life as the big picture.

but i see more. there HAS to be more.

but then, maybe that's just my delusional way of justifying my way of living life with temporary moments of happiness. and when those moments fade, i move on. in fact, i think i live life FOR those temporary moments of comfort, joy, security, watever. the moments that make you feel like life is worth living.

i live for those moments, so much so that i will put myself into situations that will never have a happy ending. i know very well it won't work, yet, i persist.

i never was a very bright child.

i turned into a dead end but stubbornness, hope and denial keep pushing me into the wall. so here i am, headbutting a wall with nowhere to go.

furry bundle of joy

i was going through the limited amount of photos i have on my laptop and flicked through a folder titled "Champs"- pronounced "shamps". short for champagne because he was the colour of champagne but his mum had already taken the name.

somehow... i don't think my mum really cracked her head open to come up with a more original name. oh well.

i realised how much i miss my 11.5 kg furry bundle of joy. he's put on weight. it used to be 8.5kg... and that was 6 years of diet food. now, he has to go on a tighter diet. poor fat cat. i can only imagine how traumatised he must be at the thought of having to stick strictly to diet food. no extra snacks and treats.

it's probably his biggest nightmare. it's like being thrown into cat hell.

what do you want?

go away. i'm sleeping, you stupid woman.


i may be fat, but i know i'm still fucking cute!!

IT'S FRIIIDDDAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!

it's friiidaayyy. it's friiidaayyy. *dancing like a lunatic*

i actually feel like going out and doing some skanking. *sigh* but i ain't got no skanks here. cam's all married and domestic now. bah. boooorrriiiinnngggg. =p

anyway. i just wanted to take a moment to celebrate the coming of the weekend.

*prances off into the moonlight*

hurricane wednesday

what a day.

i was happily tinkering away, working on a folder that was due today when i suddenly get a whole pile of press ads dumped on my table... all needed to be changed and some that needed to be finished and sent out for FA today.

Uncle Low was trying to brief me through all the different sizes and different ads for different papers but it all went flying over and around my head. i couldn't focus. all i could think of was "fuck.fuck.fuck. how am i going to finish all this AND three jobs due today, tomorrow and friday?!?!?! PLUS all the Chinese New Year FAs that need to be finished by friday????"

while Uncle Low tried to drill the details into my head, all i could see were numbers blurring while my cheeks grew hot and tears started welling up.

"what the hell is wrong with me? i can't be crying... at work!! stop being such a crybaby and just focus. i must be PMS-ing."

well... i was right. i just got my period. figures.... no wonder i've been all moody and broody (i don't think that word exists but it does now!!)

10.23pm.

still stuck at the office... i'm stranded here. i could take a cab home... but there's no dinner at home. i can't go back to viki's place because they're not in, and alvin's also stuck at his office. so... here i am.

if only public transport here was better. if only it were safer. if only i didn't have to worry about being mugged, kidnapped, raped or stabbed. if only this country was a better place.

SHIT. i need to stop whining.

damn. mac's don't support blogger's text editor. oh well. i'm done complaining for the day.... toodles!!

8.41pm...

i stopped being productive at about 6.30...

but i'm still stuck at the office waiting to be picked up. *sigh* i need to save up for driving lessons. but then, comes another problem. a driving license is useless without a car to drive in. doo bee doo bee doo. that singsong expression reminds me of my beloved ally and bryan.

everyday i think about signing into blogger... but that thought quickly evaporates when i think about what interesting things i could possibly post up.

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that's pretty much what my mind draws up. a whole bunch of dots forming empty sentences.

i'm already counting down the days to my next pay check. where did it all go? putting aside the fact that it's not much in the first place.

- family seafood dinner (ouch!)
- design books
- MAC make up brush set
- doctor
- food
- food
- food
- oh... and... more food

oh... my ride is here!!

FOOOOOOOOODDDDDD!! i'm starving. grrr.

i'm not dead.

just in case you were wondering...

signs of true love

love. it's a strange thing. there is no real definition for the word. it is a term made up by humans to describe a chemical feeling between two people. how do you know if you really love a person?

when a guy stands outside in the rain for an hour waiting to present a bouquet of lilies to his woman? that's not love. that's him wanting to score points... or apologise. the bigger the bouquet, the bigger the mistake.

when a girl gives him a football jersey for his birthday because he's been eyeing it for months? that's not love... that's her wanting him to get her something she really wants for her birthday. or just wanting him to shut up about it.

when a man flies from one end of the world to the other for their anniversary? that's not love. that's him avoiding any possible fights and her reminding him for years how "you don't care! you choose your career over us! remember that anniversary we couldn't celebrate because you were in dubai on a business trip??"... or he's trying to show everyone how well off he is and why she should stick with him.

so how then, does one demonstrate their love?

you know he/she loves you when...

1. they give you the crispy skin off their fried chicken (even though it's their favourite part).
2. they let you have their marrow even though you've already had your share because they know how much you love that good shit (yes... the way to the heart is through the stomach).
3. they don't make lousy excuses, whine or make the do-i-haaave-to face when you ask them to meet your family/extended family - no matter how dysfunctional and deranged your family is
4. they make the effort to get along with your friends because they know how much it means to you.
5. after a long day at work, they ask you, "how was your day?" and mean it.
6. they listen to what you have to say and offer their moral support. "shiiit!! he MUST be in love. he's actually listening to what she's saying. REALLY listening!" - chris rock
7. they cook for you in the middle of night because you're hungry... or too drunk to do it


and i'm too lazy to think of anymore.... feel free to make your own contributions.