I wish I was not put into a Shit!-I-need-you-to-drop-everything-and-complete-this-urgent-thing-now!!! situation every 2 bloody days. I mean, who is getting hanged here? Deadlines are deadlines but when you yourself know it is impossible to be met, why set it at that and stress everybody out in the process?
But orders are orders.
I find that I am now less than eager to deal with skyrocketing stress levels. Less caffeine and less ciggies aren’t making it any easier. Less food option too.
I’m on the brink of throwing in the towel and migrating nearby and working in Kuta Beach’s McDonald’s. Relatively very much stress-free, the sun, the sand, the beach, the eyecandy, the simplicity...
“Would you like fries with that?”
Thursday, 23 November 2006
Monday, 20 November 2006
shout out
AHP is still at the hospital.
Get well soon dear. You will be your beaming sunshiny self in no time, rest assured :)
Get well soon dear. You will be your beaming sunshiny self in no time, rest assured :)
hotchpotch
I went to watch Casino Royale last night. I’m sorry, but I just do not find him hot no matter how hard I try. He has pretty blue eyes, but other than that.. nothing.
MBF mentioned about that bit when he came out of the water and she was certain that I would love that shot of Daniel Craig considering I gag over pelvic bone but hmm.. What pelvic bone.. where.. who.. how.. whatt?! I was very disappointed when I saw that shot. Boo...
Overall I enjoyed the movie despite the-less-than-hot-new-Bond. He was painted to be more modern, edgy and relatively less superhuman. Moving with the times I guess. I mean, I liked the acting, I thought he was a really good and different Bond, but I just don’t find him hot… Pelvic bone or otherwise.
Come to think of it, I can't seem to recall whether I have ever found a Bond to be hot. Anyway.
Waiting for my dinner I was asked why I had my hair side parted. My reply was variety. The truth is my threading lady botched an eyebrow (beyatch!) and I really can’t be arsed to use makeup to even them out. So I just push that excuse of a fringe of mine over to one side and let the good eyebrow show. It’s going to be a bit annoying to have hair in my eye for the next few days…
Mental note: EVERYBODY has their off days. Even your regular threading lady. So beware...
At dinner I heard about Mel B the ex-Spice Girls is preggers and is getting hitched to Eddie Murphy... Whattt? It’s the sort of gossip that make you force yourself to blink and deliberately breathe and exhale hard for it’s just so very shocking. It was equally shocking that she is G’s favourite Spice Girl.. hahaha..
Oooh... it's actually quite fun blogging without a direction like this...
Ok ok I've to go. Goodbye blog.
MBF mentioned about that bit when he came out of the water and she was certain that I would love that shot of Daniel Craig considering I gag over pelvic bone but hmm.. What pelvic bone.. where.. who.. how.. whatt?! I was very disappointed when I saw that shot. Boo...
Overall I enjoyed the movie despite the-less-than-hot-new-Bond. He was painted to be more modern, edgy and relatively less superhuman. Moving with the times I guess. I mean, I liked the acting, I thought he was a really good and different Bond, but I just don’t find him hot… Pelvic bone or otherwise.
Come to think of it, I can't seem to recall whether I have ever found a Bond to be hot. Anyway.
Waiting for my dinner I was asked why I had my hair side parted. My reply was variety. The truth is my threading lady botched an eyebrow (beyatch!) and I really can’t be arsed to use makeup to even them out. So I just push that excuse of a fringe of mine over to one side and let the good eyebrow show. It’s going to be a bit annoying to have hair in my eye for the next few days…
Mental note: EVERYBODY has their off days. Even your regular threading lady. So beware...
At dinner I heard about Mel B the ex-Spice Girls is preggers and is getting hitched to Eddie Murphy... Whattt? It’s the sort of gossip that make you force yourself to blink and deliberately breathe and exhale hard for it’s just so very shocking. It was equally shocking that she is G’s favourite Spice Girl.. hahaha..
Oooh... it's actually quite fun blogging without a direction like this...
Ok ok I've to go. Goodbye blog.
Sunday, 19 November 2006
1-1
We drew at the Emirates stadium. Considering we were then the bottom 3 and them the top 5, at home; enough said :)
We're still in trouble though being on the wrong side of the table... But let's just enjoy this morale victory and more...
Friday, 17 November 2006
zero logic = pleasure/pain
Dictated by the ‘sancts’ of irrationality, logic was tossed out the door.
I treated myself to a deluded self-indulgence session by entertaining what-ifs. Which function was to solely provoke fears and insecurities within. It worked. I felt so overwhelmed in terror that I miserably failed to pacify myself.
Smart. Now what…
It isn’t easy to tell people what they do not want to hear. I make a point to thoroughly think of the possibilities to break news as painless as can be to the people I care about. Do not do to others what you don’t want others to do to you. Or however way that saying goes.. ANYWAY, that’s what I consciously try to do lah. It absolutely pains me when I go to great lengths for the most suitable solution (in my eyes, that is) but it is severely misunderstood, blown out of proportion and things get unilaterally changed. I try to be sensitive to others’ feelings and it is less than pleasant when it is not vice versa.
I guess we’re only human and life is peppered with mistakes and misunderstandings. The priority is to get things sorted out.
Moving on, today I woke up to a phonecall that made me feel a lot better than when I went to bed. I don’t like going to bed feeling like shit. I hate it with a passion. But since it was made worst by my own doing, I didn’t really want to stew in it too long. It is tiring.
Einstein here also managed to cut her lower lip with her braces. Somehow. Never before. That was the virgin cut in all of 16 months. Speaking of which, about a week back I got my first mini ulcer from wearing braces. Some ickle bone was slightly poking out of my gum and constantly grazed the inner bit of my upper lip. Me being me, I was horrified when I initially discovered it. Yeah, but it went away quietly in a non-dramaesque way in about 2 days. I cant wait for them to be off *sighs* Besides, the fact that I can have the orthodontist change different coloured bands to stick my wire to my brackets every month no longer excites me. I keep going back to pink, lilac or baby blue. Predictable... How far away is July again? I hear the pain of the wait apparently is nothing compared to the pleasure this little vainpot’s evenly lined teeth. We shall see.
I REALLY should update my schedule in my phone…
I REAAALLY should not cheat with my ciggie count. It’s unbecoming of someone who ‘wishes’ to quit eh? I guess there is a fine line between someone who ‘wishes’ to quit and someone who is ‘strongly advised’ to quit...
I think this is the most incoherent post I have ever put up.
I treated myself to a deluded self-indulgence session by entertaining what-ifs. Which function was to solely provoke fears and insecurities within. It worked. I felt so overwhelmed in terror that I miserably failed to pacify myself.
Smart. Now what…
It isn’t easy to tell people what they do not want to hear. I make a point to thoroughly think of the possibilities to break news as painless as can be to the people I care about. Do not do to others what you don’t want others to do to you. Or however way that saying goes.. ANYWAY, that’s what I consciously try to do lah. It absolutely pains me when I go to great lengths for the most suitable solution (in my eyes, that is) but it is severely misunderstood, blown out of proportion and things get unilaterally changed. I try to be sensitive to others’ feelings and it is less than pleasant when it is not vice versa.
I guess we’re only human and life is peppered with mistakes and misunderstandings. The priority is to get things sorted out.
Moving on, today I woke up to a phonecall that made me feel a lot better than when I went to bed. I don’t like going to bed feeling like shit. I hate it with a passion. But since it was made worst by my own doing, I didn’t really want to stew in it too long. It is tiring.
Einstein here also managed to cut her lower lip with her braces. Somehow. Never before. That was the virgin cut in all of 16 months. Speaking of which, about a week back I got my first mini ulcer from wearing braces. Some ickle bone was slightly poking out of my gum and constantly grazed the inner bit of my upper lip. Me being me, I was horrified when I initially discovered it. Yeah, but it went away quietly in a non-dramaesque way in about 2 days. I cant wait for them to be off *sighs* Besides, the fact that I can have the orthodontist change different coloured bands to stick my wire to my brackets every month no longer excites me. I keep going back to pink, lilac or baby blue. Predictable... How far away is July again? I hear the pain of the wait apparently is nothing compared to the pleasure this little vainpot’s evenly lined teeth. We shall see.
I REALLY should update my schedule in my phone…
I REAAALLY should not cheat with my ciggie count. It’s unbecoming of someone who ‘wishes’ to quit eh? I guess there is a fine line between someone who ‘wishes’ to quit and someone who is ‘strongly advised’ to quit...
I think this is the most incoherent post I have ever put up.
Wednesday, 8 November 2006
day three
So far, so good. I’ve informed the significant people so they wouldn’t be clueless if tragedy strikes.
I need a break…
I need a break…
Monday, 6 November 2006
me love you long time
“Grey goose got your girl feeling loose..”
My ever so fabulous friend hollaback boi had a belated birthday drink thing last Saturday over in this gorgeous open air pavillion perched on a brand-spanking-new hotel's roof. Magnificent views, calm cool breeze, beautiful night, gorgeous people. The service was nothing to shout about though.
Definitely not due to the grey goose and cranberry for me, I was feeling great. The issues-laden few were disregarded. After all, it was a moment of merriment and if I really did want to feel wretched with all that has been going on, I would have quite simply stayed in. Maybe the wonderful people in PR do have some mutual common formulae that make them such a lovely warm bunch with an insane sense of humour.
He was drawn to Marcus. All that was needed was a mini striptease and a few flashes of his tattoos, coupled with some highly intelligent conversation around each one’s favoured chicken cuts, chicken drama, fatty crab and Jalan Alor chicken wings. That was all it took. I think he was love-struck :)
THAT was a brilliant night.
Thanks darlings. Me love you long time.
My ever so fabulous friend hollaback boi had a belated birthday drink thing last Saturday over in this gorgeous open air pavillion perched on a brand-spanking-new hotel's roof. Magnificent views, calm cool breeze, beautiful night, gorgeous people. The service was nothing to shout about though.
Definitely not due to the grey goose and cranberry for me, I was feeling great. The issues-laden few were disregarded. After all, it was a moment of merriment and if I really did want to feel wretched with all that has been going on, I would have quite simply stayed in. Maybe the wonderful people in PR do have some mutual common formulae that make them such a lovely warm bunch with an insane sense of humour.
He was drawn to Marcus. All that was needed was a mini striptease and a few flashes of his tattoos, coupled with some highly intelligent conversation around each one’s favoured chicken cuts, chicken drama, fatty crab and Jalan Alor chicken wings. That was all it took. I think he was love-struck :)
THAT was a brilliant night.
Thanks darlings. Me love you long time.
Friday, 3 November 2006
time bomb
time bomb
1. a bomb constructed so as to explode at a certain time.
2. a situation, condition, etc., resembling such a bomb in having disastrous consequences in the future.
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.0.1).
Yesterday was mentally exhausting. This, actually, is an understatement.
After severe procrastination, a flash of bravery and further feet dragging, I gave myself a kick in the butt and finally mustered enough courage.
To be honest I did somewhat prepare myself for not-so-great-news, despite secretly hoping that all will be well. I was not that lucky.
He gave me the bad news in its raw form. I made it known to him that he was instilling mammoth-like fear in me to which he flatly said he is only stating a fact. “With your family history…” He continued his factual findings for the next 30 minutes which left me feeling as if I was literally hanging by a thread.
Perhaps consultants need to be sent for some sort of PR refresher course. Lesson 1: How to break unpleasant news to one who is obviously terrified.
He then wrote some notes.
High risk for CAD.
Time bomb.
Underline.
Underline.
Circle.
Righttt.
I so didn’t need to see that whole act of writing, underlining and circling.
As if that was not enough to handle in one day, I discovered some other unpleasant news in the late afternoon. Well. One has a right to its own opinions, however distorted they are.
It seems that to a few individuals, I’m a time bomb. In more ways than one.
*tick tick tick tick tick...*
1. a bomb constructed so as to explode at a certain time.
2. a situation, condition, etc., resembling such a bomb in having disastrous consequences in the future.
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.0.1).
Yesterday was mentally exhausting. This, actually, is an understatement.
After severe procrastination, a flash of bravery and further feet dragging, I gave myself a kick in the butt and finally mustered enough courage.
To be honest I did somewhat prepare myself for not-so-great-news, despite secretly hoping that all will be well. I was not that lucky.
He gave me the bad news in its raw form. I made it known to him that he was instilling mammoth-like fear in me to which he flatly said he is only stating a fact. “With your family history…” He continued his factual findings for the next 30 minutes which left me feeling as if I was literally hanging by a thread.
Perhaps consultants need to be sent for some sort of PR refresher course. Lesson 1: How to break unpleasant news to one who is obviously terrified.
He then wrote some notes.
High risk for CAD.
Time bomb.
Underline.
Underline.
Circle.
Righttt.
I so didn’t need to see that whole act of writing, underlining and circling.
As if that was not enough to handle in one day, I discovered some other unpleasant news in the late afternoon. Well. One has a right to its own opinions, however distorted they are.
It seems that to a few individuals, I’m a time bomb. In more ways than one.
*tick tick tick tick tick...*
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