The weather in Chocpot land is gloomy today; dark and uninspiring. Tempted to skip lunch as I didn’t (and still don’t) wish to make any decision about anything non-work related. At lunch I just requested my colleague to choose my dish.
In the end, the waiter decided for me.
Work was mundane and plentiful. What else is new.
I am at a low that I’m tempted to rubbish all plans.
OMFG.. MBA just video called me from Rome, the background was the Colosseum. Eh wait a minute, why are my friends in bloody Italy now?? Bugger. The Colosseum looks majestic despite it being blurry but seeing MBA there in front of it tugged at my heart strings.
Why?
I could be there next to him. He bugged me to go with him and was willing to foot my bill without me even dangling the idea in front of him or cleverly (read: deviously) mentioning it in passing.
When he found out some bastard broke my heart and hurt me in places I never knew existed, he was more than concerned, yet not the type of concern that suffocates you and makes you feel inadequate. At my weak moments, he held my hand and helped me see things from a number of perspective. I still very clearly remember the things he said about how he perceives me and the unnecessary shit I need not be the recipient of.
When he realised that I was consciously building these walls around me, he blasted me for being extreme and insisted that I make equally conscious effort to open up.
When I started to see someone who was adamant that he is in love with me and every other person was throwing their hands in the air and jumping up and down upon hearing the news, MBA was one of the few people who made sure that I had my feet firmly planted on the ground. He was happy, yes, but I know he also wants to protect me. Thanks darling...
I feel all emotional and teary-eyed here.
Gosh. I’m STILL tempted to rubbish all plans.
Emo lah today...
Wednesday, 28 February 2007
Tuesday, 27 February 2007
nakata in milan ..and WHOEVER next to him :p
of course it is absolutely necessary to text me at 5 bloody a.m. to mms me this..
but cute nya my Hide. hes so damn HOT...
*sigh*
but cute nya my Hide. hes so damn HOT...
*sigh*
Sunday, 25 February 2007
You are The Empress
You are The Empress
Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.
The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.
The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
Friday, 23 February 2007
hairkunst.com (pronunciation: hair-kOOOnst.. heh)
Hehe.. A bit of promotion here to support some friends. Muaks!
Are you in need of anything related to hair? Cut/perm/rebond/colour/wash/repair/setting. Check this out: http://hairkunst.com/
It is recently opened; located at the Curve, Mutiara Damansara open everyday 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. (except tomorrow). You will be in very good hands :) Stylists are professionally trained all over the world. Price-wise it exercises flat pricing i.e. same price whatever the length of your hair or gender.
I'm attending the official launch tomorrow *bwahahahahaaaaa*
post script 26022007: Oops. That was the soft launch.. Sorry MBA & Bbg.. heh
Are you in need of anything related to hair? Cut/perm/rebond/colour/wash/repair/setting. Check this out: http://hairkunst.com/
It is recently opened; located at the Curve, Mutiara Damansara open everyday 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. (except tomorrow). You will be in very good hands :) Stylists are professionally trained all over the world. Price-wise it exercises flat pricing i.e. same price whatever the length of your hair or gender.
I'm attending the official launch tomorrow *bwahahahahaaaaa*
post script 26022007: Oops. That was the soft launch.. Sorry MBA & Bbg.. heh
why so glum?
I was to collect my present from hollaback boi. My Cherry Havaianas in my size (I earlier bought one which is one size smaller as that was the only one they have left. Silly, I know. But I love what I love so leave me alone). Having realised that he is currently away in Milan on business, I texted him.
Me: OMG! I just realised. How’s Italy beyatch? Am sure it’s fab and ure loving every second of it. Im soo jealous. Take care ok dear. Me love you long time.
HB: Ure so gonna hate me.
Me: (silent)
HB: Ure so gonna hate me! Met Nakata at dolce gabbana martini bar n took photo wif him.
Me: Whaaaaaattt? OMG! Arghhh! No fair! Babe. Seriously. Me. Hate. You. So not fair.
Me: The Hidetoshi Nakata? MY Hidetoshi Nakata?? Seriously?!
HB: Dun hate me! He was so gorgeous wearing all black! N he speaks so well!! Woo hoo!
Me: I. Am. In. Genuine. Pain. Sob. I so wana be u right now. Sob. Oh well. U are one lucky beyatch. Meet up and gloat when u come back here :p Love ya.
HB: Love you too! Wait 4 the pic in ur inbox!
Me: Grrrr
Nakata is one of the persons I so badly want to meet! I was a bit blue when he announced retiring from professional football (Check out my 18 July 2006 blog entry). Which translates to being pointless to even bother to keep track of and watch Bolton Wanderer's matches anymore. I always thought my chances of meeting him are as much as my being the first XI for the Geordies. (For the record, I can’t play football to save my life. People, no stupid remarks about the Geordies alright? We have problems so shut it.) Now that I know one of my long time friends have met him, I can't help but feel I should be handed with that opportunity as well...
Hollaback boi was in HK 2 months back to attend a party hosted by Jude Law. Jude Law. Seriously. Now he has met Nakata. Not Koji Nakata. Not anyone Japanese with the surname Nakata. The superhot Hidetoshi Nakata. My Hide. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
I am sooo in the wrong profession. Here I am, managing my health due to work hazard and zero possibility of bumping into some famous super majorly hot eyecandy to balm the pain.
Check this hot boy out here: http://nakata.net/en/ and here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hidetoshi_Nakata
I told G about it. His reaction was classic: "oh, is he swimming the other way?"
That is soooo NOT the point.
G: U mean ure jealous of HB?
Me: Yes. That bitch.
Me: OMG! I just realised. How’s Italy beyatch? Am sure it’s fab and ure loving every second of it. Im soo jealous. Take care ok dear. Me love you long time.
HB: Ure so gonna hate me.
Me: (silent)
HB: Ure so gonna hate me! Met Nakata at dolce gabbana martini bar n took photo wif him.
Me: Whaaaaaattt? OMG! Arghhh! No fair! Babe. Seriously. Me. Hate. You. So not fair.
Me: The Hidetoshi Nakata? MY Hidetoshi Nakata?? Seriously?!
HB: Dun hate me! He was so gorgeous wearing all black! N he speaks so well!! Woo hoo!
Me: I. Am. In. Genuine. Pain. Sob. I so wana be u right now. Sob. Oh well. U are one lucky beyatch. Meet up and gloat when u come back here :p Love ya.
HB: Love you too! Wait 4 the pic in ur inbox!
Me: Grrrr
Nakata is one of the persons I so badly want to meet! I was a bit blue when he announced retiring from professional football (Check out my 18 July 2006 blog entry). Which translates to being pointless to even bother to keep track of and watch Bolton Wanderer's matches anymore. I always thought my chances of meeting him are as much as my being the first XI for the Geordies. (For the record, I can’t play football to save my life. People, no stupid remarks about the Geordies alright? We have problems so shut it.) Now that I know one of my long time friends have met him, I can't help but feel I should be handed with that opportunity as well...
Hollaback boi was in HK 2 months back to attend a party hosted by Jude Law. Jude Law. Seriously. Now he has met Nakata. Not Koji Nakata. Not anyone Japanese with the surname Nakata. The superhot Hidetoshi Nakata. My Hide. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
I am sooo in the wrong profession. Here I am, managing my health due to work hazard and zero possibility of bumping into some famous super majorly hot eyecandy to balm the pain.
Check this hot boy out here: http://nakata.net/en/ and here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hidetoshi_Nakata
I told G about it. His reaction was classic: "oh, is he swimming the other way?"
That is soooo NOT the point.
G: U mean ure jealous of HB?
Me: Yes. That bitch.
Wednesday, 21 February 2007
crisis management 101
Thanks FD :)
Check out enjet-enjet semut here: http://www.happeepill.com/cartoons/enjetsemut/enjet.htm
Do you think the singer has a Kelantan slang? I dont..
Check out enjet-enjet semut here: http://www.happeepill.com/cartoons/enjetsemut/enjet.htm
Do you think the singer has a Kelantan slang? I dont..
Friday, 16 February 2007
the mother of all confusions
I find myself in Stabux despite my rest “order”. Email. Urgent. Drag self out of bed.
Clad in my I-hope-I-don’t-bump-into-anyone-I-know attire and I-feel-like-shit-and-I-refuse-to-look-at-anyone-in-the-eye mode, the barista nonetheless decided to be friendly. He commented that he noticed my friends and I haven’t been in there for quite some time already. I never thought our non-presence was actually realised, what more missed… Truth is MBA has banned Stabux as they have raised the price of his favourite green tea frap (really ke?), which in effect supports MBF’s anti anything Jew-related (which argument I find to be too remote but let’s not delve into the whole chain of causation topic right now).
Copious amount of things have been happening the past 2 weeks that I feel as if I’m drowning. Insanely good things, insanely unpleasant things, insane work hours, insane instructions, insane clients, insane sleep hours, ghastly information discovered by curiosity. One word sums it up. Insane.
The thing is, I was just doing my best to carry out the necessaries. But apparently little ole me i.e. the actual physical person cannot take it.
After almost one whole good hour of a combination of breathing into a bag, general examination and getting harangued about quality of life coupled with a sermon on the rules of the “ideal” lifestyle, I was ordered to take a lot of rest. To slow down. The doc made me feel as if I’m 70 yet still running (and winning) marathons. I was also advised to watch things that make me laugh (Ben Stiller/Jack Black movies?), go for a break (a bit too late to go off somewhere considering CNY holidays. Unless I decide to go camping.. but that is very unlikely to happen because I’d refuse to go anywhere without an actual toilet. Else I could try to sponge off a Rome trip from MBA? Wishful thinking. Even if the situation were reverse, I’d tell MBA to go fly a kite..) or do some fun stuff I enjoy (the simple answer of which would involve me buying many many pairs of beautiful shoes and cause damage to my financial revamping process which supposed to be already in gear, coupled with a headache in looking for storage to keep them new purchases. Both issues would ultimately cause me more stress).
Most importantly I don’t think the doc considered the fact that my tasks at work aren’t going to magically complete themselves (unless there are little elves up for hire which I don’t know about; because the mere mention of this particular file would make my colleagues shudder and cross their fingers and toes that it will never be assigned to them). Clients wouldn’t be very pleased if I take my own sweet time to draft, prepare and compile the voluminous documents needed, considering the catastrophe they’re faced with currently. There is only so much you can delegate when time is chief, facts are long-winded and worthy of being sleep inducer, and the complete documentation for the whole file is in no less than 6 storage boxes. The average run-of-the-mill file is about 20cm in thickness.
*sigh*
Note to self: must take Aldo spiked heel pointed black pumps with grommets back to the shop so they can expand the toe. Walking in them is murder. Confused about how to place feet and move legs in them. The 3.5 inch heel seemed a pretty good idea at time of purchase. Hopefully it still is.
Hypertension. Me?
Work, non-work issues are all happening concurrently. At this moment in time I am just so supremely confused about the current turn of events.
I stumbled upon something which differs very much from what I was adamantly informed to be the truth. Bugger!!!!!!! I feel like a fool.
Must re-prioritise life. Let’s do the resting bit first… Now where’s my other prescribed drug?
Clad in my I-hope-I-don’t-bump-into-anyone-I-know attire and I-feel-like-shit-and-I-refuse-to-look-at-anyone-in-the-eye mode, the barista nonetheless decided to be friendly. He commented that he noticed my friends and I haven’t been in there for quite some time already. I never thought our non-presence was actually realised, what more missed… Truth is MBA has banned Stabux as they have raised the price of his favourite green tea frap (really ke?), which in effect supports MBF’s anti anything Jew-related (which argument I find to be too remote but let’s not delve into the whole chain of causation topic right now).
Copious amount of things have been happening the past 2 weeks that I feel as if I’m drowning. Insanely good things, insanely unpleasant things, insane work hours, insane instructions, insane clients, insane sleep hours, ghastly information discovered by curiosity. One word sums it up. Insane.
The thing is, I was just doing my best to carry out the necessaries. But apparently little ole me i.e. the actual physical person cannot take it.
After almost one whole good hour of a combination of breathing into a bag, general examination and getting harangued about quality of life coupled with a sermon on the rules of the “ideal” lifestyle, I was ordered to take a lot of rest. To slow down. The doc made me feel as if I’m 70 yet still running (and winning) marathons. I was also advised to watch things that make me laugh (Ben Stiller/Jack Black movies?), go for a break (a bit too late to go off somewhere considering CNY holidays. Unless I decide to go camping.. but that is very unlikely to happen because I’d refuse to go anywhere without an actual toilet. Else I could try to sponge off a Rome trip from MBA? Wishful thinking. Even if the situation were reverse, I’d tell MBA to go fly a kite..) or do some fun stuff I enjoy (the simple answer of which would involve me buying many many pairs of beautiful shoes and cause damage to my financial revamping process which supposed to be already in gear, coupled with a headache in looking for storage to keep them new purchases. Both issues would ultimately cause me more stress).
Most importantly I don’t think the doc considered the fact that my tasks at work aren’t going to magically complete themselves (unless there are little elves up for hire which I don’t know about; because the mere mention of this particular file would make my colleagues shudder and cross their fingers and toes that it will never be assigned to them). Clients wouldn’t be very pleased if I take my own sweet time to draft, prepare and compile the voluminous documents needed, considering the catastrophe they’re faced with currently. There is only so much you can delegate when time is chief, facts are long-winded and worthy of being sleep inducer, and the complete documentation for the whole file is in no less than 6 storage boxes. The average run-of-the-mill file is about 20cm in thickness.
*sigh*
Note to self: must take Aldo spiked heel pointed black pumps with grommets back to the shop so they can expand the toe. Walking in them is murder. Confused about how to place feet and move legs in them. The 3.5 inch heel seemed a pretty good idea at time of purchase. Hopefully it still is.
Hypertension. Me?
Work, non-work issues are all happening concurrently. At this moment in time I am just so supremely confused about the current turn of events.
I stumbled upon something which differs very much from what I was adamantly informed to be the truth. Bugger!!!!!!! I feel like a fool.
Must re-prioritise life. Let’s do the resting bit first… Now where’s my other prescribed drug?
Monday, 5 February 2007
02022007
congratulations to both JODB and wifey for adorable newborn son whose full name has yet to be decided :)
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