I am just done with a 3-days workshop that ended yesterday, so am taking a moment to just space out and earn some well deserved snaketime.
Some random updates:
- I missed out on yoga this week due to the workshop. I am not sure if it's just some psychological impact or what but I could have sworn my old nagging backpain peeked back a little yesterday. Remediation: strict 9-6 for the next couple of days :D
- I have been trying to wear out my war-gear before the hectic-walk-fest and it has been painful :( Two pinches on the outer side of my right foot but I am slowly getting there! There were three pinches on my first wear. Remediation: keep wearing to soften it otherwise splurge on a new comfort+style :D
- STF is finally relocating, FINALLY! He was supposed to move out of his current existing location like Oct 06?! He's a NATO (no action, talk only) not only in terms of work performance but even on moving seats!!! But he has to go cos a new one is coming in next Monday. No doubt he was once ok but his constant procrastination and mega BS is just overwhelming. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Remediation: what remediation? Happy celebrate la!
- We have an in lieu holiday tomorrow. A much needed one after the recent influx of urgent work. Action: Offline for 3 days, catch up with Magges, eat, sleep and spend some TLC moments with loved ones. Enquiry: how did the meeting with the Senior Partner go?
- I sent in fatty's pair of pants to the tailor to fix the burst zipper. Was supposed to collect it on Monday but it totally slipped my mind!! Oopsie daisy! Remediation: collect it pronto tomorrow :D
- I ate some superb sun-dried tomatoes bread this morning. It was one of those home-baked fresh loaf (not so fresh by the time I ate today since it came home on Monday) infused with very tasty sun-dried tomatoes in a light spanking orangey red colour. It came from Bakery in Sri Hartamas. I want more!!! Remediation: drop by tomorrow to pick up. Write down road instructions. :D
- I always get spam mails from my mom :( She thinks she's forwarding really good true-to-God-happened-in-real-life-yo! emails. And then we have discussions over dinner on the severity of such incidences and how much precaution we should be taking with sentences starting like "That's why I keep telling you all...... ". *sigh*. Remediation: insert rule to delete incoming mails from mom? Start a chain on some absurd claims of how talking about other people's alleged misfortunes over dinner can ruin family relationships, and see if this gets back to her? :D
No more.
Thursday, 29 March 2007
Tuesday, 27 March 2007
Dear Shee...
whoever said being a parent was easy? i can only recall the kinda mental trauma i put my mum thru while i was growing up and at that exasperated age of 16! i am not sure if sharing this will work as we're all our own individuals - but my mum has always been strict and fair with us. when i was at the age of 16, she can yell at me, ground me, refuse to give my any allowance when i was being nasty, yet i thought i was above it all. her words fell on deaf ears and i really did what i wanted to do, which at that time thought i was right.
mum held her ground. after a while, i came to. afterall, who am i to challenge mum? i stopped doing what i thought was ok (eg in Josh's case, not handing in his assignments on time etc). today, i am glad she held to her beliefs. that it was unheard of that i lived life as tho' without needing any parental guidance nor restrictions.
maybe what u can do is to understand his concerns, and at the same time, make him understand your concerns. that it is important you raise him up well because he means the world to you and that him achieving good grades at this stage of life is important to give himself a better future. make him understand why u placed so much emphasis on certain things which u, in your worldly motherhood experience, feel so passionate about which he may not see now but eventually will.
talk to him like an adult - nothing gives a younger one more reason and exposure than being treated like one (sometimes).
if all else fails, use your tears and disappointment to get to him. most children can't bear to see their parents going thru those kinda grief. but use this only as a last resort :p
*big hug*
*I can'f for the life of me remember my password*
mum held her ground. after a while, i came to. afterall, who am i to challenge mum? i stopped doing what i thought was ok (eg in Josh's case, not handing in his assignments on time etc). today, i am glad she held to her beliefs. that it was unheard of that i lived life as tho' without needing any parental guidance nor restrictions.
maybe what u can do is to understand his concerns, and at the same time, make him understand your concerns. that it is important you raise him up well because he means the world to you and that him achieving good grades at this stage of life is important to give himself a better future. make him understand why u placed so much emphasis on certain things which u, in your worldly motherhood experience, feel so passionate about which he may not see now but eventually will.
talk to him like an adult - nothing gives a younger one more reason and exposure than being treated like one (sometimes).
if all else fails, use your tears and disappointment to get to him. most children can't bear to see their parents going thru those kinda grief. but use this only as a last resort :p
*big hug*
*I can'f for the life of me remember my password*
Thursday, 22 March 2007
Allergy
Having read Magges' post on her baby's sensitive note - I thought I'd share my nose allergy with you so you would ever so kindly be wary of this condition of mine and attempt to NOT make life difficult for me. This thought was further fueled by a couple of M&E guys who were fixing the ceiling lights above the cubicle beside mine.
You see, I really can't stand the stench of BOs!!! I can unassumingly pick it up as soon as I come within a fairly close proximity of someone infested with it, that my nose immediately pinches over, automatically hold my breath and gag on the remnants that manage to sneak up my nostrils while my brain digested before reacting. And then I take a testing whiff (otherwise no oxygen) and can sometimes repeat the same cycle but with a much stronger effect as my lungs would then be empty of clean air.
I really can't comprehend why some of them folks are unable to smell themselves smelling bad?! I mean, don't they geddit when people do a nose twich - ala Bewitched, whenever they walk by? Or when the flies just drop dead around them?
The honest to goodness sweat from playing a sporting activity is fine. Same goes for wearing bad coloured cotton top (Sportsgirl!! watch it!!) in hot sunny weather. But not when you're just working in an air conditioned office and you emit this strong sour stench that can really make your poor colleagues retch!
For the sake of my own sanity, I have stopped being polite. Not like I go up to them and tell them in their face that they stink bad - oh trust me, I'd like that, but for fear of being beaten up or worse, grabbed tight and shoved under their armpits for all eternity until their smell is implanted in my nostrils forever and ever, I instead give them a poor pitiful frown, tsk'd just a wee bit, raise my hanky (or paper towels, whichever's closest) (okok, I am not so dainty-glam that I carry a hanky, for other reasons, perhaps) to cover my powdered nose, and keep glancing at them out of the corner of my eye to see when they're making a move out of my breathing air-space. Gosh - quite the rude huh.
But but but.. I'm not even asking for eu de toilette yet!! Just decent basic self care and cleanliness, which is something our fellow countrymen lacks quite sorely :( 3 basic skin-care: wash, soap, deodorant!
But if you want to earn karma points and go to heaven; bring on the Polo Black's, the Issey's, the Cerutti's, the CKs and the Chanel's. There's nothing like being a walking smelling pot of hotsex. ;)
Seriously, I don't know why I'm griping so much about this when I have tonnes of work to do. Tiddle doo now! *sniff*
You see, I really can't stand the stench of BOs!!! I can unassumingly pick it up as soon as I come within a fairly close proximity of someone infested with it, that my nose immediately pinches over, automatically hold my breath and gag on the remnants that manage to sneak up my nostrils while my brain digested before reacting. And then I take a testing whiff (otherwise no oxygen) and can sometimes repeat the same cycle but with a much stronger effect as my lungs would then be empty of clean air.
I really can't comprehend why some of them folks are unable to smell themselves smelling bad?! I mean, don't they geddit when people do a nose twich - ala Bewitched, whenever they walk by? Or when the flies just drop dead around them?
The honest to goodness sweat from playing a sporting activity is fine. Same goes for wearing bad coloured cotton top (Sportsgirl!! watch it!!) in hot sunny weather. But not when you're just working in an air conditioned office and you emit this strong sour stench that can really make your poor colleagues retch!
For the sake of my own sanity, I have stopped being polite. Not like I go up to them and tell them in their face that they stink bad - oh trust me, I'd like that, but for fear of being beaten up or worse, grabbed tight and shoved under their armpits for all eternity until their smell is implanted in my nostrils forever and ever, I instead give them a poor pitiful frown, tsk'd just a wee bit, raise my hanky (or paper towels, whichever's closest) (okok, I am not so dainty-glam that I carry a hanky, for other reasons, perhaps) to cover my powdered nose, and keep glancing at them out of the corner of my eye to see when they're making a move out of my breathing air-space. Gosh - quite the rude huh.
But but but.. I'm not even asking for eu de toilette yet!! Just decent basic self care and cleanliness, which is something our fellow countrymen lacks quite sorely :( 3 basic skin-care: wash, soap, deodorant!
But if you want to earn karma points and go to heaven; bring on the Polo Black's, the Issey's, the Cerutti's, the CKs and the Chanel's. There's nothing like being a walking smelling pot of hotsex. ;)
Seriously, I don't know why I'm griping so much about this when I have tonnes of work to do. Tiddle doo now! *sniff*
Monday, 19 March 2007
Flat-lined
Over the weekend, I got my war gear for my major hectic-walk-fest next month. Not the above exactly (reptiles, amphibians and I don't go well at all) but something very similar :D I have been hunting high and low for quite sometime now and finally came across a good bargain in an almost perfect timing. I had to hunt for a pair of comfy walking smart casual easy to match yet dainty pair of flats which will protect my bare feet trudging across all sorts of terrains in the coming months. Saw 2 different pairs, requested for my size, one came back and the other was sold out. Paraded it for the Pip twice, a single nod each time, 5 minutes later and it was a done deal. I'm such a straight-forward shopper! I've yet to try out the comfort level in mine but I'm guessing a few trial sessions should "wear" it well. Yay me!
Tuesday, 13 March 2007
Yoga
I attended my very first yoga session earlier. It is not an easy feat! Rewind a little, I have been having a bad back for quite some time now, mainly due to bad seating posture as a result of long hours in front of the computer. After getting a 17" flat TFT screen to project my 10" light weight laptop to avoid hunched back strains, 2 visits to the doctor, a brief period of painkillers and a tube of Deep Heat later, the pain returned! :(
Anyone with prolonged muscle aches can tell you how irritating it is to be enduring it at funny times throughout the day. I can simply be reaching down to pick a pebble off my shoe, bending a little to refill my water tumbler, shifting positions while in bed - boom! spasm attack. I would recoil so fast with a yelp that you may think I got burnt in the ass.
As the doctor advised, I should be going for more body massages or attend yoga classes. Hmm, tough choice here. Once a week; RM 70 per body massage vs free yoga from the company. Sigh, how I wish it could be free body massages from the company! Heh.
So yep, I just went for my first yoga class. Suffice to say, the Instructor kept murmuring;
"fadedbutterfly, bend your knees straight"
"fadedbutterfly, relax your facial muscles"
"fadedbutterfly, curl your toes in"
"fadedbutterfly, relax your facial muscles"
"fadedbutterfly, spread your palms wide"
"fadedbutterfly, relax your facial muscles"
With every stretch I do, every hamstring I stretch, every degrees my legs are raised, every angle I turn... I wince in pain. That is how fit I am. :(
Anyone with prolonged muscle aches can tell you how irritating it is to be enduring it at funny times throughout the day. I can simply be reaching down to pick a pebble off my shoe, bending a little to refill my water tumbler, shifting positions while in bed - boom! spasm attack. I would recoil so fast with a yelp that you may think I got burnt in the ass.
As the doctor advised, I should be going for more body massages or attend yoga classes. Hmm, tough choice here. Once a week; RM 70 per body massage vs free yoga from the company. Sigh, how I wish it could be free body massages from the company! Heh.
So yep, I just went for my first yoga class. Suffice to say, the Instructor kept murmuring;
"fadedbutterfly, bend your knees straight"
"fadedbutterfly, relax your facial muscles"
"fadedbutterfly, curl your toes in"
"fadedbutterfly, relax your facial muscles"
"fadedbutterfly, spread your palms wide"
"fadedbutterfly, relax your facial muscles"
With every stretch I do, every hamstring I stretch, every degrees my legs are raised, every angle I turn... I wince in pain. That is how fit I am. :(
Monday, 12 March 2007
Heroes
I started Heroes S1 during the weekend. I many likey it! Back to the days of TV series obsession which was temporarily halted due to unfortunate circumstances. The list now owing:
1. 24 S6
2. Grey's Anatomy S3 - ep 11 onwards
3. Veronica Mars S3
4. Desparate Housewives S3 - ep 11 onwards
I guess I'd like to be Peter Petrelli if given the choice.
So YOU must start watching Heroes if you haven't already!
So we can discuss ep. 17 cos I just don't geddit. :p
1. 24 S6
2. Grey's Anatomy S3 - ep 11 onwards
3. Veronica Mars S3
4. Desparate Housewives S3 - ep 11 onwards
I guess I'd like to be Peter Petrelli if given the choice.
So YOU must start watching Heroes if you haven't already!
So we can discuss ep. 17 cos I just don't geddit. :p
Wednesday, 7 March 2007
Then and now
I was sifting through random files over the weekend and came across a picture so hilarious that I made 3 other people laughed till they almost died.
The year was 1985 and there we were, Magges and I, standing side by side with our super blur looks, old school hairstyle, and me being taller than her. Heh. We went to kindy together.
And today, more than 2 decades later, we're still standing side by side with our super blur looks, slightly new hairstyle, and me still being taller than her. Heh. We went to high school, college and uni together.
All but missing one Bogge.
Monday, 5 March 2007
My passion at work...
... is to kill some people. A certain someone to be exact but I can easily fill up the list in a split second! I remember when I was younger, a good 10 years ago, Magges and I would spend endless hours playing and plotting this superb game "Name 10 people you will kill if you could do it without getting in trouble". Oh I remember those days and I remember some names from back then too - a certain miss Val from Magges' list. Heh.
Today (and almost every other day to be exact), I want to kill a certain ugly-balding-leery-chinapek. Now, for a start I hardly ever accuse anyone of being ugly because heck, I ain't some hot chicca myself. If I was, I would probably tell ugly people that they're ugly. Second of all, I am above that in the sense that I believe everyone of us is individually beautiful inside. But this post is not about self-righteousness la ok. So getting back to my anger - yeah, I wanna shoot this ugly-balding-leery-chinapek 10 times over because he is a big time slacker who brags into your face every chance he gets, has no table manners whatsoever, wears black rims cos he thinks its IN and has a maniacal laughter while thinking he is God's gift to his colleagues. I so totally hate braggats because I am not privilege enough to mix with the elite circle who are entitled to brag within their own rights but instead, am surrounded by some who brag way above their social entitlement!
Imagine scenarios and conversations like these:
*early Monday morning*
UBLC: wah, you know ar.. last night I had alot to drink. Almost finished a bottle of *watever, cant remember*. But should have brought it for u la.
Me: *looks at him. looks away. thinks to self, what is the relevance of that statement when I don't drink with you, I don't want to know what you did over the weekend, I don't care if you drink yourself drunk and don't come in to work today. scowl*
*mid hectic Monday afternoon*
UBLC: so hey, the lunch tomorrow how? are you going?
Me: No, I declined the invite
UBLC: oh ok la, then we can take BH to some other place.
Me: Oh, he is he flying in tomorrow? Ok la, whatever.
UBLC: Yea and I'm flying off tomorrow already
Me: *scowl*
After repeatedly dropping hints, as though they're farts from a bean meal, for the last 3 weeks on his upcoming business travel to some other 3rd world country. Every freaking opportunity he gets; its always "ooh, I'm flying off to xx" in an arrogant manner. For crying out loud - wtf?!! It's only like his 2nd trip and to some chekai place!! Big freaking deal!!
I just hate it when others try to lure me into a conversation which I have no interest in whatsoever so they can brag about it. Why? It makes them think they very keng chau isit? KNS.
So my list of 10 names would probably be something like this:
1. UBLC
2. UBLC
3. UBLC
...
...
10. UBLC
*scowl scowl*
Today (and almost every other day to be exact), I want to kill a certain ugly-balding-leery-chinapek. Now, for a start I hardly ever accuse anyone of being ugly because heck, I ain't some hot chicca myself. If I was, I would probably tell ugly people that they're ugly. Second of all, I am above that in the sense that I believe everyone of us is individually beautiful inside. But this post is not about self-righteousness la ok. So getting back to my anger - yeah, I wanna shoot this ugly-balding-leery-chinapek 10 times over because he is a big time slacker who brags into your face every chance he gets, has no table manners whatsoever, wears black rims cos he thinks its IN and has a maniacal laughter while thinking he is God's gift to his colleagues. I so totally hate braggats because I am not privilege enough to mix with the elite circle who are entitled to brag within their own rights but instead, am surrounded by some who brag way above their social entitlement!
Imagine scenarios and conversations like these:
*early Monday morning*
UBLC: wah, you know ar.. last night I had alot to drink. Almost finished a bottle of *watever, cant remember*. But should have brought it for u la.
Me: *looks at him. looks away. thinks to self, what is the relevance of that statement when I don't drink with you, I don't want to know what you did over the weekend, I don't care if you drink yourself drunk and don't come in to work today. scowl*
*mid hectic Monday afternoon*
UBLC: so hey, the lunch tomorrow how? are you going?
Me: No, I declined the invite
UBLC: oh ok la, then we can take BH to some other place.
Me: Oh, he is he flying in tomorrow? Ok la, whatever.
UBLC: Yea and I'm flying off tomorrow already
Me: *scowl*
After repeatedly dropping hints, as though they're farts from a bean meal, for the last 3 weeks on his upcoming business travel to some other 3rd world country. Every freaking opportunity he gets; its always "ooh, I'm flying off to xx" in an arrogant manner. For crying out loud - wtf?!! It's only like his 2nd trip and to some chekai place!! Big freaking deal!!
I just hate it when others try to lure me into a conversation which I have no interest in whatsoever so they can brag about it. Why? It makes them think they very keng chau isit? KNS.
So my list of 10 names would probably be something like this:
1. UBLC
2. UBLC
3. UBLC
...
...
10. UBLC
*scowl scowl*
Thursday, 1 March 2007
I love bubblies
Really nice packaging
I bought a bottle of bubbly en route back from Dubai with the intention of sharing some pink love with my loved ones on Valentine's day. But alas, due to unforeseen circumstances, popping it on the designated day was not possible.
Coupled with the 11th day of the chinese Lunar New Year and the ample of prawns (my 2nd favourite seafoodie) which were prepared in 3 different styles; sambal, har lok and ginger & soy sauce baked, we gathered yesterday to toast to a year of prosperity and good health. *clink*
The Brut Imperial Rose costs a little more than the Brut Imperial but tasted so much better! It has a tinge of sweetness within its pink trickles. Sadly, that is the only way I can describe it for I am no connoisseur of the golden bubbly. Yet.
I wonder when would be a good opportunity to indulge in West-In KL, Prego's champagne brunch? Well I always have this notion that day-time drinking will pass me out pronto. Something to do with the heat and brightness and lobster-like burn I will emanate. Perhaps when bogge (heh) is back and magges finds new slutclothes and the 3 of us will pull through our 20km-away-from-home-holiday? Afterall, we plan to go crazy during then! ;)
*clink*
Coupled with the 11th day of the chinese Lunar New Year and the ample of prawns (my 2nd favourite seafoodie) which were prepared in 3 different styles; sambal, har lok and ginger & soy sauce baked, we gathered yesterday to toast to a year of prosperity and good health. *clink*
The Brut Imperial Rose costs a little more than the Brut Imperial but tasted so much better! It has a tinge of sweetness within its pink trickles. Sadly, that is the only way I can describe it for I am no connoisseur of the golden bubbly. Yet.
I wonder when would be a good opportunity to indulge in West-In KL, Prego's champagne brunch? Well I always have this notion that day-time drinking will pass me out pronto. Something to do with the heat and brightness and lobster-like burn I will emanate. Perhaps when bogge (heh) is back and magges finds new slutclothes and the 3 of us will pull through our 20km-away-from-home-holiday? Afterall, we plan to go crazy during then! ;)
*clink*
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