I've just gone through 4 hours of financial management and I feel worried. According to my financial manager aka Vijay, I'm living on a very thin margin and there is no growth in my income. We talked about me getting a car but at my present salary, I cannot afford a car AND put aside some for savings. I really have got to look for another job. My pay is so low that I can't continue long if I want some improvements in my life. I guess at the moment, any job is better than the one I have now. I'm in the danger zone as I'm really living with what I earn. Every cent I make goes out by the end of the month. Even by cutting down on shopping and entertainment, I still wont be able to afford a car!
Even though I'm techinically not that bad in debt (credit card) I still cannot afford to carry on like this if I wish to increase my income. It galls me that I've working my ass off for VNM and yet I don't make enought to afford a freaking car. I'm looking at a new car since I don't know much about cars and maintanence of it and all that jazz. So I'm looking at a MyVi as a Kancil will be too small for me. I've tried sitting in it and it's crampy for me. Anyway, I have to move on.
Any copywriting jobs anyone wants to throw my way?
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Tagged my midnite lily
1. YOUR STAR NAME
(name of first pet + street you live on):
Tiny Telipot (the makings of a Stuart Little movie)
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME
(grandmother's/father's first name + favorite snack):
Lengyen Lays
3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME
(first word you see on your left + favorite restaurant):
Executive Chilis
4. YOUR SOCIALITE NAME
(silliest childhood nickname + first town where you partied):
Yongsan Kota Bharu ( I suppose I'll just have to find a Japanese to marry or at least be my escort... hee hee)
5. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME
(first initial + first three letters of your last name):
Steo
6. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME
(favorite animal + name of high school):
Horse Zainab (this kind of name for a detective? Chaplang one la...)
7. YOUR BARFLY NAME
(last snack food you ate + your favorite drink):
Bakchang carbenet sauvigon (imagine combining the two foods! =P)
8. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME
(middle name + city where you were born):
Yong Kelantan (can go for Makyong performances here...)
9. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME
(favorite candy + favorite musician's last name):
M&Ms Groban (for the moment since I have have a contant favourite musician)
10. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME
(name of [opposite sex] friend + cell phone company you use):
BrianMaxis
11. YOUR STAR WARS NAME
(first 3 letters of your last name + last 3 letters of mother's maiden name /+/ first 3 letters of your pet's name + first 3 letters of the town you live in)
Teolim PatKot (and my occupation is the art of making light sabers!)
12. I know this is a name test but, name three people you want to take this test.
Estella, Ken & Kien (not of which whom has a blog!)
(name of first pet + street you live on):
Tiny Telipot (the makings of a Stuart Little movie)
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME
(grandmother's/father's first name + favorite snack):
Lengyen Lays
3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME
(first word you see on your left + favorite restaurant):
Executive Chilis
4. YOUR SOCIALITE NAME
(silliest childhood nickname + first town where you partied):
Yongsan Kota Bharu ( I suppose I'll just have to find a Japanese to marry or at least be my escort... hee hee)
5. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME
(first initial + first three letters of your last name):
Steo
6. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME
(favorite animal + name of high school):
Horse Zainab (this kind of name for a detective? Chaplang one la...)
7. YOUR BARFLY NAME
(last snack food you ate + your favorite drink):
Bakchang carbenet sauvigon (imagine combining the two foods! =P)
8. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME
(middle name + city where you were born):
Yong Kelantan (can go for Makyong performances here...)
9. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME
(favorite candy + favorite musician's last name):
M&Ms Groban (for the moment since I have have a contant favourite musician)
10. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME
(name of [opposite sex] friend + cell phone company you use):
BrianMaxis
11. YOUR STAR WARS NAME
(first 3 letters of your last name + last 3 letters of mother's maiden name /+/ first 3 letters of your pet's name + first 3 letters of the town you live in)
Teolim PatKot (and my occupation is the art of making light sabers!)
12. I know this is a name test but, name three people you want to take this test.
Estella, Ken & Kien (not of which whom has a blog!)
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Drunken stupor evaporates with discovery of a burglary
That was me during the wee hours of Sunday morning.
Estella and I went clubbing on Saturday night at 12SI and when we got back to her car in the parking area at around 4am, we noticed that her car door wasn't tightly shut. We didn't think anything of it as it was locked. Then we got into the car and I opened the glove compartment to get my house keys. They were gone.
I searched for it and it was no where to be found and I knew I put them into the glove compartment as I always do. Estella then noticed that her handbag was gone as well. We search the car and we discovered that my house keys, her purse, ID and cards, and her house keys were gone. The thieves however, didn't take the money in the coins compartment, her detachable stereo, or her CDs. The only things gone were personal stuff which can only mean that the thieves mean to break in to her or my house. That or Estella has a stalker.
Although we weren't drunk or staggering, there were enough alcohol in us to make driving a careless and dangerous act. Estella wanted me to drive as I wasn't as incapacitated as her but I didn't dare as I was not familiar with the roads and it was 4am in the morning where cops are on the prowl for a quick buck. She couldn't drive either. So we stayed in the car and slept. At least she slept. I was too nervous and worried to sleep. I kept waking up every few minutes to check that no one was looking into the car or waiting for us at the back. I would tense at every sound or voice. I kept opening the car door to check if all is clear as well as to let more cool air in - the car was getting stuffy despite the slight opening of our windows. I know I'm a paranoid person, but that was how I was taught to be. To be careful and to question everything. What I'm kicking myself for is not questioning Estella's action of not locking her things in the boot of her car instead of leaving things in plain sight. Even though her bag was under the seat, the thieves would have been tempted to see what else was in her car with so many things thrown in the back seat.
After two hours, Estella woke up and she was clearer. We debated on what to do. She didn't want to go to the police station straight away as that would invite more questions as we reeked of cigarette smoke and alcohol, as we all are after emerging from a club. We are all aware of how our security forces work here and there are not known to be fair or genuinely concern, rather they are known more for their corrupted practices and extortion.
The next day, I accompanied her to the police station in PJ state. She filed that she dropped her purse instead of her car being burglarised.
I hope this won't come back to haunt us.
Estella and I went clubbing on Saturday night at 12SI and when we got back to her car in the parking area at around 4am, we noticed that her car door wasn't tightly shut. We didn't think anything of it as it was locked. Then we got into the car and I opened the glove compartment to get my house keys. They were gone.
I searched for it and it was no where to be found and I knew I put them into the glove compartment as I always do. Estella then noticed that her handbag was gone as well. We search the car and we discovered that my house keys, her purse, ID and cards, and her house keys were gone. The thieves however, didn't take the money in the coins compartment, her detachable stereo, or her CDs. The only things gone were personal stuff which can only mean that the thieves mean to break in to her or my house. That or Estella has a stalker.
Although we weren't drunk or staggering, there were enough alcohol in us to make driving a careless and dangerous act. Estella wanted me to drive as I wasn't as incapacitated as her but I didn't dare as I was not familiar with the roads and it was 4am in the morning where cops are on the prowl for a quick buck. She couldn't drive either. So we stayed in the car and slept. At least she slept. I was too nervous and worried to sleep. I kept waking up every few minutes to check that no one was looking into the car or waiting for us at the back. I would tense at every sound or voice. I kept opening the car door to check if all is clear as well as to let more cool air in - the car was getting stuffy despite the slight opening of our windows. I know I'm a paranoid person, but that was how I was taught to be. To be careful and to question everything. What I'm kicking myself for is not questioning Estella's action of not locking her things in the boot of her car instead of leaving things in plain sight. Even though her bag was under the seat, the thieves would have been tempted to see what else was in her car with so many things thrown in the back seat.
After two hours, Estella woke up and she was clearer. We debated on what to do. She didn't want to go to the police station straight away as that would invite more questions as we reeked of cigarette smoke and alcohol, as we all are after emerging from a club. We are all aware of how our security forces work here and there are not known to be fair or genuinely concern, rather they are known more for their corrupted practices and extortion.
The next day, I accompanied her to the police station in PJ state. She filed that she dropped her purse instead of her car being burglarised.
I hope this won't come back to haunt us.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
First time on celluloid
I'm going to be on TV soon for all of 30 seconds. Yeap. It has happened. I worked for a production house, and now I will be on TV. Scary. I sort of got trapped into doing this for a colleague. It was all very fast and misleading but since I had already said yes, I couldn't back out even though I was nervous as hell.
A couple of weeks back, an EP asked me to help him to interview an actress during an audition. It was a fake interview and I was not filmed. So this time when my colleague approached me about helping her interview an actress, I thought it would be the same as before. I didn't realise that she meant for me to act on film!
Even though I was kinda nervous and I really didn't want the rest of the office to see me in thick make up, I had to hide my face and self from them. Not only that, I was to be filmed in my CEO's office and sit in HIS chair to do my part. Whotta rush! Hee hee. I'm suppose to pretend to interview a candidate for a reality makeover show of ours called Looking Good, Feeling Good, but the girl actually thought it was a real interview. I feel so bad for her but it's not my place to let her know otherwise as they wanted her to react naturally as if she's in a real interview.
It was interesting actually and kinda fun as I've never been asked to do anything in front of a camera before. Not only that, Zona was directing. She said I was photogenic. *preeeeeen* Ahem. I know, I know, that coming from Zona, one might think she's bias. But I know she's professional enough not to just simply throw me such a big bone if it weren't true. Hee hee... I don't want to ask about my acting though. Eesh. I'll just watch it when you guys get to watch it later. Scary! But if you do see it, don't be too harsh with me, kay? It's my first acting stint mah, my flash in the pan fame, my 5 seconds in the limelight, my accidental bid to be immortalise on celluloid!!!
^_^
A couple of weeks back, an EP asked me to help him to interview an actress during an audition. It was a fake interview and I was not filmed. So this time when my colleague approached me about helping her interview an actress, I thought it would be the same as before. I didn't realise that she meant for me to act on film!
Even though I was kinda nervous and I really didn't want the rest of the office to see me in thick make up, I had to hide my face and self from them. Not only that, I was to be filmed in my CEO's office and sit in HIS chair to do my part. Whotta rush! Hee hee. I'm suppose to pretend to interview a candidate for a reality makeover show of ours called Looking Good, Feeling Good, but the girl actually thought it was a real interview. I feel so bad for her but it's not my place to let her know otherwise as they wanted her to react naturally as if she's in a real interview.
It was interesting actually and kinda fun as I've never been asked to do anything in front of a camera before. Not only that, Zona was directing. She said I was photogenic. *preeeeeen* Ahem. I know, I know, that coming from Zona, one might think she's bias. But I know she's professional enough not to just simply throw me such a big bone if it weren't true. Hee hee... I don't want to ask about my acting though. Eesh. I'll just watch it when you guys get to watch it later. Scary! But if you do see it, don't be too harsh with me, kay? It's my first acting stint mah, my flash in the pan fame, my 5 seconds in the limelight, my accidental bid to be immortalise on celluloid!!!
^_^
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
War of the Fringe
Just watched War of The Worlds. My advice, go buy a DVD.
Lord, I have a fringe! Can you believe it? I've not had a fringe since I was 14! The fool of a hairdresser or so he calls himself totally ruined my haircut! I have a fringe and it's neither long nor short which means it's sticking into my eyes! Blopdy irritating is what they are. I feel like I just wanna chop it off but I'll have to settle for pinning them up for the time being. The fool wanted to fix it and he was crazy if he thought I would let him touch my hair or come near my hair with a pair of scissors ever again.
Not only did the cut was not what I wanted. The hair wash was painful - nails - and the blow-drying... groan. There were 2 of them blow-drying my hair, one pulling one side, the other pulling on the other. I was being tug side to side. It would be hilarious if I weren't so angry. I tolerated it as long as I could but then I saw that one side of my hair was flat and the other puffed up! What the fuck! I waved my hands in the air and shouted, "STOP! Enough! Give me that hair brush!" I had to repair their work and there's not much I can do unless I wet my hair again and start all over again. On top of that, while I was doing my own hair with the two tuggers looking on in uneasiness, the fool of a hair dresser was not even paying attention as he was busy chatting up some pretty girl. I was ready to walk out when he came over to check. Told him I was not happy and that I have a fringe when I specifically told him, "I want it this long so that I can sweep them back over my ears!" What planet is he from that he didn't understand me. Later when I complained he suggested I cut it shorter so it wouldn't be irritating! I wanted to strangle him. As if I would let him touch my hair ever again!
Actually, serve me right for trying to save thirty ringgit. My usual hairdresser in Amcorp is a pro and he is good but he is expensive. Since I was broke this month, thought I save some money. Stupid me. Saving RM30 was not worth it now that I'm stuck with this haircut. Argh!
Not only THAT, the back of my hair is not even! I'm so going back there on Friday when they boss is in.
Lord, I have a fringe! Can you believe it? I've not had a fringe since I was 14! The fool of a hairdresser or so he calls himself totally ruined my haircut! I have a fringe and it's neither long nor short which means it's sticking into my eyes! Blopdy irritating is what they are. I feel like I just wanna chop it off but I'll have to settle for pinning them up for the time being. The fool wanted to fix it and he was crazy if he thought I would let him touch my hair or come near my hair with a pair of scissors ever again.
Not only did the cut was not what I wanted. The hair wash was painful - nails - and the blow-drying... groan. There were 2 of them blow-drying my hair, one pulling one side, the other pulling on the other. I was being tug side to side. It would be hilarious if I weren't so angry. I tolerated it as long as I could but then I saw that one side of my hair was flat and the other puffed up! What the fuck! I waved my hands in the air and shouted, "STOP! Enough! Give me that hair brush!" I had to repair their work and there's not much I can do unless I wet my hair again and start all over again. On top of that, while I was doing my own hair with the two tuggers looking on in uneasiness, the fool of a hair dresser was not even paying attention as he was busy chatting up some pretty girl. I was ready to walk out when he came over to check. Told him I was not happy and that I have a fringe when I specifically told him, "I want it this long so that I can sweep them back over my ears!" What planet is he from that he didn't understand me. Later when I complained he suggested I cut it shorter so it wouldn't be irritating! I wanted to strangle him. As if I would let him touch my hair ever again!
Actually, serve me right for trying to save thirty ringgit. My usual hairdresser in Amcorp is a pro and he is good but he is expensive. Since I was broke this month, thought I save some money. Stupid me. Saving RM30 was not worth it now that I'm stuck with this haircut. Argh!
Not only THAT, the back of my hair is not even! I'm so going back there on Friday when they boss is in.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Patches is much better
Haha, after my encounter with my bag pack combination lock last night, someone suggest I get rid of it. Cannot burn it, la Ken. It'd be futile and it is a GOOD lock as evident by my episode last night. *sheepish grin* I was careless. No need to waste money because I was careless. Plus it costs RM38.
Patches is much better. :smile: He's fatter too. Mom has been feeding him nonstop to get his strength back and he wallowing in excess now. Hee hee. He is so adorable that I can't help but squeeze him everytime I pass him. And he's taking advantage too - when he sees me coming, he'll meet me halfway and nuzzle whatever part he can reach and lean against my legs, with his entire weight, waiting for me to pat him down, which I always do. He loves it when I started with his shoulder and rub vigouriously all the way down to his flanks. After a several long strokes, I'll pat him fondly and send him off. He would then stretch, straighten and do his butt wriggle before trotting off. Sometimes, he would look back at me to see if I would motion him for more pats. He is SO cute. ^_^ Yeah, anyone who knows me knows I adore Patches.
I'm relieved that he is on the mend. His right ear is looking better. There is blood and healing and less pus. The holes on his lower jaw has healed closed and it's no longer an angry red. His inner ear will take longer to heal but at least it is no longer oozing a lot of yellow pus. It's still wet and very red but it's slightly dryer. His left ear is dryer too and only deeper is it red and raw. Thank you God... and all of you for your prayers. *hugs*
He is still not fully recovered yet - his nose is constanly dry and he has fevers on and off - but at least I know he's better and happier. I'll still have to fly back more frequently as well to ensure his well-being. He was so manja last night, trying to get me to pat him and trying to jump on me but since he is too old, he only managed a few inches off the floor.
I just left him dozing after an hour of stroking him to sleep, to come up and bath and snatch a few zzz myself.
Tired. But lighter. =)
Patches is much better. :smile: He's fatter too. Mom has been feeding him nonstop to get his strength back and he wallowing in excess now. Hee hee. He is so adorable that I can't help but squeeze him everytime I pass him. And he's taking advantage too - when he sees me coming, he'll meet me halfway and nuzzle whatever part he can reach and lean against my legs, with his entire weight, waiting for me to pat him down, which I always do. He loves it when I started with his shoulder and rub vigouriously all the way down to his flanks. After a several long strokes, I'll pat him fondly and send him off. He would then stretch, straighten and do his butt wriggle before trotting off. Sometimes, he would look back at me to see if I would motion him for more pats. He is SO cute. ^_^ Yeah, anyone who knows me knows I adore Patches.
I'm relieved that he is on the mend. His right ear is looking better. There is blood and healing and less pus. The holes on his lower jaw has healed closed and it's no longer an angry red. His inner ear will take longer to heal but at least it is no longer oozing a lot of yellow pus. It's still wet and very red but it's slightly dryer. His left ear is dryer too and only deeper is it red and raw. Thank you God... and all of you for your prayers. *hugs*
He is still not fully recovered yet - his nose is constanly dry and he has fevers on and off - but at least I know he's better and happier. I'll still have to fly back more frequently as well to ensure his well-being. He was so manja last night, trying to get me to pat him and trying to jump on me but since he is too old, he only managed a few inches off the floor.
I just left him dozing after an hour of stroking him to sleep, to come up and bath and snatch a few zzz myself.
Tired. But lighter. =)
Friday, July 01, 2005
Locked out!!!
My god.... I just spent the one hour in panic mode. I'm now at KLIA waiting to board my flight back to KB and to Patches. My flight is at 10.30pm and I still had not picked up my ticket. The deadline was 2 hours before flight. So I had to get there by 8.30pm. So I rushed back from work, got ready and was out of the house by 7.30pm. I was in a rush as you can imagine. All I am carrying is a change of clothes, my laptop and basic neccessities, all cramped into my bagpack. And I had to lock it since I was taking the LRT, bever know whose sticky fingers might find their way into my belongings.
So I got to Sentral Station and I rushed to pick up my ticket at the MAS office. I recited by reference number and then I tried to get my credit card to pay for the ticket. THE DARN LOCK WOULDN'T OPEN! I was like OH SHIT! Everything was inside my bag! I was yanking on the lock, twisting it this way and that, trying the combination again and again and again and trying all sorts of angles. It still wouldn't open! ARGH! I was like "Blast! I can't pay for my ticket! HOW?" The MAS girl was looking impatiently at me as there were other people waiting to be served.
Then, luckily I noticed that the gaps in between the zips was just big enough for my hand to squeeze through as the lock allowed for the open space (it was the cable type lock). Lord, I breathed a sigh of relief and yank the zips as wide as it could go and stuffed my hand in and presto! emerged with my purse!
After I paid for my ticket, I got another ticket for the KLIA Express and boarded it. For the entire 28 minutes journey to KLIA, I fiddled with the lock, trying to open it. It was futile. In the end, I had to try each combination ONE BY ONE. Painstakingly turning the dials and pressing the release button. ONE BY FUCKING ONE. I was up to 664 when the train pulled in at KLIA.
I found a quiet corner in the airport and continued with my dial turning. I reached the 999 and still the bloody thing wouldn't pop open. I really wanted to just smash that evil thing against the wall by that time. But I was afraid that security might question me. =/ and that they might think it was a stolen bad!
So I tried again and started from the top. A few minutes later, LO AND BEHOLD, the lock popped open with a tiny click! I must have reset it when I locked it in a rush. The new combination was very near to the original number and I did try it a few times. My panic state made me clumsy. Sigh.
My laptop's free and now I'm blogging at the airport.
*BIG SIGH*
So I got to Sentral Station and I rushed to pick up my ticket at the MAS office. I recited by reference number and then I tried to get my credit card to pay for the ticket. THE DARN LOCK WOULDN'T OPEN! I was like OH SHIT! Everything was inside my bag! I was yanking on the lock, twisting it this way and that, trying the combination again and again and again and trying all sorts of angles. It still wouldn't open! ARGH! I was like "Blast! I can't pay for my ticket! HOW?" The MAS girl was looking impatiently at me as there were other people waiting to be served.
Then, luckily I noticed that the gaps in between the zips was just big enough for my hand to squeeze through as the lock allowed for the open space (it was the cable type lock). Lord, I breathed a sigh of relief and yank the zips as wide as it could go and stuffed my hand in and presto! emerged with my purse!
After I paid for my ticket, I got another ticket for the KLIA Express and boarded it. For the entire 28 minutes journey to KLIA, I fiddled with the lock, trying to open it. It was futile. In the end, I had to try each combination ONE BY ONE. Painstakingly turning the dials and pressing the release button. ONE BY FUCKING ONE. I was up to 664 when the train pulled in at KLIA.
I found a quiet corner in the airport and continued with my dial turning. I reached the 999 and still the bloody thing wouldn't pop open. I really wanted to just smash that evil thing against the wall by that time. But I was afraid that security might question me. =/ and that they might think it was a stolen bad!
So I tried again and started from the top. A few minutes later, LO AND BEHOLD, the lock popped open with a tiny click! I must have reset it when I locked it in a rush. The new combination was very near to the original number and I did try it a few times. My panic state made me clumsy. Sigh.
My laptop's free and now I'm blogging at the airport.
*BIG SIGH*