Off on a monday is swell. I had a jolly good time crunching and munching and snoring at home all day. Its bliss, pure bliss. It wasn't as bad as i thought it was coming back to the office. Didn't loathe it, spent the earlier part of the day clearing whats on the desk pending since the day i left. Picking it up was rather loathe-ful but well, at least its done.

Happiness lurks within. With a pleasant morning message today, received a little gift from abroad, confirmed travelling plans, and free tickets to a movie later. Happiness.

Spent sometime going through a blog a friend suggested it as a 'must-see'. Me and Ms E peeked. We found out feelings we didn't know, happenings that we didn't realised and the passion of this person. I don't know about ms E, but i somehow felt i got to know this person more. I mean, its not like i've discovered hidden treasures but at least when i see him again, i have in mind to be mindful of asking questions. :)

The craziness of Warehouse sale... buy people buyyyyy

My aunty thinks the Teoh's doesn't eat 'si ham'. Nah..

Its the company that made us dragged through hell alive

The last time at genting was moons ago, its a rejuvenating ride.

With complimentary tickets from PY.

He is not a super mega star, but he sang on stage live really well.

We were like little kids singing along with Barney.

There, one of ahmay's weekend rendevous.

Have a good week ahead dude and dudettes!

Middle name

There are just some things in life that we're not good at.
Whenever it starts, theres bound to be hiccups.
Thats why, some just didn't start.

Probably losing out on some special deals,
Losing out on beautiful sceneries,
Losing out on adventures...

I personally know i'm bad at it, eventho i've tried it out one more time.
Sigh, somethings are just not meant to happen to some people.
Pessimistic is my middle name.

After today's enlightening yum with Big B, i am more convinced that its the little little details in life that makes life interesting. I'm probably retarded, but being refreshed with that thought sparked a hidden emotion. Probably a yearning suffocating emotion just waiting to be brought out to the bright sun light.

Having bottled up with work, i always find time for myself. Being a chai tea at starbucks or at home penning a word or two. It shifts me more after Big B's 'motivational' or rather 'enlightening' talks today. Its not new of course, but sometimes it needs someone or something to actually bring it back.

Standing alone in the commercial world today, it frightens me. It is probably why i chickened out on the gig. Pressure was unexpectantly intensed that breaking into cold sweats was not only it. Sleepless nights, nightmares, my face is probably the witness to it all.

That, it think explains my decreasing immune system now.

Working too hard people say, stupid people say, what for people say... i don't know what to say, anymore. Cause i don't know why i push this hard. Neglecting the little spark of dim happiness within. Now, knowing the fun and likeness of it all. Life can be beautiful.

Some opportunity i missed, some mistakes i've done, some matters i've neglected. But some, i will not tolerate nor sacrifice. Learning to believe, time will come, opportunities will come, doors will open.

I look, i see, i feel the cool breeze, the bright shining star, sounds of laughter and wonder to myself, what a wonderful world.

As i was at a job today in Midvalley, my hearing and sight automatically becomes more sensitive towards the surroundings. Of course, it because i'm in a familiar environment and its a on the job thing.

While waiting for time to tick right on for me to punch out, i sat at a corner and started with my writings. When i was at it, this man probably late thirties walked in and asked for a name transfer on his card. At the back of my mind, i thought it was rather queer.

Staff checked the points and the card was still valid and has vouchers to redeemed. Why transfer then? He said: my wife died.

I stopped and looked up facing him. The sadness in his eyes, i cannot forget. Staff then asked: Would you have any ID of your wife with you? He looked at her and said he has her IC number, and he muttered it out, its all in his head. Blankly i stared at him, he returned with a smile.

I remembered the time when my close friend died. Of course, nothing in comparison to passing away of your next kin. He must have felt so much more than i did.

I hope the retail therapy he did today lifted him a little.

Ever imagined yourself having a son? daughter? (for those who are married does not count)

I hardly have contact with kids. Even with my little cousins or any extended family i have. We either don't have little ones running around or i dissapear during festive gatherings.. i don't know, theres hardly any kids in the family that i've bonded with.

Except for this little one. Other than he eats too much sweety stuff and keep having diarrhea. I fell in love with him. Partly because when i visited him in the hospital, i brought him a toy. But then he was ignorant to what i gave him. Hold and throw, hold and throw. Now, he remembers me by the toy i gave him.

Throughout the day he stucked by my side, sulked when we sat afar during dinner.

Trying to imagine myself as a mom. *peeeeeeeeeettttt* hold your horsess!

People tend to view me as career orientated person, it may seem so.. looking at the rate i'm going. But having kids, real life kids seems like a refreshing idea to me now.

We know, being a parent has it dawned responsibilities. Unlike job responsibilities, its do and go..

This one project, you can't leave it half way, ask them to wait, pending feedback...

Huge responsibility in life, but its a blessing. :)

*you may think i am just saying it so 'song' cause i'm not yet a mother. 'Just wait till you have one youself' but well, i may say it out of the now 'feel' but i do appreciate this given experience.

The huru-hara of politics. Whose next, Whose hot.
Well deserved, no? this that and every bit of that.
I dunno.

Don't say papers, cause people just pass me sheets that i should see.
Fashion, whats next, who got featured, big scale fashion reports, ads, ads, ads and more ads.
I'm tired of it all, shoving it next to my already piled up piles of files and magazines.
It would be buried in no second.

On message i blurted that work sucks. Bestie replied: workload sucks.
I can't agree more. Cannot say i dislike what i do, its just a little bit overwhleming.
Someone panged me this morning.
" IF YOU WANT TO BE GOOD, YOU HAVE TO BE BETTER THAN THIS"
Not only was i dumbstrucked, i was ... i felt... like someone shoved something right up my backside.

Its sore, no doubt. It hurts, no doubt.

Compare to the other guns that shot right through me, sap sap sui la.

Saw something i probably shouldn't see yesterday.
Did something i shouldn't even think of doing today.
Feeling lousy at the end of the day.
Tonight, i wonder how stupid i can ever get.

Sometimes, its a gift to be ignorant.
How about stupid and ignorant.
Its a perfect duo.. think less which leads to
lesser stress, lesser pimples, more sleep, more laughter.

All hail the princess of stupidity.

Drama

Whats life without drama. Of course being dramatic has its cost, it really depends on whose expenses that its dramatised.

Life is a drama, oh well, at least with the people around me.
Own serialised drama, how many episodes? up to you..
Sitting with my bestie going through weekly updates in life, money cannot buy.
Eventhough it has been 11 years knowing each other,
theres always something new about the person.

Girls and drama has an invisible connection. We do, we talk and we laugh.
Its sometimes soppy Korean scenes where someone died of a sudden illness,
Its sometimes chines kung fu fighting drama where physical strengths is accounted for,
Sometimes its tamil or hindi movies where dancing around coconut trees seems like the best thing to do.. like EVER...
Sometimes, chick flicks where we just show our dumb blond moments.. pretence sometimes comes so naturally, its scary.

Dramas dramas dramas... Its something we live with everyday.
how is your drama script coming along? still writing? so am i.
I change my script hourly and i don't know now the genre of my little drama.
Still am working on it...

ps: i like your script so far... keep it up :p