Ladies, I don't think I'll be getting the KFH job... Here's why:
From: raja.zaxxxx@kfh.com.my [mailto:raja.zaxxxxx@kfh.com.my]
Sent: Friday, June 29, 2007 2:05 PM
To: Ja*m**n Za**i
Subject: Re: Writing Test
Dear Jasmeen, Thanks and look forward to receiving the one in Bahasa Malaysia next week.
Regards
Raja xxxxxx R. Dato' Seri xxxxx
Head of Communications & PR
Kuwait Finance House (Malaysia) Berhad
Level 18, Tower 2, MNI Twins11, Jalan Pinang
50450, Kuala Lumpur
Malaysia
I was suddenly stunned. We had to write this two essays for the writing test, as part of the job interview lah. I submitted the first one to her, then continued on the second one. Suddenly I got the above email. Bila masa pulak ada BM test ni?
Actually the second topic was supposed to be written in Bahasa. I was reading the questions waaaayyy to fast.
Writing Test
Please write a few paragraphs in English on what you think of the traffic situation in Kuala Lumpur. What can be done to improve the situation?
A two page write-up in Bahasa Malaysia on what can be done to attract more tourists to Malaysia in view of “Visit Malaysia Year 2007”
How could I have missed that! The Comms Head must think I'm too gelojoh for the job. Boo *freaking* hoo. Let's keep our fingers (and toes!) crossed.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
one tiny step
I really should be sleeping by now because I didn't get my full 6-hours last nite.
OK, so I emailed my boss and told him I want to take Wednesday off. Why? Because I finally decided that I should go to the Pejabat Agama and file for my divorce. Why? Because I don't believe that he is going to let me go just like that. Without a fight. Whatever it is, I have to file my grievances first.
Yeah, it's a tiny step. It's just a plan. What if Wednesday comes and I chicken out? What if I go to the Keramat Pejabat Agama and they do the "oh-you-have-to-go-to-the-one-in-kajang" act? Will I just get back in my car and drive off?
I am so adrenaline-pumped right now it's not even funny. Bring it on!
OK, so I emailed my boss and told him I want to take Wednesday off. Why? Because I finally decided that I should go to the Pejabat Agama and file for my divorce. Why? Because I don't believe that he is going to let me go just like that. Without a fight. Whatever it is, I have to file my grievances first.
Yeah, it's a tiny step. It's just a plan. What if Wednesday comes and I chicken out? What if I go to the Keramat Pejabat Agama and they do the "oh-you-have-to-go-to-the-one-in-kajang" act? Will I just get back in my car and drive off?
I am so adrenaline-pumped right now it's not even funny. Bring it on!
Will jazzmatazzed have the balls to fill in those forms?
Will she just wake up and decide to just go to the office?
Will she move from making that one tiny step to taking the big leap?
Catch it all here live on Wednesday!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
show me da money
I shocked myself today. Yes peeps, I went to Kuwait Finance House for a job interview this morning. Now I can't really tell you why exactly... A bank? I've never imagined that I'd even consider working at a bank. Me and banks are like oil and water. But I figured I need the money so bad (I asked for quite a chunk from what I'm paid now) AND I think the most important thing is that, I WANT TO FACE MY FEARS.
I've always been terrified working for a financial institution. The only thing I know about finances is - SHOPPING! So here I am applying for a Corporate Comm managerial post at Malaysia's largest Islamic bank. Whenever I draft press releases and something financial comes up, it's straight to the finance people - I don't even bother trying to understand the NAVs, EPS, P&L what have you. Whenever I write drafts for the annual report, I had to read line by line - revenue, turnover, EBITDA and it will take me a while to digest them. When it comes to the bullshitting and the operations review, I'm faster than a speeding bullet.
But the interview was interesting, I got asked (among many other questions):
1. Why did you minor in Theology and Art History?
2. How do you tackle difficult people? How do you convince them to believe in something?
3. Why do you want to leave your current job?
I think I didn't do too well on the interview - I was overly talkative (lupa diri sekejap), I might be overselling myself and I kinda lost that firm first handshake because I was waiting for too darn long in that tiny interview room.
It's ok, I'd have to purchase headscarves if I get this job :)
I've always been terrified working for a financial institution. The only thing I know about finances is - SHOPPING! So here I am applying for a Corporate Comm managerial post at Malaysia's largest Islamic bank. Whenever I draft press releases and something financial comes up, it's straight to the finance people - I don't even bother trying to understand the NAVs, EPS, P&L what have you. Whenever I write drafts for the annual report, I had to read line by line - revenue, turnover, EBITDA and it will take me a while to digest them. When it comes to the bullshitting and the operations review, I'm faster than a speeding bullet.
But the interview was interesting, I got asked (among many other questions):
1. Why did you minor in Theology and Art History?
I answered: Because I went to a Catholic school and instead of succumbing to people's worse fears that you will become Catholicised, I found renewed love and interest for Islam.
I wanted to say: Because I am, deep down, a freaking hippie.
2. How do you tackle difficult people? How do you convince them to believe in something?
I answered: Engineers are definitely difficult people to work with, but what you have to do is be friends with them first. Then try to persuade them without actually blatantly persuading them. You've gotta speak highly of their opinions, make them believe that you take them seriously and then go in for the kill. (without actually going in for the kill) Apa aku cakap ni????
I wanted to say: I can put on a dress with a plunging neckline and bat my eyelashes like a damsel in distress.
3. Why do you want to leave your current job?
I answered: I have to be honest with you, it's all about the money.
I wanted to say: Because Rxxhixx is a f*cked up place to work in and in spite of all the good news you read in the papers, I haven't had a bonus in two freaking years. But then again, I didn't wanna badmouth the company.
I think I didn't do too well on the interview - I was overly talkative (lupa diri sekejap), I might be overselling myself and I kinda lost that firm first handshake because I was waiting for too darn long in that tiny interview room.
It's ok, I'd have to purchase headscarves if I get this job :)
Sunday, June 24, 2007
to my bagophile friends...
Splurged on bags during my Jakarta trip, I kinda went through Third World hell to get these babies, reduced me to bargaining like an auntie. Look at 'em and weep...
The Gucci 85th Anniversary Tote. And a bit of a closeup sikit...
This miu miu one is so casual and the soft leather really got me. And it has that laid-back look and roomy enough for just about anything. And it comes with a detachable sling too. Definitely a weekend/shopping bag.
It was love at first sight when I saw this one. This one is my ultimate favourite out of the lot. It's got a bit of a rock chic thing going on here, with the metal plates and studs at the bottom :
This one's a real beauty...Just look at the tassels with the bamboo details. The Gucci logo is also engraved in script, which I thought looked pretty cool. By the way, it's called a Gucci 'race' bag.
These two Guess weekend handbags are dirt cheap it's blasphemous, really. Anyway, they're souvenirs for friends, I'm not THAT greedy.
Finally, after all that bag shopping, plus going crazy over Polo shirts and t-shirts and the boys' shirts I knew there won't be enough room in my luggage bag anymore. I just had to buy this Gucci pull-bag:
Phew! And this is when I DIDN'T have time to shop, I wonder what would happen if I go on a shopping only trip. It's just unthinkable!
The Gucci 85th Anniversary Tote. And a bit of a closeup sikit...
This miu miu one is so casual and the soft leather really got me. And it has that laid-back look and roomy enough for just about anything. And it comes with a detachable sling too. Definitely a weekend/shopping bag.
It was love at first sight when I saw this one. This one is my ultimate favourite out of the lot. It's got a bit of a rock chic thing going on here, with the metal plates and studs at the bottom :
This one's a real beauty...Just look at the tassels with the bamboo details. The Gucci logo is also engraved in script, which I thought looked pretty cool. By the way, it's called a Gucci 'race' bag.
These two Guess weekend handbags are dirt cheap it's blasphemous, really. Anyway, they're souvenirs for friends, I'm not THAT greedy.
Finally, after all that bag shopping, plus going crazy over Polo shirts and t-shirts and the boys' shirts I knew there won't be enough room in my luggage bag anymore. I just had to buy this Gucci pull-bag:
Phew! And this is when I DIDN'T have time to shop, I wonder what would happen if I go on a shopping only trip. It's just unthinkable!
Friday, June 22, 2007
shopaholic me
Yesterday, after we closed down our booth we headed to Mangga Dua, crossing our fingers that the shops will still be opened at 7 pm. One Singaporean dude from the exhibition actually convinced me that the shops open till 9.30pm (ya rite, only if you're Carrefour that is). We reached Mangga Dua at 7 pm, and there were only 3 or 4 shops that are still opened. Chehhhh!!!! Dissapointed, I made it a mission to go on the next day. Taxi Driver cakap, "Buk, di sini kalau mau belanja kedainya bukak jam delapan, ini namanya Pasar Pagi".
I held on to the Taxi Driver's words. This morning I woke up at 6 am, and left the hotel at 7 am by cab konon nak avoid the macet lah. Amazingly, the road was quite smooth and I arrived at Mangga Dua as early as 7.30 am. Hey, I went alone ok! (Thanks Mat Nor, for giving me a bit of time off from the exhibition).
When I got there, the shops were still closed, so I asked the guard what time they actually open. And guess what, NOT 8AM lah...they open at 9AM. (I got duped again, this time by Mr Taxi Driver). So I waited in front of the mall like one looney woman.
The waiting was all worth it. Well Mangga Dua is one heck of a hectic place, you just have to know where to look, really. (I'll take a photo of the bags that I bought so you guys can drool over it ok).
After Mangga Dua it was straight to the exhibition, I got there at about noon. Thank god for the guys, they did a really good job on the booth even without me. Since it's the last day, we were busy handing out all the brochures. By 3.30 we were quite done, and by 4.30 we were already at Plaza Grande, Block M.
Outside Plaza Grande, there is a labyrinth of small shops selling fake goods, clothes, accessories and the works. The place was quite dodgy and gross but hey, what is going to Jakarta without experiencing a dose of the Third World environment. Here I was with two guys that I was not even close with, Abza and Suffian. These guys were cool. Why? Because they can tolerate my shopping - and they're cool shoppers too, I mean guys usually can't tolerate women when they shop. The best thing is, I actually bought 2 Guess bags for like RM20 each, is that a sweet deal or what?
At Plaza Grande I bought 3 Polo shirts and by that time I could feel that my feet are just dying on me. Here I am at the hotel room, putting my feet up while typing this. I'm going to shower in a bit, just letting my poor feet rest for a while.
Tomorrow we're going back to KL and I must tell you, I had fun! Can't wait to come back again and hopefully next time with my girlfriends to Bandung! Any takers?
I held on to the Taxi Driver's words. This morning I woke up at 6 am, and left the hotel at 7 am by cab konon nak avoid the macet lah. Amazingly, the road was quite smooth and I arrived at Mangga Dua as early as 7.30 am. Hey, I went alone ok! (Thanks Mat Nor, for giving me a bit of time off from the exhibition).
When I got there, the shops were still closed, so I asked the guard what time they actually open. And guess what, NOT 8AM lah...they open at 9AM. (I got duped again, this time by Mr Taxi Driver). So I waited in front of the mall like one looney woman.
The waiting was all worth it. Well Mangga Dua is one heck of a hectic place, you just have to know where to look, really. (I'll take a photo of the bags that I bought so you guys can drool over it ok).
After Mangga Dua it was straight to the exhibition, I got there at about noon. Thank god for the guys, they did a really good job on the booth even without me. Since it's the last day, we were busy handing out all the brochures. By 3.30 we were quite done, and by 4.30 we were already at Plaza Grande, Block M.
Outside Plaza Grande, there is a labyrinth of small shops selling fake goods, clothes, accessories and the works. The place was quite dodgy and gross but hey, what is going to Jakarta without experiencing a dose of the Third World environment. Here I was with two guys that I was not even close with, Abza and Suffian. These guys were cool. Why? Because they can tolerate my shopping - and they're cool shoppers too, I mean guys usually can't tolerate women when they shop. The best thing is, I actually bought 2 Guess bags for like RM20 each, is that a sweet deal or what?
At Plaza Grande I bought 3 Polo shirts and by that time I could feel that my feet are just dying on me. Here I am at the hotel room, putting my feet up while typing this. I'm going to shower in a bit, just letting my poor feet rest for a while.
Tomorrow we're going back to KL and I must tell you, I had fun! Can't wait to come back again and hopefully next time with my girlfriends to Bandung! Any takers?
Thursday, June 21, 2007
too much to eat
This always happens when I go outstation - I OVEREAT. First, cuz we're always moving in groups, so we'll never miss a meal. Then, if I don't eat it's considered something weird (maybe I have that muka kuat makan). Third, once I start eating...it never stops!
Today was the first day of the Indowater exhibition. It was a looonngg day. Was on my feet from 8am till 6pm. The crowd was quite good, although I always get mistaken for being Indonesian, and the looks on their faces when I tell them that I am in fact, Malaysian! I don't really know whether I should feel insulted or otherwise. It was a cool exhibition for the fact that at 6pm they had a special cocktail for the exhibitors - with live entertainment to boot!
Not enough with the cocktail food, my uncle took us out to Garuda for Nasi Padang (again!). We got back to the hotel at about 10-ish and hung out at the lounge to watch the super live band performance. And now I'm in bed and ready to face another tiring day tomorrow.
Observations:
1. My guy friends do not know how to appreciate hot Indon chicks. Are you guys homo or what?
2. There is a disproportionate disparity between hot chicks and hot guys here.
3. The one guy that I thought was hot was actually a MALAYSIAN.
4. I miss my boys at home.
5. I just realized how much it sucks to sleep alone in a hotel room. For 4 nites some more!
Today was the first day of the Indowater exhibition. It was a looonngg day. Was on my feet from 8am till 6pm. The crowd was quite good, although I always get mistaken for being Indonesian, and the looks on their faces when I tell them that I am in fact, Malaysian! I don't really know whether I should feel insulted or otherwise. It was a cool exhibition for the fact that at 6pm they had a special cocktail for the exhibitors - with live entertainment to boot!
Not enough with the cocktail food, my uncle took us out to Garuda for Nasi Padang (again!). We got back to the hotel at about 10-ish and hung out at the lounge to watch the super live band performance. And now I'm in bed and ready to face another tiring day tomorrow.
Observations:
1. My guy friends do not know how to appreciate hot Indon chicks. Are you guys homo or what?
2. There is a disproportionate disparity between hot chicks and hot guys here.
3. The one guy that I thought was hot was actually a MALAYSIAN.
4. I miss my boys at home.
5. I just realized how much it sucks to sleep alone in a hotel room. For 4 nites some more!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
hello jakarta (i didn't bring my camera)
Jakarta was exactly like how I remembered it the last time we went there (when was it Za?). Because I'm the only girl in this group of 4 I had to duduk depan everytime we go on a cab. And it's dang scary!
We arrived Jakarta at around 10 am. Straight to The Sultan hotel, then to Jakarta Convention Centre to take a look at our booth at Indowater. When we got there the contractors were still in the midst of working, so we decided to go to Plaza Senayan for our lunch of what else but... Nasi Padang at Sari Ratu!
The lady at the hotel concierge recommended us the Jakarta Fair, since we've got nothing much on our agenda today.
Jakarta Fair was quite cool - big expo and we got to see a lot of stuff from crafts to fashion to the Indon obession with SuperMi. The cab ride back to the hotel was super awful tho, the driver didn't know the way back to The Sultan (or maybe he's just duping us for the extra mileage) and we were stuck in godawful Jakarta gridlock traffic for hours.
My butt fell asleep but the guys were quite funny and entertaining. So okaylah.
Now I'm in the hotel room after a hot shower. We might go for a nightcap later on, if I can prove that I'm still young enough to go out after a long hard day.
Cheers.
We arrived Jakarta at around 10 am. Straight to The Sultan hotel, then to Jakarta Convention Centre to take a look at our booth at Indowater. When we got there the contractors were still in the midst of working, so we decided to go to Plaza Senayan for our lunch of what else but... Nasi Padang at Sari Ratu!
The lady at the hotel concierge recommended us the Jakarta Fair, since we've got nothing much on our agenda today.
Jakarta Fair was quite cool - big expo and we got to see a lot of stuff from crafts to fashion to the Indon obession with SuperMi. The cab ride back to the hotel was super awful tho, the driver didn't know the way back to The Sultan (or maybe he's just duping us for the extra mileage) and we were stuck in godawful Jakarta gridlock traffic for hours.
My butt fell asleep but the guys were quite funny and entertaining. So okaylah.
Now I'm in the hotel room after a hot shower. We might go for a nightcap later on, if I can prove that I'm still young enough to go out after a long hard day.
Cheers.
Monday, June 18, 2007
bye bye boys
Well, tomorrow I'll be off to Jakarta for work until Saturday. This will be the longest that I'll be away from the boys. Gonna miss 'em and I hope they'll be ok without me around.
I pray to God that I will never have to go through that situation. Ever.
Because of Datuk K, I've resorted to wearing my polo t-shirts in non-public places.The weekend was so-so - went to Alif's birthday party on Sunday, Ali and Yunus had fun. Then as usual on Sunday evening, to prepare for a long week had drinks with Ayu at Alexis. That one was quite sensational! We were seating outside and suddenly we heard, "Tapi you dah tinggal dengan husband I for over a year!" Apparently the diners behind the pillar was actually a love triangle waiting to explode.
I pray to God that I will never have to go through that situation. Ever.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
feelgood weekend
Rina goes, "What did I just eat...?" Mind you, it's Satay Perut (and chicken and beef too) and it's way past 10pm... How to digest?I haven't had the time to post on my blog over the weekend - first, I was busy with helping out A Friend on the new corporate ID for his business(so excited and also at the same time so PROUD of him). Secondly, Saturday nite was the much awaited, most controversial and sensational (drum roll, please)... monthly Not-So-Single-Club (NSSC) get together at Micasa!
Ada berani? Dalina stuffin' her face in that little sinful pack of nasi lemak.Our NSSC slumber parties are sensational in all aspect - both in terms of topics (unbridled and uncensored) and calories (I think my caloric intake for one NSSC night is equivalent to a normal week's caloric intake).
Mademoiselles Rina et Spena...Awwwww.. so sweet...And who are the NSSC members? I've known them for the past 20 years - all my buddies from STF, who else!
Yours truly and Hana...Busy gossipingThe night started with me arriving at the room and only Hana (as usual) was there. Dayang and family booked another room since the hubby and two adorable kids came along.
Ms lawyer smsing client from under the sheets...Then charge them a bomb for her air liur... HeheheThen the rest of the girls came - Fyn (budak nak buat chambering so she can be a renowned advocate & solicitor), Rina (minah cool and a walking IOI advertisement, the company should pay her royalty), Spena (looking resplendent in her kebaya, back from a no-alcohol-served Indian wedding) and forever making her grand entrance, Dalina.
"Hee...heee..after sms can go to sleep!"
Dalina, listening intently to the woes of the masses...It's weird but in the company of these people, I find solace. It's like an emotional safe haven where I can be completely and honestly comfortable. And it's funny that we don't even call each other so often, in fact we just really got together this year and some of us were not in contact for many, many years - but when we're together, it's as if we never even left school. I guess nothing beats the 2 decades of friendship.
Ali and Wazif having a blast at the Micasa pool
My son HAD to be the one who makes the funny face :)Aren't they just adorable? L-R - Ali, Shawqi and Wazif (Dayang's two boys). Dayang, I don't have a picture of you!!!
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Top 5 Lame Ass Lines from the H
5. I don't want to do it now because I'm worried to leave the kids with a mother like you.
Oh really? And I'm even more worried to leave the kids with a person so vengeful, hateful, spiteful, violent and spineless.
4. Kalau you sembahyang, sembahyang la betul-betul.
Oooh, this really got me. I know I don't do the full 5 prayers, but whenever I do, I feel so close to God I'm most of the time in tears by the time I recite my do'a. Who the fish are you to judge me?
3. Feelings are intangible, you will never actually know how you feel.
Sheer stupidity. So you can't believe in the intangibles? What is love then, or hate? This is a moronic justification for me to stay in this marriage so he can milk me for what I'm worth.
2. Of course my sisters are nice to you, what do you expect?
Your sisters are nice to me because I AM A NICE PERSON like them. How could your own family not like you - ask yourself that, why do they hate you so much?
1. If I have provided for you, tak tau la apa agaknya you akan beli with your paycheck.
If you were so religious, you would know that in Islam the husband is supposed to be the provider for the family. Duh.
Oh really? And I'm even more worried to leave the kids with a person so vengeful, hateful, spiteful, violent and spineless.
4. Kalau you sembahyang, sembahyang la betul-betul.
Oooh, this really got me. I know I don't do the full 5 prayers, but whenever I do, I feel so close to God I'm most of the time in tears by the time I recite my do'a. Who the fish are you to judge me?
3. Feelings are intangible, you will never actually know how you feel.
Sheer stupidity. So you can't believe in the intangibles? What is love then, or hate? This is a moronic justification for me to stay in this marriage so he can milk me for what I'm worth.
2. Of course my sisters are nice to you, what do you expect?
Your sisters are nice to me because I AM A NICE PERSON like them. How could your own family not like you - ask yourself that, why do they hate you so much?
1. If I have provided for you, tak tau la apa agaknya you akan beli with your paycheck.
If you were so religious, you would know that in Islam the husband is supposed to be the provider for the family. Duh.
Fear not, my friends, I will put up the NSSC slumber party post soon. Just not in the right frame of mind to do it.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
pep-talking myself...
Let me tell you why I'm better...
1. I am waaaaaayyyy smarter than her.
Oh puhleaze, let's not even go there. I'm a Notre Dame grad with two semesters on the Dean's List and the reason why I'm not on the Dean's List my final year is because I partied 4 days a week. Sloshed and wasted.
2. She is not as hot as I am.
Haha! Hot is subjective la. But you know I am.
3. I am independent and can work like a dog.
Throw me anywhere and I will find the money.
4. I can live without a husband.
Basically have lived without a husband for the past two years, although still legally married. And I don't really need my parents to take care of me either.
5. I can freaking drive.
I can even drive from KL to batu pahat at full term pregnancy. Even my 50-year old aunt in batu pahat can drive, why can't she? Please get real.
6. I am a drama queen, tapi not tamil drama like her.
Don't mess with my mood swings but I don't bang my head against the wall, I'll bang yours thank you very much.
7. I'm a very holistic person - balanced yin and yang.
I cook, I clean, I nurse and I can also party like mad. Err... it might be bipolar disorder but what the heck, I'm still hot.
8. I can mingle with people from all walks of life.
The poor, the needy, the rich and famous... I will blend in. So take me anywhere with you and I will work the floor.
9. I am loyal and will stick to you thru thick and thin.
Don't ever question my loyalty. I will go all out for the ones I love.
10. I love you more than she does.
God that felt good...please forgive me for being a beeyaatch
1. I am waaaaaayyyy smarter than her.
Oh puhleaze, let's not even go there. I'm a Notre Dame grad with two semesters on the Dean's List and the reason why I'm not on the Dean's List my final year is because I partied 4 days a week. Sloshed and wasted.
2. She is not as hot as I am.
Haha! Hot is subjective la. But you know I am.
3. I am independent and can work like a dog.
Throw me anywhere and I will find the money.
4. I can live without a husband.
Basically have lived without a husband for the past two years, although still legally married. And I don't really need my parents to take care of me either.
5. I can freaking drive.
I can even drive from KL to batu pahat at full term pregnancy. Even my 50-year old aunt in batu pahat can drive, why can't she? Please get real.
6. I am a drama queen, tapi not tamil drama like her.
Don't mess with my mood swings but I don't bang my head against the wall, I'll bang yours thank you very much.
7. I'm a very holistic person - balanced yin and yang.
I cook, I clean, I nurse and I can also party like mad. Err... it might be bipolar disorder but what the heck, I'm still hot.
8. I can mingle with people from all walks of life.
The poor, the needy, the rich and famous... I will blend in. So take me anywhere with you and I will work the floor.
9. I am loyal and will stick to you thru thick and thin.
Don't ever question my loyalty. I will go all out for the ones I love.
10. I love you more than she does.
God that felt good...please forgive me for being a beeyaatch
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
sweet times
I've just had a couple of happy days this week. I just realized that my life has been so mundane that happy days are such big bonuses for me. But then again, maybe that is good, to have a mundane, simple, at times sad life because when you experience a happy day, you appreciate it with every fiber of your being.
No, I didn't take a happy pill.
I was happy because I actually spent some time doing something that I enjoy most - talking to someone who's starting a business on branding. It's just that look on their faces when they are so close to starting something, and they're all hyped up setting up the business and things are looking great. And it helps to know that people appreciate my free "consultancy work"...
Although I spoke to H again about the big D over the phone, I won't let that get in the way of my joy.
Come on people, get happy.
No, I didn't take a happy pill.
I was happy because I actually spent some time doing something that I enjoy most - talking to someone who's starting a business on branding. It's just that look on their faces when they are so close to starting something, and they're all hyped up setting up the business and things are looking great. And it helps to know that people appreciate my free "consultancy work"...
Although I spoke to H again about the big D over the phone, I won't let that get in the way of my joy.
Come on people, get happy.
Monday, June 4, 2007
the wrong action / reaction
Sometimes, when you have been sorely missing someone you just don't know how to act when he comes back. Your mind gets mixed up with so many emotions - there's anger (why were you gone so long!) there's longing (God, I just so want to be with you it hurts) there's sadness (i've been doing nothing when you weren't around) there's frustration (why can't we be together?) and then there's just sheer happiness (I'm so glad to see you and you look super hot too)
With all those feelings jumbled up, I will always end up looking awkward when I see that person. Then I will get "You look so tense..."
Tense is definitely not the word, baby. Then with that kind of remark, you do the auto-switch mode, you smile and pretended not to care. But deep in your heart you wish there are words that can say how much you've missed them.
With all those feelings jumbled up, I will always end up looking awkward when I see that person. Then I will get "You look so tense..."
Tense is definitely not the word, baby. Then with that kind of remark, you do the auto-switch mode, you smile and pretended not to care. But deep in your heart you wish there are words that can say how much you've missed them.
I missed you while you were away. No, I was not happy when you're not around.There, I said it.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
the domestic goddess
This weekend is all about home :) - cooking, cleaning, udpating my recipe scrap book, grocery shopping (more like hypermarket-hopping for me) and yes I do have my bibik around it's just... I feel like a cross between Martha Stewart and Nigella Lawson over the weekend and I better make full use of this person before she slips away!
Saturday morning is my usual Pasar Tani trip, bright and early. I love the Pasar Tani cuz it reminds me of the wet market back home in Batu Pahat. And those exotic ulams that I am so fascinated with, I so love them. And on the same day it's a trip to Giant, Cold Storage and then today to Carrefour. I just prefer to buy different things at different places. That's just me.
Made seafood spaghetti olio for lunch today. And I have a picture to prove it too. Might not look all that, but trust me, it's quite lip-smacking. Those interested in my recipes can click here (still nothing much, a work in progress). As usual made too much and my officemates wouldn't mind bearing the burden of eating leftovers tomorrow I think.
It's almost 7 now and I just wanna put my feet up and savour the rest of the Sunday. Going for a nightcap with Ayu later. I don't think I'll be doing this domestic goddess thing again next week. Vivacous vamp, maybe?
Saturday morning is my usual Pasar Tani trip, bright and early. I love the Pasar Tani cuz it reminds me of the wet market back home in Batu Pahat. And those exotic ulams that I am so fascinated with, I so love them. And on the same day it's a trip to Giant, Cold Storage and then today to Carrefour. I just prefer to buy different things at different places. That's just me.
Made seafood spaghetti olio for lunch today. And I have a picture to prove it too. Might not look all that, but trust me, it's quite lip-smacking. Those interested in my recipes can click here (still nothing much, a work in progress). As usual made too much and my officemates wouldn't mind bearing the burden of eating leftovers tomorrow I think.
It's almost 7 now and I just wanna put my feet up and savour the rest of the Sunday. Going for a nightcap with Ayu later. I don't think I'll be doing this domestic goddess thing again next week. Vivacous vamp, maybe?
Friday, June 1, 2007
room to breathe
I haven't had an asthma attack in a year(I was not an asthmatic kid, just developed asthma when I was pregnant with the boys). Then it came again tonight.
And I know now the root cause of it is not because I was overweight or pregnant or whatever. It's the friggin stress. I was talking to H on the phone over the big D, and then it came. The dry cough, the tight chest, the dreaded wheez.
It came right after H told me about the Plan.
A Friend, where are you when I need you most.
Puff puff. Nitey, all.
And I know now the root cause of it is not because I was overweight or pregnant or whatever. It's the friggin stress. I was talking to H on the phone over the big D, and then it came. The dry cough, the tight chest, the dreaded wheez.
It came right after H told me about the Plan.
A Friend, where are you when I need you most.
Puff puff. Nitey, all.
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