Hey it's the weekend! Yay! Finally I get to do more shopping/serious damage to my bank account. Yeah, I'm just such a shopalholic... This time, I told myself I needed to shop coz I need new shoes - I only have two pairs of shoes that I can use for work as others are more casual like sandals and such. Oh course since I was at the mall, no harm looking at clothes, right? *grin* Nah, I didn't buy much this time, but I did manage to get two more pairs of shoes for work and two blouses from dp.
The lure of shopping is wanning for me. I don't get a kick buying stuff with my money anymore. Hmm... but the highlight of the day was when I was asked if I wanted to become a model for a the REAL Boutique, a store that sells plus size clothes for young women like me. I'm a customer there. I was just paying for my shirt when the stylist floored me with her question,"Do you want to be a model for us?" I blinked, then asked her to repeat her question. She did and I asked if she took a good look at me. She said that she did and besides she gets to choose her models. WOW! So I gave her my name and mobile number and she asked if I would be able to come in on short notice if they need me. I said yes of course!
Omg... the fact that somebody asked me to be a model is just... mind boggling! Me! The fat girl! Holey-kamoley! They probably need real people to model their clothes or something, and not stick-thin girls as thin people aren't their target market. After that, I was on a high. Of course the possibility that she was just making me feel good so that I would go back to her store again did occur to me but I don't care. I'm happy! Just when I'm so down lately, this comes along... great confidence booster. ^__^
Saturday, February 28, 2004
Friday, February 27, 2004
Aiks! Discovered!
Darn it, the IT guy has discovered my blog! Goshdarnittohell! And the worst thing is that he got the address from my own computer! Why am I ranting? Coz this is my blog where I post everything about me. I should have deleted the history. Yeap, it was that simple... *smacks forehead*
Manic depressive???
Bah. Didn't get to see him today and I'm feeling low. What the heck in this? Arrrghhh! This is bad. Yes, I know I need to get out. I know, I know. But I'm not doing it. Dunno why.
Apparently it's all a matter of confidence. Had dinner with Aqmal last night and he said he'll teach me how to pick up guys! LOL! Imagine that. I'm resort to betting lessons on guy girl interactions. *Manical laughter* Yeah did research on manic depression to see if I was going loco. Results are inconclusive. *Manical laughter* *abrupt silence* *choke choke choke* Sorry, almost black out due to lost of oxygen to the brain...
*sigh*
It is over.
Apparently it's all a matter of confidence. Had dinner with Aqmal last night and he said he'll teach me how to pick up guys! LOL! Imagine that. I'm resort to betting lessons on guy girl interactions. *Manical laughter* Yeah did research on manic depression to see if I was going loco. Results are inconclusive. *Manical laughter* *abrupt silence* *choke choke choke* Sorry, almost black out due to lost of oxygen to the brain...
*sigh*
It is over.
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Flibbertigibbet?
If one were to compare me last week and me now, one would think that I've indeed done a 180 degree turn. I'm so cheerful and talkative nowadays, making friends everywhere and every turn. Of course I know that I'm only pretending, that I'm only trying not to let my misery be known to all and sunder, but then there is such thing as carrying too far. I've thought about it and I've concluded that I'm actually not quite brittle but getting there. Interesting... what will happen when I crack? Will I go loco, or will I be all quiet and in my own world? Or maybe I'll be something totally unexpected... Time will tell.
Good lord, have I indeed become a flibbertigibbet? Horror of all horrors, when we used to make fun of such persons back then. Eek, no! But then sometimes being a blonde can be useful in certain situations. Indeed.
Good lord, have I indeed become a flibbertigibbet? Horror of all horrors, when we used to make fun of such persons back then. Eek, no! But then sometimes being a blonde can be useful in certain situations. Indeed.
Monday, February 23, 2004
Yellow Cows sightings
Just came back from a trip up North. Estella, Vijay and I took a trip to Kuala Terengganu to recce Pulau Lang Tengah for a marine conservation project. We left Cheras around 5pm as Tom had to finish the proposal to give to Mr Lee, and there was a massive jam from Cheras to the Karak Highway due to some road repairs, a few minor car accidents, and lots of gawking motorists. But once we hit the highway to Genting, it was caaruuuiisssse control. We stopped in Termeloh for dinner and Vijay and I sat on bird poo. The God of Aviation must have been smiling down upon us. Termeloh is such a sleepy town. Sort of like the one main road with the town built around it concept but I'm sure there must be some alleys around as well. Haha. After Termeloh, the Yellow Cows started appearing. *grin* The Yellow Cows are road signs cut out in the actual shape (tail, horns and all) of a life-size cow with the caution "AWAS! LEMBU MELINTAS" (CAUTION! COW CROSSING!) stamped in bold on the poor thing's 'hide'. Haha. I thought it was funny. "So that's what a cow looks like!" (Smacks forehead)
Mars Colony in Malaysia
Then later on after Kerteh, we came upon a surreal sight - the Paka Oil Refineries. The steel buildings were lighted up so brightly but separately stand-alone 1000watts lightbulbs for each section that it really looked like a Mars colony or some sort. Way cool. And there were towers with flaming tips where excess gas are burned off instead of harmfully releasing it into the atmosphere. And the area was HUGE. Took us like 10 minutes to drive pass the entire stretch.
We reached Seri Malaysia Marang (Terengannu) around 2am in the morning and checked ourselves in with RM80 (plus breakkie for two but there had breakkie for three and never paid for the extra person!) So tired but we still had to plan what we were gonna do tomororow, what we are going to say, how we are going to say it. Hah, little did we know what a steamroller Mr Lee could be.
We arrived at Mr Lee's office expecting the talk to last half and hour. But talks, discussion, lunch and tea went by and it was 4pm - much too late to catch the 10am boat to the island. We got some information and agreement from Mr Lee about some aspects of our project and then
Hotel California
We headed for Cherating at 6pm after perusing some gorgeous shells at a shell shop. We went in there just to check out stuff, not buy them. We came out 1 hour plus later with much lighters purses and wallet. Vijay accused us of being catalysts, haha.. he bought some shell jewelry as well! Stayed overnight at Cherating Cottages, a pretty much run down place. When we checked in, we were told that the stardard room were fully occupied so we had to take the family room. In the light of the day, we realised that they only had two standard rooms available, both taken, and the rest were empty as it was too run down to rent out! Aiyoh. Oh and we also checked out this place called Coconut Inn, (Marijuana Inn as Estella calls it) and it was such a hippie place. The chalets were shacks next to the jungle/swamp, with loud colours painted on the outside walls; there were glass balls hanging in macrame nets everywhere, and then there were paintings and drawings of people in weird poses and angles, doing what we can only speculate and there were pencil drawings of animals with saucer-sized eyes - reminded me of the Tinderbox dogs - hanging right in front of the bed on the opposite wall. Imagine waking up to red rimmed eyes glaring balefully at you at first light. *shudder*
Sun, sea and surf, perfect for tanning
The next day dawn bright and wonderful. Put on our beach gear and headed for the beckoning surf. Not that it was much of a surf, hardly can be considered proper waves, half hearted as they were, but the beach was good - there were not many people around, so I managed to bake/sun myself the under a hot blistering sun for a while to get a tan. Vijay commented that I should have a timer beside me so that I can time myself to turn over every 5 minutes. *sizzle... Yelp!* After that, we took a walk to the rivermouth and it was low tide and the riverbed was exposed. It was interesting how the ore are all drawn upwards on the crest of the miniature sand dunes - must be the moon's strong magnetic pull. It was a good and calming time for me here. We headed back after an hour as we had to reach KL before night.
We also made a stop-over at Lentang, the place where that girl fell and is still missing after two weeks plus. The forest reserve has been treaded by too many feets with plastic carrying hands. It was terrible. Not worth the effort to camp there. Yuck.
Clearing my head and heart
I needed this distraction. I felt like I was going through a severe depression and I was heartsick. I guess that explains the lost of appetite, the nausea and pain in the chest region the past two weeks. On Friday evening, I really felt that I was going to go crazy from being where I was and keeping it all inside me. I decided last minute to go to KT with Vijay and Estella as I knew that I really needed think through what I'm feeling rationally. I was listening to Dido's White Flag the whole night for a week prior to this.
So this trip was really good for me - it helped me clear my mind and get things into perspective. I've made my decision and I will stick to it, as there is no other way. Either I back off from the cliff, or I jump right off the cliff. I will not jump... Jumping is not an option as it will be an emotional mine fill. I wonder how long my resolve will last? I cannot believe I've actually gone and done it - fallen for somebody unavailable.
Mars Colony in Malaysia
Then later on after Kerteh, we came upon a surreal sight - the Paka Oil Refineries. The steel buildings were lighted up so brightly but separately stand-alone 1000watts lightbulbs for each section that it really looked like a Mars colony or some sort. Way cool. And there were towers with flaming tips where excess gas are burned off instead of harmfully releasing it into the atmosphere. And the area was HUGE. Took us like 10 minutes to drive pass the entire stretch.
We reached Seri Malaysia Marang (Terengannu) around 2am in the morning and checked ourselves in with RM80 (plus breakkie for two but there had breakkie for three and never paid for the extra person!) So tired but we still had to plan what we were gonna do tomororow, what we are going to say, how we are going to say it. Hah, little did we know what a steamroller Mr Lee could be.
We arrived at Mr Lee's office expecting the talk to last half and hour. But talks, discussion, lunch and tea went by and it was 4pm - much too late to catch the 10am boat to the island. We got some information and agreement from Mr Lee about some aspects of our project and then
Hotel California
We headed for Cherating at 6pm after perusing some gorgeous shells at a shell shop. We went in there just to check out stuff, not buy them. We came out 1 hour plus later with much lighters purses and wallet. Vijay accused us of being catalysts, haha.. he bought some shell jewelry as well! Stayed overnight at Cherating Cottages, a pretty much run down place. When we checked in, we were told that the stardard room were fully occupied so we had to take the family room. In the light of the day, we realised that they only had two standard rooms available, both taken, and the rest were empty as it was too run down to rent out! Aiyoh. Oh and we also checked out this place called Coconut Inn, (Marijuana Inn as Estella calls it) and it was such a hippie place. The chalets were shacks next to the jungle/swamp, with loud colours painted on the outside walls; there were glass balls hanging in macrame nets everywhere, and then there were paintings and drawings of people in weird poses and angles, doing what we can only speculate and there were pencil drawings of animals with saucer-sized eyes - reminded me of the Tinderbox dogs - hanging right in front of the bed on the opposite wall. Imagine waking up to red rimmed eyes glaring balefully at you at first light. *shudder*
Sun, sea and surf, perfect for tanning
The next day dawn bright and wonderful. Put on our beach gear and headed for the beckoning surf. Not that it was much of a surf, hardly can be considered proper waves, half hearted as they were, but the beach was good - there were not many people around, so I managed to bake/sun myself the under a hot blistering sun for a while to get a tan. Vijay commented that I should have a timer beside me so that I can time myself to turn over every 5 minutes. *sizzle... Yelp!* After that, we took a walk to the rivermouth and it was low tide and the riverbed was exposed. It was interesting how the ore are all drawn upwards on the crest of the miniature sand dunes - must be the moon's strong magnetic pull. It was a good and calming time for me here. We headed back after an hour as we had to reach KL before night.
We also made a stop-over at Lentang, the place where that girl fell and is still missing after two weeks plus. The forest reserve has been treaded by too many feets with plastic carrying hands. It was terrible. Not worth the effort to camp there. Yuck.
Clearing my head and heart
I needed this distraction. I felt like I was going through a severe depression and I was heartsick. I guess that explains the lost of appetite, the nausea and pain in the chest region the past two weeks. On Friday evening, I really felt that I was going to go crazy from being where I was and keeping it all inside me. I decided last minute to go to KT with Vijay and Estella as I knew that I really needed think through what I'm feeling rationally. I was listening to Dido's White Flag the whole night for a week prior to this.
So this trip was really good for me - it helped me clear my mind and get things into perspective. I've made my decision and I will stick to it, as there is no other way. Either I back off from the cliff, or I jump right off the cliff. I will not jump... Jumping is not an option as it will be an emotional mine fill. I wonder how long my resolve will last? I cannot believe I've actually gone and done it - fallen for somebody unavailable.
Friday, February 20, 2004
Walking a high wire in a circus
Talked to Leonard about my dilemma this morning, and he helped me see a little more clearly the path I should take. I guess what he said is true, "Make your decision based on how far you can go, not based on your friends." As yet, I do not see how I will be able to advance or learned much being a PA compared to being introduced to the PR world. Not that being a PA won't teach me things, it is just that I'm not that keen on being someone's PA in the administration side.
I am supposed to talk to Ben in a while but he, as usual, has disappeared. I have made my decision and I hope that it is the right one. I am staying.
I am supposed to talk to Ben in a while but he, as usual, has disappeared. I have made my decision and I hope that it is the right one. I am staying.
Sinking into despair
Sometimes I wish I did not have feelings. Sometimes I wish that my heart weren't so soft. Sometimes I wish I could not see the love around me, for they are drowning me with their happiness, for they remind me of what I could have had, of what I had but thrown away. I run, I run, I run, far away in my dreams, to some place deserted, where the only memory of another human being are the blinking lights of airplanes far above. I do not want to remember for Memory Lane is just a circular route around lingering pain.
Feeling for someone is the first step to caring for him, and this where I wish I can cut my emotions off. I do not want to be feel for this person. I do not want to care for this person to only find that was one-sided or that was mere a fling, or perhaps something to amuse him, to pass time with while he searches for someone better, prettier, thinner, smaller. He does not know how I feel, or I does he? If he does, he is cruel. I am done remembering. What if I had never known what is it to want and need, to feel for another person? Wouldn't it be bliss to not know? Would that not be that better overall? I cannot hurt if I do not know. I hurt.
I cannot yield in to this; I will not, for if I do, I will destroy our bond, tenuous as it already is. No, this is a no go. I should forget him, I should forget it all? Put it all aside and concentrated on my work. Isn't that better? Isn't that what I really want?
No.
Feeling for someone is the first step to caring for him, and this where I wish I can cut my emotions off. I do not want to be feel for this person. I do not want to care for this person to only find that was one-sided or that was mere a fling, or perhaps something to amuse him, to pass time with while he searches for someone better, prettier, thinner, smaller. He does not know how I feel, or I does he? If he does, he is cruel. I am done remembering. What if I had never known what is it to want and need, to feel for another person? Wouldn't it be bliss to not know? Would that not be that better overall? I cannot hurt if I do not know. I hurt.
I cannot yield in to this; I will not, for if I do, I will destroy our bond, tenuous as it already is. No, this is a no go. I should forget him, I should forget it all? Put it all aside and concentrated on my work. Isn't that better? Isn't that what I really want?
No.
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Which pasture's grass is healthier?
Ben offered me another position in the company, and he gave me 24 hours to decide if I want to switch position. The position offered is the GM's Assistant who will be a PA as well as be in charge of booking the air time slots, do the trade kits, marketing kits and a whole other sort of variable. Now what I'm doing now is not much different as the only thing different is the booking thing. I'm already bogged down with work - I run around for other bosses (I have 5) and I still do the marketing and trade kits, on top of translation when needed.
I can't decide if I want to go or stay. Like I ask Zona, which side of the pasture has healthier grass? If I take Ben's offer, I'd still be bogged down with work and I'll be working under Priya. 'Tis weird, I have a feeling she doesn't like me much. I'm paranoid like that. So do I suck it up and stay or do I try for other things? Or do I just leave this company altogether?
I've talked to Helen about my workload and she wants me to show her my time sheet so that she can decide what to do. She probably thinks that it's not heavy. Why else would she not give me a definite answer? She keeps saying, "Let’s take a look at your timesheet first." I don't know what to do here. I'm trying to find a balance for myself. I'm also trying to discover my limits. I have not said a word to Helen all this time coz I want to see how much I can take before I break. Yeah I'm sadistic that way.
Ben cannot understand why I'm not jumping at his offer as I have been complaining to him about working in the marketing dept. My side of the office is quiet and sterile as opposed to Ben's, which is loud and cheerful. My side is a bad environment for working I think, not conducive. I understand why he is bewilded but I find that I cannot take the hand he is holding out to me.
Although I have learned much from Ben and yet to learn anything from Rajesh, I find that I am curious about the PR world and working for Helen. She is part of the reason why I took this marketing job.
Last week when I was at my breaking point, I made a half-conscious decision to quit. But then, nothing is easy in Life. So I told myself to stop being a baby and grow up. So I decided to stay and then now this. I really don't know what to do.
Whatever I decide tonight, I will have to live with it for the rest of my life. Do I take a turn or do I go straight?
I can't decide if I want to go or stay. Like I ask Zona, which side of the pasture has healthier grass? If I take Ben's offer, I'd still be bogged down with work and I'll be working under Priya. 'Tis weird, I have a feeling she doesn't like me much. I'm paranoid like that. So do I suck it up and stay or do I try for other things? Or do I just leave this company altogether?
I've talked to Helen about my workload and she wants me to show her my time sheet so that she can decide what to do. She probably thinks that it's not heavy. Why else would she not give me a definite answer? She keeps saying, "Let’s take a look at your timesheet first." I don't know what to do here. I'm trying to find a balance for myself. I'm also trying to discover my limits. I have not said a word to Helen all this time coz I want to see how much I can take before I break. Yeah I'm sadistic that way.
Ben cannot understand why I'm not jumping at his offer as I have been complaining to him about working in the marketing dept. My side of the office is quiet and sterile as opposed to Ben's, which is loud and cheerful. My side is a bad environment for working I think, not conducive. I understand why he is bewilded but I find that I cannot take the hand he is holding out to me.
Although I have learned much from Ben and yet to learn anything from Rajesh, I find that I am curious about the PR world and working for Helen. She is part of the reason why I took this marketing job.
Last week when I was at my breaking point, I made a half-conscious decision to quit. But then, nothing is easy in Life. So I told myself to stop being a baby and grow up. So I decided to stay and then now this. I really don't know what to do.
Whatever I decide tonight, I will have to live with it for the rest of my life. Do I take a turn or do I go straight?
Sunday, February 15, 2004
Thursday, February 12, 2004
I got 'sprayed' by a passing motorist
Uh huh. There I was standing on the kerb waiting to cross the road when I felt someting warm and liquid on my arm. I look down and it was some sort of yellow liquid. Outwardly, I was calm and showed nothing. Inwardly, I was going, "Shit, did he just peed on me??!" and I was stifling the urge to lift up my arm to check if it was indeed urine. I immediately checked my clothes, the sweater I had slung over the other arm, my bread and my handbag. Thank goodness it was only on my arm. Migawd, I was trying so hard not to freak out. It was warm and icky and yucky and GROSS! But then, when I was standing in the middle at the divider, my rationality kicked in. The motorist couldn't have aimed that well with his zip down and on a motorcycle, right? If he could, then he must be the champion toilet-wall sprayer in the world. Eeww, eeww, eww, ewww, ewwww! I hurried up to my office and the moment I got in, I dumped everything on my table, hurried to the loo, and lifted my arm to check.
* tentative sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff*
Thank god it wasn't urine. I think I actually sagged in relief at the sink. It was some sort of soup I think, but there wasn't any strong smell that I could detect. Whatever it was, it was a horrible experience especially when you have an over-active imagination like mine. O__o
* tentative sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff*
Thank god it wasn't urine. I think I actually sagged in relief at the sink. It was some sort of soup I think, but there wasn't any strong smell that I could detect. Whatever it was, it was a horrible experience especially when you have an over-active imagination like mine. O__o
Monday, February 09, 2004
Happy Birthday Zona!
Heyya girl! Happy 25th Bitrthday! (Party thingies exploding all over in a shower of brilliant confetti!)
Zona had a pre-birthday bash on saturday night where she got sloshed. It is funny to see Zona drunk. She's all giggly and animated and very adamant - she made sure that Isaac invited me to his wedding dinner by insisting that I go as her date. *grin* Poor Isaac, he must have been caught between a rock and Zona at that moment. Hee hee....
I was stone-cold sober as I didn't drink much. Darn it. But I still had a good time catching up with some friends. Lydia was there too and she was as usual a hit with everyone. All the guys thinks she is hot, and she is, hot. Hee hee... You are, Lyd, and you know it. Seriously, if all of you were to meet Lyd, you'd think she's hot and way cool to boot within minutes of meeting her. She has that kind of charisma and friendliness. Yeah, I'm campaigning for Lydia to be President. *grin*
Fairul, the guy with the cool car sound system, sent us back as Zona wasn't able to and her brother took her car somewhere else. Love his car, and with Hans Zimmer's music playing... *swoon* cruising heaven. He had Black Hawk Down's soundtrack on and it was awesome. I'll have to look into acquiring a copy. It is a must-have it you are a Hans Zimmer fan.
One day I'll have to get a car like that and I will be able to play my Voices, Rabbit Proof Fence, Braveheart and LOTR cds to my heart's content. *sigh* Then I can switch to Massive Attack, Gatecrasher, P.V.D and God's Kitchen with a push of a button and tranced myself down the highway with nary a pause and plenty of pulses.
Zona had a pre-birthday bash on saturday night where she got sloshed. It is funny to see Zona drunk. She's all giggly and animated and very adamant - she made sure that Isaac invited me to his wedding dinner by insisting that I go as her date. *grin* Poor Isaac, he must have been caught between a rock and Zona at that moment. Hee hee....
I was stone-cold sober as I didn't drink much. Darn it. But I still had a good time catching up with some friends. Lydia was there too and she was as usual a hit with everyone. All the guys thinks she is hot, and she is, hot. Hee hee... You are, Lyd, and you know it. Seriously, if all of you were to meet Lyd, you'd think she's hot and way cool to boot within minutes of meeting her. She has that kind of charisma and friendliness. Yeah, I'm campaigning for Lydia to be President. *grin*
Fairul, the guy with the cool car sound system, sent us back as Zona wasn't able to and her brother took her car somewhere else. Love his car, and with Hans Zimmer's music playing... *swoon* cruising heaven. He had Black Hawk Down's soundtrack on and it was awesome. I'll have to look into acquiring a copy. It is a must-have it you are a Hans Zimmer fan.
One day I'll have to get a car like that and I will be able to play my Voices, Rabbit Proof Fence, Braveheart and LOTR cds to my heart's content. *sigh* Then I can switch to Massive Attack, Gatecrasher, P.V.D and God's Kitchen with a push of a button and tranced myself down the highway with nary a pause and plenty of pulses.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Chavanistic pigs
I got drafted to be the receptionist at DV's FHH Programme Launch today. It is not a pleasant job. The desk was in the sun, so I had it moved to a spot in the shade but there was no wind and it was HOT. Then I had H**** to help me man the desk and boy, can he complained a lot. Everything also complained. I seriously wanted to stuff the angpaus in his mouth. Then ask him to help me do some extra stuff and he has to comment on how stupid or whatever it is, with a few obscene words thrown into his diatribe. I ignored him and did it myself. Someof us had to carry 70 heavy goodie bags down to the ground floor and then after that 40 plus goodie bags back up to the third floor when the turnout wasn't as expected. A lot of the guests and media people came late and me alone had to stand outside to wait for them, register them, opened the heavy studio doors for them and direct them towards the main reception area. Arghhh! The guys who were suppose to help me do all this had disappeared and left me all alone to do everything while they were inside the AIR-CONDITIONED studio and I was under the hot sun. Seriously and they wonder why Malaysian girls think Malaysian guys are ungentlemanly and uncouth. Well, here's the proof. Jerks. All except Yap. He was nice and he did not presume or throw off airs unlike some I might mention. Sheesh.
This is my blog and if I want to throw pies at someone who pissed me off, I will. So sue me and I will pay you with monopoly money, coz it is a fitting tribute to something so silly. So there.
There's gonna be a messy mud fight and finger pointing later on when the big boss calls in to find out why the event was the way it was and not as successful as they wanted it to be. I'd better put on my raincoat and protective goggles. There were a few things that did not go as planned. We will see.
This is my blog and if I want to throw pies at someone who pissed me off, I will. So sue me and I will pay you with monopoly money, coz it is a fitting tribute to something so silly. So there.
There's gonna be a messy mud fight and finger pointing later on when the big boss calls in to find out why the event was the way it was and not as successful as they wanted it to be. I'd better put on my raincoat and protective goggles. There were a few things that did not go as planned. We will see.
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
She was right. May she rest in peace.
I hate to say it but I was right. Right about Vincci shoes. I should never have broken my vow and bought this pair of gorgeous, beige that is about as flimsy as a cardboard shoe. Yes, I made a vow back in 1998 not to ever buy another pair of Vincci shoes after the three pairs I bought broke within two weeks subsequently of each other. I kid you not. Darn, I hate to say it but I. Was. Right.
I was hurrying down the stair to a group marketing meeting when the strap broke and nearly sent me hurtling head over heels to my doom. I managed to grab hold of the banister to halt my progress into gawd-knows-how-much pain, but my phone, file and papers went flying. My heart was aching for my phone as this is the first time it was thrown with such impact - the screen was blank when I picked it up from the landing. Oooowwwiieee... I borrowed Erica's stapler to stapler the strap back to its mooring but it didn't hold longer then two seconds. So I was slightly late to the meeting when I walked with one foot unshod 'elegantly' into the meeting, prompting Helen to remark about my barefeet and dangling shoes.
Wouldn't that look good on my tombstone? "She Was Right. May she rest in peace."
O__o
I was hurrying down the stair to a group marketing meeting when the strap broke and nearly sent me hurtling head over heels to my doom. I managed to grab hold of the banister to halt my progress into gawd-knows-how-much pain, but my phone, file and papers went flying. My heart was aching for my phone as this is the first time it was thrown with such impact - the screen was blank when I picked it up from the landing. Oooowwwiieee... I borrowed Erica's stapler to stapler the strap back to its mooring but it didn't hold longer then two seconds. So I was slightly late to the meeting when I walked with one foot unshod 'elegantly' into the meeting, prompting Helen to remark about my barefeet and dangling shoes.
Wouldn't that look good on my tombstone? "She Was Right. May she rest in peace."
O__o
A mouthful of friends and family?
I once blog about the meaning behind dreams when I had a dream about being bitten by a snake. Apparently the snake thing is true - I asked my oldest aunt and she confirmed it, saying that is how she got her husband - by not running the next time the snake chased her in her dreams... =p
This morning I had a dream about one of my tooth being loose and ready to fall out. So I asked my sister what it meant and what she told me is not good. Apparently, if you dream about a tooth falling out or one that fell out, it means that sickness or death is imminent in your family or close friends' future. Of course it isn't always right; a dream about a tooth falling out could be just that, a dream, but the chinese believe that is it a warning about the future. Lee Na dreamt of her tooth falling out when my dad passed away and Lee Hoon had the same dream when my grandmother passed away. So there is a pattern here that holds no comfort for me.
Not to make too light of this, but does this mean that we can only have 32 close family and friends in our life time? At the moment there are only 27 permanent teeth left in my poor mouth. Four was extracted for the purpose of braces and one was my wisdom tooth extracted via surgery. So, that means I have only 27 close family and friends in my life? Of course 27 only until I get my next set of teeth in the next life... assuming I believe in reincarnation.
This morning I had a dream about one of my tooth being loose and ready to fall out. So I asked my sister what it meant and what she told me is not good. Apparently, if you dream about a tooth falling out or one that fell out, it means that sickness or death is imminent in your family or close friends' future. Of course it isn't always right; a dream about a tooth falling out could be just that, a dream, but the chinese believe that is it a warning about the future. Lee Na dreamt of her tooth falling out when my dad passed away and Lee Hoon had the same dream when my grandmother passed away. So there is a pattern here that holds no comfort for me.
Not to make too light of this, but does this mean that we can only have 32 close family and friends in our life time? At the moment there are only 27 permanent teeth left in my poor mouth. Four was extracted for the purpose of braces and one was my wisdom tooth extracted via surgery. So, that means I have only 27 close family and friends in my life? Of course 27 only until I get my next set of teeth in the next life... assuming I believe in reincarnation.
Monday, February 02, 2004
Star sighting at Subway
I got my first sighting of an actor and his model, chiselled-jaw friend, the other day at Subway. Both guys were of course darn good-looking - no arguments there - as they had on shades and 5 o'clock stubbles. Talk about sexy. Of course both had the mixed blood look and they fairly oozed confidence as they ordered their BMTs. The actor is currently staring in a local show and soon to be starring in a baywatch-type dramedy that will be airing in a few months if the producers have their way. His friend, a model, as I later found out drew my eye. He had on a white tee, not too tight, 5 o'clock stubble AND aviation shades. Lethal combination. I confess... it was the aviation shades that did it for me. I stole a look only to find him looking my way. Eep. How embarassing. Of course we all know he wasn't admiring me; he was probably thinking "Omeegawds... that fat girl is looking at me. HIDE!" @__@
Then he opened his mouth to order. My admiration deflated. He spoke English like he was trying too hard. Of course it was two or three sentences - not enough to condemn him to linguist hell, but *shrug* it's only just my reaction at that time.
My senses were so drawn to those cool dudes that I didn't notice Aqmal standing behind them in line! He later smsed me to tell me he saw me at Subway but I did a vanishing act before he could say hi. Omigawd, I was mortified to be caught 'gawking' like that, and by a friend to boot. Sorry mal.
What is it about actors that we seem to in awe of? They have good looks but then we know nothing of their attitudes or insides. It seems weird that we mere humans are blinded by their patina of glory. And by 'patina', I mean 'coating'...
Then he opened his mouth to order. My admiration deflated. He spoke English like he was trying too hard. Of course it was two or three sentences - not enough to condemn him to linguist hell, but *shrug* it's only just my reaction at that time.
My senses were so drawn to those cool dudes that I didn't notice Aqmal standing behind them in line! He later smsed me to tell me he saw me at Subway but I did a vanishing act before he could say hi. Omigawd, I was mortified to be caught 'gawking' like that, and by a friend to boot. Sorry mal.
What is it about actors that we seem to in awe of? They have good looks but then we know nothing of their attitudes or insides. It seems weird that we mere humans are blinded by their patina of glory. And by 'patina', I mean 'coating'...