Got a call from my ex yesterday at 2 freaking am. He was shouting something , I couldn't hear what but he sounded angry with me. I was about to pull myself out of exhausted sleep mode to listen to him but then I realized, hey he's my ex!
And then basically told him to go to sleep and I'll call him back in the morning.
Haha.
Krabi in a few hours and everything is lying everywhere except where it should be - in the bag. I figure I can get it together after I arrive, lah. Chill la.
Stayed up til 2am to finish writing to get on the call to talk this morning - but then the call ended absurdly early and hence i missed it. Woke up at 7am for nothing.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
nothing to say
Its been a walk down memory lane.
I can't forget the fridge magnets you bought me - from Pebble Beach in California, Asakusa in Japan and Hanoi in Vietnam. Glad you liked me enough to buy me fridge magnets, though my defense mechanism couldnt bear to let you get close then.
But I'm happy now too. Different kind of happy, but happy.
Kicking off my birthday celebrations with Mouse in Krabi this weekend where we have booked a villa right by the sea with a private pool. It's in the middle of nowhere, which is good. We can finally sit around drinking tea and doing nothing.
26 feels old. My friend who's 26 has 1 year old twin daughters. But those who are 30 tell me in no uncertain terms - "you stupid shit, stop complaining. you hv 4 more years to reach 20k in earnings per month, the target you need to drive your Audi TT and come out of Ferragamo with a bag every time. thats a shitload of time considering where you are now, you bitch."
And to which, I have nothing to say... except... "oh anyway.. did i tell you about my dining chairs?"
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At first glance, UK's budget 2010 looks fair. You cut some, you give some. CGT higher for higher income earners, personal tax rebate removing 880k of the lowest income earners from taxpaying, and a freeze in public sector pay hikes for two years. If in Malaysia, the last act would be tantamount to political suicide. But rightly so because years of income disparity have left the masses of public servants extremely underpaid.
Our Parliament is supposed to be debating the 10MP from last week to this week. No news especially on the subsidy rationalization, which we really need. No wonder nobody gives a shit about that 10MP - have you seen the hardcopy? It's thick enough to kill a dog with one swipe.
I personally haven't read it because its pointless knowing what we "should" do. Thats what we're famous for. Uttering statements with "should" in it, or "this department has been instructed by this minister to look into this" - haha. says nothing, eh? The West should learn from the Malaysians on how to say very little while saying alot. Case in point - Just look at the damn 10 Malaysia Plan.
I can't forget the fridge magnets you bought me - from Pebble Beach in California, Asakusa in Japan and Hanoi in Vietnam. Glad you liked me enough to buy me fridge magnets, though my defense mechanism couldnt bear to let you get close then.
But I'm happy now too. Different kind of happy, but happy.
Kicking off my birthday celebrations with Mouse in Krabi this weekend where we have booked a villa right by the sea with a private pool. It's in the middle of nowhere, which is good. We can finally sit around drinking tea and doing nothing.
26 feels old. My friend who's 26 has 1 year old twin daughters. But those who are 30 tell me in no uncertain terms - "you stupid shit, stop complaining. you hv 4 more years to reach 20k in earnings per month, the target you need to drive your Audi TT and come out of Ferragamo with a bag every time. thats a shitload of time considering where you are now, you bitch."
And to which, I have nothing to say... except... "oh anyway.. did i tell you about my dining chairs?"
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At first glance, UK's budget 2010 looks fair. You cut some, you give some. CGT higher for higher income earners, personal tax rebate removing 880k of the lowest income earners from taxpaying, and a freeze in public sector pay hikes for two years. If in Malaysia, the last act would be tantamount to political suicide. But rightly so because years of income disparity have left the masses of public servants extremely underpaid.
Our Parliament is supposed to be debating the 10MP from last week to this week. No news especially on the subsidy rationalization, which we really need. No wonder nobody gives a shit about that 10MP - have you seen the hardcopy? It's thick enough to kill a dog with one swipe.
I personally haven't read it because its pointless knowing what we "should" do. Thats what we're famous for. Uttering statements with "should" in it, or "this department has been instructed by this minister to look into this" - haha. says nothing, eh? The West should learn from the Malaysians on how to say very little while saying alot. Case in point - Just look at the damn 10 Malaysia Plan.
Monday, June 21, 2010
the sweetest crush
"Happiness matters, it is what warms the bed at night - not your reams of reports with your name on it" - Quote of the day.
After 6 months of living out of balance, I'm starting to even out the scales.
Metrodad's latest post is the bomb. Made me re-live my childhood crushes all over again. Not that I had many, my standards back then were probably twice as high as they are now (><) because I had to have a boy who was taller than me (abit hard cos my legs grew faster than my peers), could read better than me (Peter and Jane at 1, beat that yo), could climb the jungle gym faster than me, and be handsome (with the cute side parting I liked in little boys when I was a little girl). No such luck, later on I found out and had to downgrade my standards, especially with regards to the side parting because most of the boys who had them were gay.
One lesson I learnt though - painfully - was that all my crushes never loved me back. They always went for the girl with the fairer skin and straighter hair. (I ran around in the sun all day and only straightened my hair when I was 17) So I learnt never to crush because that was tantamount to a fucking jinx on any potential blossoming of romance. And I learnt to be wary of fair-skinned girls with straight hair, you just can't beat the innocent doe-eyed princess look, no matter how articulate, intelligent, charming, witty and charismatic you are. That lesson unfortunately has continued to persist even up til I celebrated my 24th birthday. (I'll be 26 next week)
Because of said skintone and funky hair, the only crush I managed to land for some degree of permanency was when I was 16. The closest thingamie to a childhood love there was in my sadly limited youth, one that was spent achieving a perfect CV to ultimately land this current job. The details of our romance escape me now - because I would rather die than date and marry the person he is now - but the absolute saccharine sweetness from those feelings of yesteryears remain.
Imagine, he called me his Cinderella. My 16 year old heart was no match for that.
So do you still remember who you used to love? The one you spend the whole night up folding those stupid paper stars for? (Guilty as charged)
The one you hid in the downstairs closet for at 830pm just so you could be the first to rush to the phone because he promised to call then?
Damn do I remember. :)
Thursday, June 17, 2010
would you like the boston thermidor? its from boston
The rich food saga that began from Singapore has not abated in its intensity and well, rich-ness.
Eest at Westin is officially off the favourite list ever since they took away those really special lunch boxes that are categorized according to different countries - Thailand, Vietnam, China, Malaysia and Japan. But a new restaurant comes online to replace it and that is Pacifica at the Mandarin Oriental. Boston lobster thermidor? Ole!
Had Westin for lunch and Mandarin for dinner.
Can you spell F-A-T?
I can write it with a paintbrush held between my toes, blindfolded and hanging upside down from the ceiling.
Tomorrow I'm signing up for gym membership at the KLCC Fitness First. Been recommended a trainer who's short and ugly but I don't care because I sure as hell do not want a cute trainer to see my flab, and because this dude is known for being hardworking and focused which is good because that translates to faster flab loss.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
The Ex Story
I thank God that my ex.. is my ex.
And not my current.
Even after 3 years apart, he still manages to piss me off every other time we have a conversation. The rest of the times, I'm just swallowing and thinking "water off a duck's back, water off a duck's back".
He roils on and on about how he doesn't deserve to be treated that way, but heck, after screaming about how two relationships go the same way, don't you think it's about time one considers what the only constant was in those two relationships?
You, my friend. You are the constant. And that probably means, 7 out of 10 times, you asked for it. I'm not going to speculate, whether it was your
a) Tactless behaviour towards your girlfriend's friends
b) Absolute pig-headedness and paranoia
or
c) Insecurity probably stemming from the fact your parents have such a hot and cold, off and on, sometimes there sometimes not, giving love and taking it back kind of relationship with you.
- but something's gotta give.
And I quit being the person who tries tirelessly to point it out to you, even after 3 years, in every countless way imaginable - nice, hard, honest, candid, fluffy, whatever.
I don't mean to curse you or be morbid.
But.
You will die alone.
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This of all things is the highlight of my day. Not even the fact that I'm being pushed to launch another report can stress me out so much. I have now learned the absolute painful truth of what the sentence "The shit never ends" means.
It really doesn't.
Every day I get tested. This 6 month uphill climb is torturous. I have moaned about quitting my job so often that CPO Boy will one day scream at me to just do it.
On another note, I have bought dining chairs. At long last. They remind me awfully of a Herman Miller chair, except they're not. Lol. One Herman I can afford. But not 3.
I can afford made in France placemats though. The lady from the Pavilion furniture shop on the highest floor was raving about the Made in France placemats that I ended up suckered into buying 6. For 200 dollars. Just because they matched the curtains.
I bought a rubbish can too. Just because they matched my kitchen walls. Haha.
This is never going to end. I love it. Waiting to see what treasure I get to pounce on next.
And not my current.
Even after 3 years apart, he still manages to piss me off every other time we have a conversation. The rest of the times, I'm just swallowing and thinking "water off a duck's back, water off a duck's back".
He roils on and on about how he doesn't deserve to be treated that way, but heck, after screaming about how two relationships go the same way, don't you think it's about time one considers what the only constant was in those two relationships?
You, my friend. You are the constant. And that probably means, 7 out of 10 times, you asked for it. I'm not going to speculate, whether it was your
a) Tactless behaviour towards your girlfriend's friends
b) Absolute pig-headedness and paranoia
or
c) Insecurity probably stemming from the fact your parents have such a hot and cold, off and on, sometimes there sometimes not, giving love and taking it back kind of relationship with you.
- but something's gotta give.
And I quit being the person who tries tirelessly to point it out to you, even after 3 years, in every countless way imaginable - nice, hard, honest, candid, fluffy, whatever.
I don't mean to curse you or be morbid.
But.
You will die alone.
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This of all things is the highlight of my day. Not even the fact that I'm being pushed to launch another report can stress me out so much. I have now learned the absolute painful truth of what the sentence "The shit never ends" means.
It really doesn't.
Every day I get tested. This 6 month uphill climb is torturous. I have moaned about quitting my job so often that CPO Boy will one day scream at me to just do it.
On another note, I have bought dining chairs. At long last. They remind me awfully of a Herman Miller chair, except they're not. Lol. One Herman I can afford. But not 3.
I can afford made in France placemats though. The lady from the Pavilion furniture shop on the highest floor was raving about the Made in France placemats that I ended up suckered into buying 6. For 200 dollars. Just because they matched the curtains.
I bought a rubbish can too. Just because they matched my kitchen walls. Haha.
This is never going to end. I love it. Waiting to see what treasure I get to pounce on next.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Gucci and Beef
The trip has been a few days of waste and excess amidst very very hard work. The Great Singapore Sale (in acronym-obssessed Singapore, is known as GSS) isn't as great as it used to be when I went there as a 15-year old. Or could it be that the discounts at Gucci aren't as great as the discounts at Giordano?
But thanks to the Gucci family I now have a spanking new name card holder.
The amount of money spent on corporate schmoozing during those few days were probably enough to feed the entire population of Somalia for a year. Watching my obviously more senior bankers and colleagues, it showed me how the big the world was.
But did I feel my world was small?
Not really. Maybe growing older helps you to see past the superficiality and that after all the fine food, the small talk, the whole aura and impression of power and importance you feel when you mix with people who manage billions of dollars, it's just a job and you've got other loves in your life.
Well unless of course those other loves of yours consistently forget to ensure their phones are placed within network range in their house when they know somebody they love is most likely going to call in the next few hours.
Beef.
But thanks to the Gucci family I now have a spanking new name card holder.
The amount of money spent on corporate schmoozing during those few days were probably enough to feed the entire population of Somalia for a year. Watching my obviously more senior bankers and colleagues, it showed me how the big the world was.
But did I feel my world was small?
Not really. Maybe growing older helps you to see past the superficiality and that after all the fine food, the small talk, the whole aura and impression of power and importance you feel when you mix with people who manage billions of dollars, it's just a job and you've got other loves in your life.
Well unless of course those other loves of yours consistently forget to ensure their phones are placed within network range in their house when they know somebody they love is most likely going to call in the next few hours.
Beef.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
What's the Occasion?
I am on leave. *cries with relief*
Though I wasn't crying with relief when I had to wake up at 730am to speak on the morning call, which was pointless in the end because nobody could hear me on the bad line.
Kapish.
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Thumb twiddling is fun. I'm now waiting for the dining table to arrive, after which I can go out and look for some dining chairs. Trying to keep my hands off the Blackberry as work emails keep coming in. *don't look don't look*
*throws phone in remote corner of room*
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Me: I'm on leave for two days.
Friend: Oh, what's the occasion?
Me: Exhaustion.
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Looks like I really can't escape work. Business lunch at Iketeru Hilton. Then back to office to submit a report, and head for quick business drinks. Wasted one day of leave.
But Friday WILL be better. I swear I will potter.
Sit around drinking tea, get Mouse to skive off work and hang out with me. Drinking tea.
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Things to do on Thursday
1)Cervical cancer jab clinic ran out of stock
2) Hair salon
3) Buy laptop bag
4) Submit report
5) Get dining chairs
Though I wasn't crying with relief when I had to wake up at 730am to speak on the morning call, which was pointless in the end because nobody could hear me on the bad line.
Kapish.
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Thumb twiddling is fun. I'm now waiting for the dining table to arrive, after which I can go out and look for some dining chairs. Trying to keep my hands off the Blackberry as work emails keep coming in. *don't look don't look*
*throws phone in remote corner of room*
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Me: I'm on leave for two days.
Friend: Oh, what's the occasion?
Me: Exhaustion.
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Looks like I really can't escape work. Business lunch at Iketeru Hilton. Then back to office to submit a report, and head for quick business drinks. Wasted one day of leave.
But Friday WILL be better. I swear I will potter.
Sit around drinking tea, get Mouse to skive off work and hang out with me. Drinking tea.
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Things to do on Thursday
1)
2) Hair salon
3) Buy laptop bag
4) Submit report
5) Get dining chairs
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