Lama juga!

I haven't been here for AGES

You know, cause of work, work, work.. and sleep! HAHA the usual list of excuses lah.

But really work's taking up most of my time now - I finish at 7pm, and by the time I get home it's usually 10pm, rinse repeat until Friday. The weekend goes by so fast, then it's back in the gray office walls again.

One thing that kept me sane and fully re-energized me was my Krabi/Koh Lanta trip a few weeks back. I won't say anything, cause this says all-




Now I'm relaxing at INKED, Sunway..waiting for Benny to do a fucking miracle on my back ;)

Kerja macam babi

i've been getting enquiries about the shades. they're not mine. my manager's an oakley freak so i just took them off his nose and wore em for the rest of the day.

I've stolen this pic from Ratu Syura which she took of us during Urbanscapes. Yeah I bet a lot of people are tired of reading about this event, but no worries I'm not gonna go all 'ZOMG IT WAS THE SHITZ I HAD SO MUCH FUN IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!#$#@' fan-girl like.

It was HOT and SWEATY which is damn obvious in the pic what with my bangs being extra flat, and my hair being extra messy. Yes, I had free passes but it was only cause I had to work from 11:30 to 6:30 NON STOP, and I didn't get to walk around and enjoy the mad party at night since I had to rush back home, shower, do my hair (or at least I tried), and dress up to look some what decent for a wedding at this horrible hotel -at which food was cold, parking was dodgy, and service was appalling-. But hey, at least all guests got a Godiva chocolate to make up for the icky food (not like I'm a big Godiva fan anyway)

I digress. Back to Urbanscapes.

It was annoyingly suffocating being surrounded by hipster zombies. Skinny pants, nerdy glasses, bright clothes, 4 dozen lomo cams hanging on their necks. Yeah, our booth (MOOKS) sold lomos too but only cause we gladly take your money and put it in our cash register cause the zombies think that lomos are like, SO COOL AND I WANNA BE TRENDY AND COOL LIKE THAT.

I was also annoyed by the hundreds upon hundrers of enquiries about the FREE SHOPPING BAGS (which MOOKS sponsored btw). Fuck I don't know why TiC makes it so damn easy for them to get those bags, just take a picture at our MOOKS booth and voila! Here's something for you kiasu people. At least make them like, buy us beer or something. Cause it was damn hot and I only had enough money for 10 cans (half of which I had to split with the Teej).

And there was this girl, who was like, damn blind or damn stupid or BOTH, cause she came up to me and asked, 'Is this the RIMMEL booth?' My mouth was wide opened for a while, just TAKEN ABACK by her DUMBASS-NESS. Our booth had TEES AND CAMERAS AND FLIPFLOPS. NO I DON'T THINK THIS IS THE RIMMEL BOOTH CAUSE LIKE, RIMMEL IS A MAKE UP BRAND YOU BITCH AND I DON'T EVEN SEE ONE LIP GLOSS HERE, DO YOU?

Yes I had to write that in CAPS cause that was what I was thinking. Yes I think in CAPS sometimes when I'm faced with utterly bimbotic and downright brainless people.

Bah I need to rest now. I've been having a cold since last Tuesday, and I can't be afford to be sick since there are tons of events lined up this month (PD Triathlon, TiC flea market, Ruumz finale party, Stuff magazine anniversary, JUICE magazine anniversary, and the Hennesy Artistry at Bukit Kiara) - 4 of which we are sponsoring so it means more work, apart from the other things that I have to do.

TOIL TOIL TOIL.

Hilang!

Oh-my-gawd I've been missing for quite a while haven't I?

Blame it on work (slave, underpaid, having to deal with bitchy people). Blame it on P1 Wimax which SUCKS ASS MONKEY BALLS. Blame on time because it's always running away from me.

Or you can just blame me cause I'm not that good in managing my time. After work I just want to sleep. Or play Sorority Life which I'm addicted to (no shit, I've actually refused to go to Zouk a few times because I wanted to stay at Starbucks and fight other bitches!!)

So yeah, Miss Independent here (che-wah!) is just too busy with work to do anything else (except for the addictive game mentioned above).

But I'll be back soon with more stories and bitchings, cause you have no idea what kind of people I get to meet on the job. And I don't mean it in a good way.

Hingus

I sneezed a lot today. Drank hot green tea and hot water.

I'm sitting here with a tissue stuffed up my nose.

Attractive, no?

Sudah tua? atau malas?

Gone are the days of having late nights 6 out of 7 days of the week. Gone are the days of clubbing at least 3 nights a week. There are no more 3 hours of sleep. The last time I went out still intoxicated from drinks the night before was in December, when I went for the walkathon right after getting drunk at Zouk.

Now I am your average next door auntie. Yes, I still go to Zouk every weekend (that's cause I'm a member - I hate paying for cover) but from 3 nights down to 1 night a week? Woah. Last time not even getting my neck pierced 2 hours before would stop me from dancing underneath the disco balls. Fast forward to the present, and you see me refusing to go for Lapsap because of a cold. I went to bed at 00:30. I can't stand not having at least 6 hours of sleep, and still I get cranky if I don't get 8 hours.

Haih. Maybe it's like, my body needs a break for 2 months. And party on for 4. And go on a sabbatical again. Repeat.

Inspirasi! Motivasi!

I've been through days, wait make it WEEKS of being emofied and gloomy. Everything seems mundane and unexciting, days and nights waste by in a haze of disinterest and tired movements. Sounds familiar?

It's slowly changing now that I have a job where I learn new things and meet new people. I'm getting more motivated as work piles up - work and pressure, but that's what life is about right?

Recently I came across this link which I wish to share here, because well, it might be useful for anyone who's currently unmotivated and gloomy like I was before. This article shows you how to be happy for FREE. No alcohol, no drugs, no prostitutes, haha. You know those self-help books? It's something like that except it's shorter than a book and you don't have to go to MPH or Borders to read it. Joke.

For real though, it's all about gratitude, which I hardly ever think about unless I lose something, and when I find it I'll be all like, Thank God! But I never really contemplate about the smaller, more significant things. Like my friends here in KL. Even though I'm all alone (family-less), I have friends who are here for me when I'm sad or feel lonely. I'm thankful for the people who have dinner with me, who I can shisha with at Hartamas. Time isn't something you can take for granted, ya know? I'm grateful for my job and my friendly colleagues. For the food I eat every day. For the friendly people at Coffee Bean.

Ah. Me being happy and shit is quite different from me bitching about things. Stinky said I hate 70% of things around me. That's not true dude. You just happen to ask me about stuff I dislike, you never ask about stuff I like!

Aku membebel

Last night we were talking about something I have never understood nor approved: Why do bloggers who post shitloads of pictures (of themselves) and who only talk about themselves get a lot of hits? Who on earth reads them? They're all like, 'I woke up today. I ate a sandwich. I changed my clothes. I went to this ubercool party with (whatever nicknames they give to their friends). I was drunk. 100000000 pix with 'femes' people.' THE END. It's all about ME ME ME and how I AM SO DAMN HAPPENING BECAUSE I GO OUT AT NIGHT.

Nyeh. Brain fart!

Anyway I'm working now, my second day in the office. So far colleagues seem to be friendly. It's just a bit chaotic now because the boss is away, I don't have my own desk and pc yet. I'm using my supervisor's iBook which is a bit old and rosak already. Ugh I hate using it cause there's no right click and I can't scroll down on the touchpad. And the 'close' button is on the left side of the window. Plus the spacebar is spoilt. On its right side. Annoying ZoMG x 5000.

If you're at Solaris MontK, please holler and we can go for drinks. And for the hundredth time, NO, I shall not belanja you because hell, I haven't gotten my paycheck yet! even if I get it I'll still be broke cause I'm buying a Netbook.

Belakangku berwarna-warni

It annoys me to no end when people talk about my tattoos as if I weren't standing in front of them. As if I were deaf. As if I didn't understand English or BM.

Eh fuckers, sedar diri sikit boleh tak?

I'd tell you where I got them done, or if I know any good ink artists if you're interested. If not, just lower your voices plzkthx. Oh, and don't ask me why I have what I have inked on my back. I don't feel it's necessary for me to explain my philosophies or thoughts with other people.

Another irritating and stupid question I tend to get is: 'Are they real?' Hey, do I look like I'd spend the whole morning painting myself with marker pens?

Motivasi yang tak ada

I've been in a sort of daze these past few weeks where everything seems stagnant and there's no excitement in anything I do, and there's nothing that can entice me enough to produce some sparks of hope or motivation.

I feel I'm more vulnerable somehow, like an open wound, sensitive to any foreign object. I let things and people get to me more, like how people tell me I'm fat or 'healthy' -which they think is kinder- .

And right now it's raining outside, I'm alone in the apartment, it's dark. Things are not looking up.

Sigh.

Ugh. I hate feeling like this.