*memoirs of the geisha*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

*memoirs of a geisha*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

b.i.r.t.h.d.@.y.s are sweet

It was a beautiful morning on last Saturday. I don't know. I somehow felt .. definitely not 23. Maybe much older. Somehow... my birthday this time around seemed sweeter.. with tinges of bitterness.

For one.. this time around... I have someone else to share it with. William had wished me happy birthday the previous night... and the morning too.. and it just felt so nice to hear someone special say it. Waking up to his voice.. brings a happy warmth into the current chill of my life. Knowing that this time, there's an additional special someone in my life who would love and cherish me for who I am - makes this birthday somehow... more romantic.

And he's coming home very soon... another nice birthday present to look forward to. And then his mum just had to call me to complain about more stuff. hehehe. Ah well...

Work that day was minimal.. I finally cleared away the junk from my table. My bin was overflowing as usual. Heh. Currently i'm replacing the junk with more junk. Gosh.

And then there was the e-mail criticising about the November and December issues of the magazine. Yar. I know my photography sucks. Point noted. I did not apply as a photographer in this company anyway. So put up with the crappy photos or don't read MYC!news. Heh. Phooey.

And then Jason and Wai Leng took me to Chillis KLCC to mum mum. it was a really nice lunch... no frills but lots of jokes and laughs... and a bunch of waiters singing the birthday song. Then we hopped over to Kinokuniya and had to drag Wai Leng out of the romance section.

I like hanging out with them. Definitely better than hanging out with some kids. Maybe that's why i have more older and much more matured friends. hmm... maybe that's why i feel old..

And then tons of other friends had wished me happy birthday. Friends that I had thought that I had lost.. and friends who has loved me for many many years. I'm glad to have them.

Maybe it's also the shit that i've been through for the year. With the car accident and the new job and the financial stuff and the parents stuff..and then the issue with the 'kids'... Gah. it's a wonder that i'm still here to type all of these out.

I have learnt lots. I have also loved lots. But I have also learnt to hate too. Sometimes you just can't be nice forever to everyone. Maybe they should just take their own issues and shove it up their own asses. Hehe.. that would save lots of trouble and hokey pokey.

Yes... but all in all... .. All i hope for is for my birthday wish to come through.. someday. *sighs*

Dear Sky

Yes. I am an evil person. Yes. I am upset about my boyfriend's studies. Yes. I suck at photography. Yes. i write about people in my blog. Yes. My writing seems evil and mean to the person that's I'm writing about but seriously, it's just my honest thoughts.

Just let me be, Sky. I don't recall writing mean things about you but i'll admit that i am the evil person that you keep calling me if it makes you happy. i am evil to other pple but i don't think i was evil to you. I'm sorry that you were not happy in my company but honestly, nothing other than praises for you came from my lips when you were applying for the position. I admire you for your capabilities as a fantastic designer - i had put in a good word for you when your current company called for a review - i recognised your strengths and i thought that you'd enjoy being in the events line and i saved the graphic designer position for you as a friend. I was happy when you got the new post at your new company cause you deserved it. My boss was upset that you were leaving when i told him, but i just told him nicely in an email saying that you had better opportunities elsewhere and that he should let you leave with good grace. Maybe you misunderstood me. That blog about the balls and the aquarium was just an amusement for myself. Maybe you misunderstood me again. Other than that... .. maybe you didn't enjoy the free movies and events that i had invited you to go to in the previous months. Was i being evil and mean at that time?

I'm just very sorry for whatever i have done wrong in spoiling that friendship. I thought that at one point in time, i was your friend.. someone to vent your sadness and frustrations and your problems in life.. and you were my shoulder to cry on when things were just not going right for me. but i don't know.. somehow.. some where along the way.. i don't know what happened.. especially within the past few months.. i just don't know why you hate me.

lynn

A 'f.r.e.s.h' night!

It was a night of grape flavoured Sprite, tissue flecked skin, high heel lubang injury on my foot, a ham-sap - thong wearing MC, a crazed designer (adorned with a santa hat from Cold Storage) let loose with a Sony camera with super charged batteries and memory stick and great college kids to boot!.

*me and carol and her santa hat*
~an original burpy-@rt

*carol the santa-havoc-rina, daniel the multimedia genius & me looking stoned*
~an original burpy-@rt

*the burpinatorssssss*
~an original burpy-@rt

Fresh Faces 2006 was to choose the 12 college kids from a total of 23 that would appear on our MYC!new cover like Rachel Heng for December MYC!news. The preparation for the event was extensive - but not as stressful as M&M's Battle of the Bands had been - maybe cause i had HUGE help from Carolin (my new designer), Daniel (my new flash guru) and Jon (our new one-leg-kick event consultant). They have been GREAT.

*guess whose fingers are those eh? heheheh. it's carol the wacko-santarina and sara the new copywriter.. trying to farm moss on her hair.. er.. yar.. *
~an original p@ssion-@rt

*jon the author of the kay-poh-giraffe (jon-jon) - check out the Dec mag to find out more details of the kay poh giraffe, daniel and me*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

The bands were noisy to my opinion - although Liang gave a very nice start to the event wit his RnB selections. The rest however, like Vespertine and some other noisy band, sounded like mangled squeals from the sound system. Urban Groove, the dancers, were quite ok-lar.. been seeing too much of the Break dance - hip hop articles on the magazine to be much bothered by them. And I think some of the bitches had flicked some of the Stila gifts for the winners. Gah.

*angelica the drama queen & sean chin the.. pink lipped guy*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

It was a flurry of funny moments - the hair dresser had turned a few of the contestants into miniature versions of the Lion from the film Narnia - you should see the scandalized look on the leng luis. Hahah. Makes me appreciate the iron straightener that I had bought a few years back. and someone had broken high heels.. i thought that was funny... the curious look of her friend with the broken heel in one hand.. trying to be helpful.. heheh.

*the striped head of Dominic.. he didn't even know that he had different coloured hair..*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

*some of the fresh faces - from left > md. khairul, danny soo, sean chin, mei qin, calvin goh & dominic with the yellow egg yolk hair*
~an original burpy-@rt

Daniel Lee's appearance had reduced a floor-full of aunties to 12 year old teenages. Gosh.. they were squabbling about who was to hold the camera and which area of their panties gets to be autographed by the jinjang looking ah beng. His songs were okay-only-la. Nonetheless, i had asked him to autograph a copy of the MYC!news magazine 'just in case' he gets famous and then i can sell his autograph on e-Bay.

*poor daniel... what did he do to deserve Carol's wrath!... nyehehehe*
~an original burpy-@rt

Ahh... and now that load's off my chest... Now gotta rush for the January Magazine. GAH!.. Time flies so fast!.. It's 9 days before Christmas already.. and i haven't gotten everyone's Christmas pressie yet and and and.... damn.. it's the end of the year already.

*... ... ... ... ... its carol's doing....she's high and wacko on steriods and famous amos cookies .. *
~an original burpy-@rt

Time does zips past you when you're not looking eh? And it says that there's 33 more days to go to our first yer together.. yar... *smiles smiles blinks blinks*. So fast ler. And and and and and there's 4 more days to go till my wubb wubb comes back home!... *hugs hugs*... so happieeee..... !!!!

... *sighs*..

Things has been hectic.. and it still is..

The magazine would be a week late - cause of some cacat CMYK configurations. Gah.. And we (Carolin and I) had stayed up till 9am the next day to complete the layout and design. Poor girl... 2nd day of work and already things are just messy. Heheheh.

And my darling seems to be very excited to come home. So am I. I just want to huggggggg him so so so much. I do miss him.. every second every minute every hour every day.. even now.. Even when it's 10am in the morning and i haven't slept for 24 hours.

" All I want for Christmas is my cute wubb-wubb... my cute wubb-wubb... "

*the December cover for MYC! news*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

*editorial layout for Get Her Look, December 2005 issue - cute lehhh....... ;)*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

etern@l f.r.i.e.n.d.s

It's a sunday again. Just had my lunch.. leftover spaghetti sauce from.. heaven-knows-when.. and some fried chicken that my bro had stir up from the oil pan. oh.. and 3/4 of a fried sausage.

Another lazy weekend again, i guess.... and next week is back to the grinding stone again. It's magazine time people!... gah... there's 2 new people coming in only on tuesday.. so i gotta slog it out on monday alone.

And then there's the Fresh Faces party to organise. It's a competition to choose our cover faces for the next year and it would be held at Espanda.

Khew had given me 30+ odd tickets for a free entrance to Espanda featuring this.. Kimura guy.. some Dj from japan. Well..... I stayed at the office till 10pm and went with Malcolm to meet Hsiang Yi and Caroline's brother there. Nicky was not feeling well so he went home even before we met him. and i heard him telling malcolm on the phone to take care of me. phht. like i dunno how to walk from my office building to Espanda laaarr...... (er.. OKAY.. fine!... i do not know how to walk there but... .. it was pretty easy after malcolm showed me how to!!!!)

There was like... NO one there... alamak...... poor Dj... The music was good though. and the ambience is really nice. spacious and glitzy... good for a party.. but they only open on Friday and saturday. Our party would be on a Thursday... therefore.. there has to be a good hype about the party for anyone to turn up..

So... while Andrew(caroline's brother) was solemnly nursing his beer bottle.. with malcolm.. i had a dance on the empty dancefloor with hsiang and leong. and then got some uncle showing off his 'gungho' dancing skills right smack in the middle of the stairs. Malcolm said he could be high on drugs. but i suspect he could also be the Dj's manager. heh.

yar. but anyway.. hsiang came to my office whilst i was working late on friday with my boss. thankfully, there was a japanese restaurant there that was open at wisma cosway.. I had not bothered to check whether any makan place would be open at 10pm at night around my area but i figured - what the heck.. it's KL. every corner you turn there could be someone selling fish balls and si-ham by the stick.

yar. but that japanese restaurant was good. that reminds me. i owe hsiang Rm30 and edmund Rm135. Edmund had called me up a week ago and asked if i had wanted to go up to genting to watch michael bolton. My first thought was like.. alamak.. going up there with an old guy to watch another old guy sing. but then ... i think i do need a break.. especially after the magazine and all that. it's on december 3rd and i hope he knows how to drive up there safely. not to mention that we are going up there alone but my wubb wubb does not mind.. .. *blinks*.. yar....?

Then on tuesday i had asked yee peng, caroline and josephine (along with nicky and malcolm and friends of course - they benefit the most from my job... free tickets!).. to watch Valiant at sunway pyramid. it was a good cartoon.. a good break from the computer screen. and the boss was wondering where i was off to on a deadline tight week. but i really need a break.

And my loverboy is already planning where to take me on valentine's day.. *muahs muahs*... All i need for valentines is.. a romantic boyfriend to hold my hand while i kai kai down bintang walk to try on cutesy dresses, comment that i look gorgeous in every dress/skirt/blouse/micro-mini skirt/lingerie(!?).. hehehe... look at glitsy rings without me feeling shy, bring me mum mum somewhere quiet yet lovey dovey - with my glass of pink fizzy, serenade me with my favourite songs, make me giggle like there's no tomorrow, lets me flirt with him every second like there's no magazine deadlines.

i would also want a very sexy looking boyfriend on that day too and he has to be oozing of 'delicious-ism'. *slurps*..and and and... i want to feel his strong arms around me as i lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes and dream of peanut butter and pink champagne - as i lay my hands on his chest and feel his heart beating.... and and and and... i definately want a good night kiss from the one i love before i close my eyes that night. all i want is to be near him. that's all. come back soon... ok?

.. .. i think that's all on my 'want list' for valentines.. for now. :). i love you william. you make me so happy. *muahs*

@ Pen@ng p.h.o.t.o journ@l...

It's just the 2nd day back at work .. and the DeepaRaya Holidays seems like a long time ago.. Work was a flurry as usual - with the job applications to process.. interview sessions to arrange for a couple of creative designers and copywriters. The average age of the applicants were 20.. and I felt.. O.L.D. It seemed like it was just yesterday when I landed with my first job 2 years ago..

The November issue of MYC!news just came in this evening.. and i must say.. it didn't turn out as bad as I had expected it to be.. I just hope that December wouldn't be a 48 hours job again.. Check it out at your nearest Starbucks or McDonald's if you want a copy.. or you could just call me (and belanja me teh tarik or milo ice) and I'll get one for you. Hehehe.

My aunts from Singapore and I had traveled to Penang for a 3 days - 2 nights stay (cause they were 'itchy backside'... can't keep still at home). The rest of the days were spent shopping in KL and where ever that had a Sommerset Bay boutique.. (I think i have been to at least 7 outlets .. from Penang.. to KL). My aunts have some.. fetish for the clothes there.

Took a couple of nice shots while I was at Penang. It has been a long time since the last time I had fiddled around with a camera... for my HOBBY.. and not for the magazine. Hehehehh...

P.E.N.A.N.G
It started off on a rainy day.. (after a mere 5 mins of planning for the trip.. speak about spontaneous).. and I was feeling bored after the first 30 mins.

*me with my pink.. sunnies*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

And.... I couldn't help admiring my toenails.. (finally.... a much needed pedicure after 4 months.. courtesy of Aunt) and a RM10 star toe ring from Bonita.

*daisies on toes!*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

It rained for most of the journey.. surprisingly.. there were no speed traps by the police - just a line of abandoned hideout tents along the highway. The traffic was pretty much bearable.... until the Penang bridge..

*rain.. and the signature jam of Malaysia*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

The rest of the evening was spent at Batu Ferringi. A spot where there's a tourist night market along the same row where Golden Sands Resort is - the hotel where i had locked myself out of the hotel room whilst wandering along the carpeted hallways: looking for the same two aunts in my pink pajamas with pink kitten motive (mind you.. that was 18 years ago) until some kind ang moh brought me to the reception: the receptionist kept announcing over the intercom "Will the guardians of a lost 6 year old little girl dressed in pink pajamas named Su Lynn come to the reception counter immediately". And amazingly, I wasn't crying. And my aunts were nicely having a morning stroll along the beach.... Pfftt.. I should have stayed in the room to watch Tom bullying Jerry on telly.

There was nothing much worth buying from the silly market. It's a place where traders charge non-locals absurd prices for their wares - there was this salesgirl who sold a Sinma quality bracelet for RM55 to this bunch of ang mohs from Australia.. just normal silver plated with a few miserable studs of 'gems'. So i brought my aunts to eat at an open air hawker centre to makan some char kway teow and assam laksa - and being the fussy food critiques my aunts are reputable for, they complained about the bubur cha cha being so diluted to the shallow dish that the satay gravy was served in.

The night was young when I turned in for the night.. not before watching Astro (yay!.. TV!... after ...err... a year of not tuning in!) discovery channel's documentary around fat wives being favoured in South Africa... (ohh. the irony.. :P) and calling my loverboy for a good night kiss.

The next morning we took a stroll along Gurney Drive to the nearest shopping centre.. (to guess where... yup.. Sommerset Bay).. where my aunts had laid their paws on the cheapest bargains. Went to some.. market after that to makan at a quaint little shop which serves ... .. some kinda nyonya styled food. Then went for a tour of the island in one of my aunts' friend's car. Had a dizzy spell up the hill.. passed some resevoir.. a fruits park.. some durian trees.. (with no durians on them).. an abandoned fruit stall with rotten manggis hanging like prayer beads from the roof.. more durian trees.. a butterfly park... and guess what.. more durian trees!

*see the monitor lizard taking a midday sun bath?.. Hehe. That's my aunt's arm - shot taken by the walkway at Gurney Drive*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

Then we stopped at er... Air Hitam.. and my aunts guzzled down more assam laksa at a rickety stall in some.. isolated kampung area. Then we stopped at the friend's place where I was amused by the collection of fish tanks that she had in her living room. There were small tanks on the coffee table, on top of the cd rack, beside the TV, in the toilet and at the balcony. I had half expected to see guppies swimming in the toilet bowl too. Most of the tanks were occupied by pregnant mother fishies and tiny baby fishies...

Then we had a normal chinese dinner at an open-air hilltop.. market restaurant with more long lost friends of my aunts. And I have to add that the place stank like it rained chicken droppings. That seemed to be the most significant finding of the night. Heheh.

The next day, after laying their hands on more Penang goodies (and that 'sek kek ma' sticky.. biscuit thingy for me!), they decided that they just HAD to go up to see the Kwan Yin statue at the hill before we had lunch with more long forgotten friends.

*the famous Kwan Yin statue.. they are going to built 16 pillars of stone around it.. each with a circumference of 8 - 9 feet of carved dragons and phoenixes.. and 1000 mini 'golden' Kwan Yins around it.. and a magnificent altar to boot*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

Just a facinating side note that I heard about this magnificent symbol: Apparently, there was a much taller, white coloured Kwan Yin in place of the current gold replica of her a few years ago. However, the governing authorities of Penang brought up the issue of her height - she should NOT be taller than the peak of the Penang National Mosque. So, numerous works of 'cropping' the base and remeasuring of her height took place until she began to look.. ... .. stumpy. So... .. .. to make a 'tall' story 'short', they took the exact measurement of the mosque.. and made a 'less' impressive GOLD version of the Lady. *shrugs*.. she's still on a hill (which means much higher ground = 'tanah yang lebih tinggi = ketinggian bukit dari paras laut adalah lebih tinggi berbanding dengan ketinggian tanah rata dari paras laut') .. don't know what's the fuss about.

*a carved window .. thingy at the steps up the pedestal where Kwan Yin reigns - gotta love the intricate details*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

*an aerial shot of Penang from the top of the hill and one of the statues 'guarding' the temple*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

*a conceptual shot of another one of the Guardians*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

*carved stone water buffalo - made in China - it's like... 6 feet in length.. and a gadzillion tonnes in weight - I bet you can never fit one of these in a DHL Jumbo Box. Heheh.. *
~an original p@ssion-@rt

*an aerial shot of the err... mini temple - those hexagon like thingys at the bottom of the picture are the pieces of the stone pillars - each slab is imported all the way from China and then pieced together to form pillars taller than the Kwan Yin statue to hold up a roof shelter-sorta-altar-thing to keep her protected from the elements*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

Then... we had a lunch of Porridge Buffet (at Crompton Orkid Hotel - courtesy of long lost friends batch #2) - which did not taste as good as KL porridge - i think the salted peanuts were the best bet. Had a little chit chat about my job position.. they seem to have a high regard for 'branding' people.. Heh.. wait till they meet the M&M's clients... ... ..

*panoramic view of Penang.. I think you can spot Komtar in the center*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

I had to drive the long journey home.. it was not too bad.. My aunt's Renault is a good drive (yarrr... at 140KM/hour.. nyehehehe.. 3 hours flat to KL). And my aunt had fun fiddling with the Canon (which is incidentally hers... i've yet to get a good camera.... and a PS2... a new cupboard... and a red Porsche... and a bungalow... with a pond and 3 hunky butlers.... .. etc.. )

*i like the... perspective of this picture*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

Then it was back to home sweet home.. .... with an additional kg at least.. :P. And it was my brother's 19th birthday (another kg from the cheesecake).. and I caught Buttons' smile on camera.

*my cutesy-fluffsy-fuzzy Buttons*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

@doring f.@.n.s

Ahhh... Home... .. just taking a break from mag designing... at home now.. been at the office for... 9 hours... yup.. on a Sunday. Well, i do have a long week of holiday for the Deepavali and Hari Raya celebrations. This magazine has to go out by Monday though.... 20-odd more pages... gah!!! Umm.. and i smell.. er.... spareribs.. *slurps*

*from left: me, Veron being strangled, Jason, Chris Sam, rock climbing instructor.. forgot his name.. and Jade-h.. looking all biker-girl style.*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

The whole lot of us (Jason, Jade, Veronica - the intern & I) had spent half at day at Summit USJ for the photo shoot for the mag on Friday. Our innocent faced model was Chris Sam and he was a darling. The shoot was at the rock climbing thingy-ma-jig at the 4th floor. It's... .. kinda.. super deserted and.. dark... not a perfect spot for photography.. Everything was drab and dull. Maybe they should have invested in.. better paint... or... an interior designer.. or... something.. to spruce up the environment.. Maybe add a few disco twirling lights thingy... or a lighted dance floor... a bar would be good... hmm...

*from left: wonder boy, me and veronica. veron was the make up assistant.. with my trusty Estee Lauder foundation, powder and concealer!.. anndd.. she kept muttering under her breath.. ".. ehh.. the right side.. the right side!!"*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

Bbbbbut yarr... It did go quite well.. 75 percent of the shots were super blur. That's 75 percent of photos from 3 cameras.. gah. Veron was a great help .... but it would have been better if the boss was not trying to strangle her everytime there was a rope within grabbing distance. heheh.

*Chris Sam.. I will upload some of the other photos from the shoot later on. I have this.. thingy for innocent-looking guys... The urge to corrupt their minds is soooo tempting! Yarrr.... corrupting is good.... look what happen to my darling william!... *giggles*.. *
~an original p@ssion-@rt

Yes.. yes.. gorgeous. *slurps*.. Will put up some of the photos from the shoot yar.. Oh yeah.. by the way... I just found out that I have blog fans.. *squeals!!*.. Yar.. and some of these gracious souls had even gone to the extend of printing and distributing excerpts from the postings.. Bless them... and they even went all emotional over it!.. I will definately write more for all your reading pleasure!... No no no....... don't have to thank me... I love writing .. especially for wonderful people like you!.. *bows.. bows*..

*smirks*....

childishness

Hmmm... things has been pretty hectic for the past few days... with the deadline of the magazine looming up... earlier this time cause the magazine printers would be on holiday for the Hari Raya and Deepavali week and everything has to be done by next week... (for us.. we would have to submit the magazine artwork on Monday.. and all i have done is 7 measly page out of 35-odd plus pages.. )

And then there was another issue of childishness.. this time in my office.. .. Check this scenario out.. I'm going to bitch a little, cause i don't feel like miss-goody-two-shoes today..

A couple of days ago.. my boss had decided to give me an additional ad-hoc bonus for my additional services as a graphic designer on top of being a brand strategy consultant. I guess. i sorta saved them the hassle of getting a designer pronto after Sky left.. and maybe for all those late nights at the office working-my-arse-off on the magazine (and eating fast food.. till i got sick of it).

AND then... when this particularly.. how shall i put it.... *smart* 'child' employee ... got a whiff of the bonus... (by squeezing some colleagues for information)... She even had the cheek to call up the accountant to ask/demand/squeeze/pout-till-he-spills on how much I had got.. or whether is everyone getting a bonus.. why me .. why this and why that..

And then when she wasn't satisfied with the answer... she scrunched up her pretty face and sent in her resignation letter.

*shrugs*.. Now.. isn't that a case of mega-childishness?

Hmm... let's just put it this way...

If you feel that you are working hard... and that you are not being rewarded well enough... you gotta find a way to make all those efforts be in full view of the people paying your salary. Heck, you just gotta meet their demands and just... do your god damned best.

If all else fails... then.. chicken out. No one is going to think less of you.

.. It's your lost.

And anyway...

Boo-Hoo.. Like i give a damn.

se-sttiiuuu-pid!

Was reading parlimen section in the Star newspaper this morning. Sometimes I question the level of mentality of the people representing the people of Malaysia - especially when they all get together and meet in this great big hall. Sama-sama ber-stupid-stupid together-gether.

Dr Lim Kit Siang retorted "Stupid.. Stupid!" to some comment that some MP from dunno which ulu-kampung place, Baharuddin-fella made about the efficientcy of the police force (which i think is .. er.. not that super-de-efficient). Then the Baharuddin fella was like "Eh Apek.. Cheh tiam tiam" (translation: Eh old man, sit down quiet quiet). Then Kit Siang was like... you know la... not happy la... then si-fat-han go and call him "Stupid.. Stupid!"... Then this itchy backside Baharuddin retorted with "Stupid Bloody Old Man"....

I tell you.. the moment i read that passage.. I was like... Alamak.... like small kids only.! I don't remember child's play like that when i was in the Prefectorial board in secondary school. The most was some tears and then more pouting and black faces la. But other than that i don't recall us girls pulling each others hair and calling each other 'Chi bai!!!!' or 'Pat pohhh'.... although we had every intention of calling our discipline teacher a fat, slobberin' .. glob of.. dodol.

And then their swear words... cacat. So old fashion. Dunno which zaman purba they are from. Where got people still use the word 'stupid' nowadays ...

There was another passage like this a few months ago where a few MPs had voiced out their opinions on how to curd drug abuse. These were some of the suggestions:

1. Throw them all on an island, supply them with drugs until they waste away.
(hahahahaha.... drug addicts paradise.. the next thing you know, got some smart fellas go and smuggle the drugs off the island and sell it on mainland. Then we are all back to square one.)

2. Public beheadings. Bring back the beheadings and air it over national TV.
(this is really stttuuupppidddddd. some young pple might get sensitive and affected by the 'violence' on tv, go mental, then take drugs in the institution. ... ... then we can all throw them onto that blasted island, and then all our tax will go to funding their weed for the next gadzilion years.. goodness.. what if they multiply on the island and have extremely high strung babies???)

Brains people.. braaiinnnsssss... It's in the space between your ears.. ! It's there for a purpose.. Use it..!(noh duhh... not your eyes, se-tiu-pid!!!!)

h.o.m.e is where the he@rt is...

It's been quite a quiet week... since the bosses were not in the office for most of the times... I could finally go home at 5pm to see my mummy.. My work has been cut slack since most of the projects has started... just wait till a few weeks more.. then things would start getting packed again. Mummy has been looking forward to my return home each day and i didn't want to disappoint her. She has started cooking my favourite dishes as well!. Yay!.. (until Monday... cause the magazine is due again.. sighs)

Bian called the other day.. on thursday I think. And he offered me a job at http://www.akqa.com as an Account Manager. It's like an international advertising agency with clients such as Nike ( www.nikespeed.com ) and SIA. They design websites for them and do events for X-Box like launching of games and developing the games itself. This company is ranked as one of the top 10 in the world.

Bian wanted a replacement for himself (his boss wants him to do more.. brainy stuff) and he thought that I was the best person to take over his (stressed-up - no need so much brains) position servicing these clients. Well... basically, i have to suck up to the clients.. (like what wai leng is doing.. ) and be a liason between the company and the client. and what's more.. i don't need to put a single finger into the creating the ideas and creativity work. All i do is present the final stuff to the clients.. and get the shit back from them if they are not happy with it.

Hmmm.... and i was thinking... is SGD2800 worth it?.. I did seriously thinking of taking up the offer but.. ... .. ...

1. Mummy needs someone to be around for her.. (to keep her company.. ) since some nuthead of a brother isn't always around and supportive. And she also needs someone to eat up her cooking.

2. I have to stay with my aunts - my mum hates that. and i don't want to aggravate her further.

3. I'd be working pretty closely with Bian. He even mentioned that i'd be his 'baby' and that any slip ups that i make with the client would be his fault. but.. nah... if i were single... . then it would have been great.. but...

4. I'd miss my darling... and.. i've been waiting for his return since... july .. and i want to be with him.. and i don't want to just.. fly away like that while he would be in KL. it would be devastating.. definately not worth the SGD 2800 (upon confirmation.. i would get SGD 3200).. but still. ..

.. .. I'd wait. Maybe i'd go end of next year.. or the year after that.. after my dear doink has GRADUATED.. gah.

and i love my car. i just had it washed and polished.. and it makes that deep broom broom sound.. like that car in Transporter 2.. I watched it with Nicky and Malcolm over the weekend.

.... *swooonnnnss.. *.. ohhh.. his accent.... Jason Statham... and and and... the cars..... ahhh..... give it to me baby!!!...

.. .. ... ... ... ... you have to watch that movie. have to. stop reading at this point and Go And Watch It. Now.

those b.l.@.s.t.e.d eyes!

Ah. Just had a very.. huge dinner. Went 'makan' shopping at the buka puasa stalls near SS14 in Subang Jaya. Still having that migraine. Left the office at 4pm cause Jason was in one of his foul moods again. He knocked (or nearly smashed it into bits) the receiver of the phone when Wai Leng was on the other side of the line. I had just received some mock up of the cover of the magazine and had left it on the chair opposite him for him to look at - and he just didn't want it there.

It was all because of the god damned 'mesh' material backdrop of some bloody CIBA(i) Vision roadshow. Mesh material is those.. kinda.. PVC thingy material with 'breathable' holes in it and Mr Yap had made a mess out of it. The client's logo could not be seen.. although everyone claims that someone or another had seen another version of the same print out of the same material and it didn't look like shit. Something wrong with his printer or it could even be our files - no one will ever know, i guess. Jason called Mr Yap up and started using foul language - and he insisted that Mr Yap reprinted the buntings and backdrops. Serves Mr Yap right. I have had enough of his nonsense.

And it was also because of the eyeballs.

.. ... ... It's a long story.. so let me start at.. ..

*pardon the spelling of the labels.. Sky did this. hehe*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

Those Balls. (an original piece by lynn)
Once upon a time.... in a far.. far.. away galaxy.. (about a month ago i think... on earth.. if i could recall..). there was this ... silly girl... who had thought that an acquaintance of hers would be thrilled if she had offered him a position that he could not resist in her gay little company. The young and gay spirited man, namely Sky... (and many had asked me why he was named sky.. to which i would reply.. why don't you ask Sky?)

And so this young little Sky had a time of his life...( that's for the first few hours into his job, actually) going about with his little business of his new posting.. .. when he received a call saying that there were bigger fish to catch 6 floors below with a pay rise!... and so.. 28 days later ... the young fisherman dropped the tiny aquarium that he was working on at that particular moment.. and left for the bigger aquarium across the street.

And now.. the tiny.. sad.. miserable aquarium.. sat moping beneath the swivel chair.. next to the clear plastic dustbin which held (or 'is holding') the innards of the tank (water to test if the aquarium leaks)... maybe aedes mosquitos would breed there and kill everyone in the office.. muahahaha)....

And why was it moping, you ask? Well... this little aquarium was to be used in a simulation (Wai Leng would have put it 'stimulation'... she would confidently proclaim to the client that the said 'stimulation' was a very attention seeking roadshow object) to simulate that Brand CIBA(i) Vision's contacts lenses absorbs 5x more oxygen compared to normal brands contact lenses. Dear Sky had glued the air tubes to its base the day before and well... quite frankly.. it was plastic surgery gone wrong!... but no fear... the eyeballs were not there yet... so it didn't look as ridiculous.

Come Monday... the dreaded roadshow day... the silly little girl whom you at heared of at the beginning of the story had to draw eye pupils on white sprayed toilet flush... pump balls... Yes... The floating black ball that you find when you open the lid of a toilet flush?... Yes... those.. Two of them. Sprayed white by dear sky.

And so as the Boss was touching up on the lining of the outer eye pupil, the little girl was warming up the glue gun to stick the (&@*#^ eyeballs to the bottom of the tank onto the little rubber air tubes but in the end gave the glorious opportunity to the Boss to handle the firearm as she had no energy to squeeze the bloody gun trigger.

And then the problems started.

(Day One) 1st hour of Eyeballs in Tank
2 cute guys had filled up the tank with water and everything looked FAB. Then left eyeball floated up with the bubbles cause the end of the string was not glued properly to air tube. Boss tried sticking it back with glue gun.. but not before cursing the glue gun. Filled tank with water again.. and then the eyes started to go cross eyed.. and then the right eye popped out of its... string.. and floated gaily up with bubbles. Boss made the little girl take the tank back to the office.

(Day One) 10 hours after floating eye(s) incident
Boss made Steve buy 10 packets of elephant glue. Boss drowned end of strings with super glue. Poor little girl had to prod strings into place while getting high on glue fumes with stray pen found from someones table. At 2am in the morning, little girl was struggling with glue gun to make sure bloody ball stays stuck. Boss had cursed the glue gun again but insisted that it was better than nothing. (no wonder the god damned thing would not work properly - the Boss had hurt its 'fillings'! (feelings) )

(Day Two) 8 pm
Balls were much too attached to the rubber tube... and decided that the tube needed a ride to the surface of the water.. and so.. the entire contraption.. tubing, bubbles and balls... were floating merrily in the aquarium. Boss had then concluded that there were too much air in the balls... so air had to be let out to avoid screw up.

Boss made little girl hold each ball, so that he could poke holes in them... .. with a screwdriver. Boss also told little girl not to be stupid when little girl pointed out that holes were too small to let any air out.. and still would pull tube up - but little girl shrugged and told herself that Bosses always knows best and kept her little mouth shut. This time, Boss only emptied 6 tubes of elephant glue onto base of aquarium to keep tube secure.

(Day Three) 3pm
Regional Manager of Ciba(i) Vision came along... to see if the eye balls were in working condition.. All had seem so well.... .. she was crossed eyed... and the duo eyeballs were also having a romantic session of 'lets stare at each other and see who blinks first - well... we'll just have to wait and see which one of us would grow an eyelid first.. '

until... ..

Up popped the left eyeball.. and did the breast stroke around the aquarium (as per described by the Boss - little girl was trying not to laugh, it did sound extremely hillarious)... not giving two toots about about stares that it was getting. And ignoring the feeble waves its ex-attachment = the string, as it solemnly bid goodbye.. its strands tickling the giggling bubbles - half its lenght as it should have been.. as there were too much air in the ball.. (holes were too small it seems... couldn't let any air out... .. hmmmmm... why didn't anyone think of that???) and the force of the tug had ended its merry career... 'stimulating' college students at roadshows.

And the little girl lived happilly.. ever.. after... .. .. duh.

~The End~

SeXeh BoYs with SeXeh buMs!

List 10 hunks that you are currently drooling over. It doesn't matter which part of the world they are from, whether they are from the locals, or even if they're no longer in the world, but they must be the hunks you're really drooling and fantasizing right now. Post these instructions, where they're from, and the 10 hunks in your blog.

1. William Phua Leong Seng (nyehehehe.. muahs muahs.. *sneaks a peek at his bum bum*)
2. Pierce Brosnan - James Bond (ahh.. bad boy in tux... slurps)
3. Vin Diesel - triple X (i like his voice.. sexxehh.. .. and macho-ness)
4. Tom Felton - Draco Malfoy... (ah... oozing of evilness)
5. Eminem - ..dunno why but i think he's a great father to his kid
6. Ah Niu - chinese singer (i like his 'sticking out' gigi.. so cute!!!... my wubb wubb also got gigi senget)
7. Brad Pitt - as the devil in Meet Joe Black (aawww.. puppy eyes.... peanut butter is goood.. ) and definately Mr & Mrs Smith... (drooooollssssss..... shoot me!) and and and... Louis de Pointe du Lac in Interview of the Vampire... suck me.. please.. !
8. Ronan Keating - Boyzone .... baby can i hold you tonight.... .. (of course!!!)
9. Lee Brennan - From the band 911... he's still soo adorable
10. Rowan Atkinson - Mr Bean... heh... what to do.. i like smart men... well.. in Bean's case it's.... smart nut!...

hmm.. hmm.... i shall tag.... Chui Ling and.. and... Jessica.. and... whoever reads this post.. Nyeheheheh.

ken@ t.o.i.n.k.e.d

Yarrr... Jade just had to tag me with some song listing thingy-ma-jig. so now i have to do it before i get cursed with purple rotting toenails and green hair.. or.. something nasty from Jade's side of the office partition. .. with Harry Potty as her accomplice..

Anyway..

list 10 songs that you are currently digging. it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're no good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. post these instructions, the artists, and the 10 songs in your blog. then tag 5 other random people to see what they're listening to.

#1 Janet Jackson - Tonight's the Night
#2 BoyZone - Fly Me To The Moon
#3 Kiss - Because I'm A Girl
#4 Pink - Cold
#5 Para Para Sakura - The... "I'm falling for you.. " song ler.
#6 Earth Wind & Fire - The one they always play on Light & Easy.. I always forget the name ler
#7 Gareth Gates - Sunshine
#8 Daniel Bedingfield - If you're not the one
#9 Groove Armada - I see you baby
#10 Juliet the Orange - Quizzical

Yar.. i know they are all old songs.. but i'm extremely outdated ler. gotta get out more often.

S@crifices @re me@nt to be m.@.d.e

Things has been a roller coaster for me for the past few days. Deadlines were looming up - and my newly acquired skill of Flash (i had learnt it in 3 hours flat) had expanded the boundaries of my job description. work has taken a toll on me. I lost quite a lot of weight, been getting spells of fever .. and have been having some rough moments with my love. I really do need to spend more time with him. I hate to see him upset. It hurts like a piece of bone stuck in your heart.

I'm trying to lessen the amount of work i squeeze into a working day. 9-5pm.. that's all i wanna do. Sky had got a better offer.. of RM2700 at Aquaria.. The company which my ex-operations manager had run off to from Axxezz. She was offered RM 12k per month. And I had called Sky to join me in my team, but her offer to him had made him change his mind afer 2 weeks working with me.

He loves his job ; you could feel his enthusiasm when he was choosing clothes for the magazine cover shoot, and the way he was so excited about the roadshows. But is it just the love of a job that makes someone retire from a particular company after 30 years down the road?

We sat down and had a long talk. Sky and I had shared this 'big sister' 'small brother' relationship since our last jobs at Axxezz. When he first started to work with me, he was timid, and was shy to open up to people about his ideas and views. Later on, he had managed to become a responsible young individual with brilliant ideas with a bright future - as i had felt that i too had become. I stick to a job which i love doing and I thought it was the main motto of my life. However, he brought up a single statement which had made me ponder for these couple of days.

Yes. People do value the amount of experience that would incur in a job - but do people value you? How much are you valued at?

How about the value of oneself?

That got me thinking. How much am I valued at?

Well, I daresay i'm definately not valued at the current salary that i am getting. Definately not lesser than Sky is valued at.

Should I continue to look for a better paying job? Or should i stick to the job that I love doing? having the satisfaction of financial gain instead of accomplishment from a job well done?

I am not a person who would stick to an easy well paying job. I love the thrill of deadlines and the ideas that come freely once you are under pressure. I love seeing my work materialise on posters, campaigns and being put to good use for all to see.

But.. Is it all just for the dollars and cents?

Is it materialism?

I know I am not a materialistic person - but i do love to be pampered - to be showered with pretty and nice things.. Like how my wubb wubb does. He showers me with love and affection - undying worship and loyalty. He loves me even when I snap at him, he loves me even when I am holding a cigarette stick between my fingers as I speak to him on the phone. He loves me even when i told him my bum lost an inch.

He loves me in the morning... till the evening. He loves me even when I call him at 3am his time and till i kiss him good night at 6 am. He loves me even when i am working till 2am in the morning and receives my call at 4am..

He loves me so much that he would plan where we would stay if I were to fly to Sydney just to be with him - not even a single confirmation of a travel itinerary - and he loves me even though when I told him that my financial situation can't accomodate that little getaway.

He loves me so much.. that he would sneak to the ladies department to get lingerie for me - cause i told him that i liked sexy stuff.

.. .. *sighs*.... i miss him so much.. .. And he just mentioned that it seems such a long time ago since we first kissed.

I love you, my love.. My darling.... my one and only most precious in the world. My other half where my world is just simply perfect.. no flaws.. no sorrow... no worries.. William.. may i be yours forever?

My kind@ g.u.y

He is the guy that will come home from work and ask how my day was

He is the guy that will help with the dishes after eating dinner

He is the guy that will stay up late and watch movies with me

He is the guy that will get up with the kids so I can sleep in

He is the guy that will hold me to feel my heart beat with mine

He is the guy that will tell bad jokes just to hear me laugh

He is the guy that will always be by my side no matter what

He is the guy that will do the little things that matter to me

He is the guy that will push me to my limits

He is the guy that will hold my hair out of my face when i are sick

He is the guy that will kill the spiders before they crawl on me

He is the guy that will call me from work just to hear my voice

He is the guy that will be there every night when i go to bed and there every morning when i wake up

He is the guy that will kiss me in the morning before leaving to work

He is the guy that will show me how much he loves me

He is the guy that wants to be loved as much as I love him

my l.o.v.e.. come home.. soon

*my sweetest darling *
~an original p@ssion-@rt

*smiles*.. there he is.. my darling - trying to look cheeky. I don't know why but i can't help smiling when i see his pictures. He had just got a hair cut and seriously.. i don't see much change.. .. Hmm.. well.. maybe it's just a little shorter. The last time he had a hair cut was when he was back home here in June and we had gone to A Cut Above at Sunway Pyramid. And it seemed like it was just yesterday when we had gotten a good scolding when we arrived at his home from his mum for turning up 15 minutes before dinner. I thought it was a little ridiculous that she was pretty agitated as we did arrive early for dinner and not later.

I do miss him very very very much.. I've gotten so fond.. so attached to his giggles and laughs over the phone - he never fails to bring a smile to my lips even after I've had a rough day at work.. and this month seems to be the 'farm' of rough days.

He would sms me every morning, or lunch time or evening.. or just anytime.. everyday. I would smile to myself as I travel on the KTM or LRT as I read his messages over and over again.. wishing that he would come back soon. Wai Leng was complaining that her current bf did not sms her for the past week when he was on his usual business trips. Frankly, I have to say that a rich businessman would not be as committed to a relationship as a normal guy would. And her current bf is really god damned rich. And well, she did mention that she wanted to break it up tonight.. as she really wants to get into a serious relationship.. kinda like.. marriage kinda material kinda guy.

And then I'd think to myself... I am so grateful .. so blessed.... and I do love all the messages, chats over MSN and those phone calls that William and I share with each other... even though we are so far apart.. His silliness, his words of love and encouragement.. his ever repeating line of 'i love you's.... seems to be the only strenght of support for me.. for the past few months.

He was there to make things easier... when I had lost my samsung phone (yesssss... some smart arse had pick pocketed my retarded samsung at the train station at KLCC... HAH.. I wished I had seen the look of his face when he found out that the screen is not readable, crappy battery life - maximum 3 hours of talktime folks.. and 12 hours standy time.. insane!!! - and the internal antenna is fucked up too.. i don't think it would reach full bar of coverage even if he stood right on top of the maxis satelite dish.. or.. whatever.)..

Oddly, I wasn't hurt at all when I found out that my phone was missing. The only thing that I had missed was those SMS's that I had kept from William... all 274 of them.

And maybe I wasn't as distraught about the lost because... there were shit load of problems this month happening to me.

First was the decision to buy the Wira.. whether or not I could pay the downpayment and monthly installments. Second.. was the car itself.. and that accident on Merdeka eve. (oh yeah.. the mechanic had to ask permission from JPJ to change the middle bar and the bottom bar thingy of the right hand side cause it was totally wrecked.. and THEN...... they just found out that the left hand side is fucked up too... cause when the fella hit me, .. he pushed my car against the kerb after banging into me.. and my car sorta like.. bounced back.. yeah.. so it's KTM and LRT for me till maybe next week Wednesday)...

Yes.. that's double whammy for the car itself.

Then.. my mum's restaurant had closed down.. in the midst of preparing for an ambassadors' and company dinner at the restaurant. So ... Fine. The ambassadors' had their dinner at Midvalley and the company went to Neway, TimesSquare to sing a few rounds of Jason's choices of oldies (and Mr Lee's rendition of silent singing - he was just mouthing the words to 'I Swear'... damn... that was a golden moment... to watch him with the mic in his hand.. and trying not to giggle as you imagine him announcing into the mic "Make sure you all throw your rubbish away ok. Jason later scold me. and Oh.. don't forget to sign out") and we had the buffet at the same place. it was pretty good all of it... and I would have enjoyed it if I hadn't all the other problems to paint my days black.

And then.. comes the decision of whether or not to invest in some sales thingy. It claims that you could earn USD 250 in a week if you recruited 3 other members under you. Heh. I don't even have the start up cash of USD 500 to start it off with.

And then comes the looking for a job for mummy part. well... i had helped her apply for managers at delifrance.. Baker's Cottage.. and some club at The Summit hotel.. and even.. guess what... Carnegies... I can't imagine my mum dancing on the bar top whilst serving whisky and wine.... (and ma!... get me a champagne would ya???)

And my aunts... and dad's opinion on the earning power of my mum. For goodness sake, a lady of 57 years old can't work as a baby sitter for a 7 months old kid!... and what..??... my mum ain't going to sell lottery tickets by the roadside to make ends meet.. hell no!... Sick asses. and mum's got sore kness and a back ache that never seems to reside. and I still gotta find that medicine to fix her joints.

At least she has the puppies... those adorable little fluffy thingys... the newborns are one female and one male.. the poor male puppy has a deformed pair of back paws... and he's the most handsomest of all the puppies Rusty gave birth to. and the bouncy girl pup... she's soooooooo itchy backside!... cannot keep still even for a minute!..

*The blur fluff balls.. .. Shasha on the left... hiding from the camera.. either that or just too tired of the little blurer devil on the right hand side... er.. i dunno what to name the new addition to the Wuff Wuff family.. ler.*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

And then.. work. work has been piling up since the day i had stepped into the office. I have so many loose ends to tie up for each project.. and 2 designers to monitor (which i think i don't need to.. because i feel that they seem to pretty well ... .. manage their own assignments without informing me and making me look like a fool when the boss asks me what 'my' team has been up for the entire week).. Look..don't you understand, people... i don't want to be a meanie and breathe down everyone's neck on what are they up to... all they do is just hate me more. and I think I have had enough of cold shoulders - and it's not bloody hell my fault that i 'seem' to be the one in charge of the creative work because... that's what the boss thinks and expect me to do!... I've had enough of bullshit going on behind my back when I was at Axxezz and I don't want to end up in the same situation.. where I have to tidy up everyone's mistakes and then get the blame for being a slave driver. Fuck man.. i don't think i deserve all this.. definately not when i am working my ass off 99 percent of my time spent in the office. (1 percent goes to my 10 minute ciggies breaks during lunch hour - which i work through cause i usually don't feel hungry and also .. no one to have lunch with i guess... cept for wai leng.. or my ciggie box.. or some unfinished creative work to touch up on.. again)..

*sighs*.. all i wanna do is work so that i don't have the time and energy to think about the other shit that's going on in my life. Maybe that's one reason why i enjoy my work.. cause it keeps me sane in one way or the other. and yea... i do have great colleagues... it's just the work expectations.. i guess.

and.. my social life... i went out with sharm yesterday to KLCC to celebrate Thasha's birthday.. and all i did was... sit there.. and try to laugh along with their jokes... don't get me wrong though.. they are definately fun people.. (thasha, ashwini, and the guy.. which i have forgotten his name again).. .. it's just that... i've lost touch with sharm.. with her new job at nicky's office (data comm) handling customer services.. providing support for Norton antivirus.. and all that... I just... don't know what to speak to her about.. cause... I don't want to burden her with my problems and worries... cause.. well.. heck.. she can't do anything about it... and she has her own stuff to worry about.. and also... i'm just so tired... so so so... exhausted...

.. .. ... .. all i want to do.. is to curl up with william.. and for him to sooth me with his touches and hugs.. and his little words of encouragement.. and i will close my eyes.. and all my worries will just .. ... 'poof' away like how my poster designs would when the computer crashes on me yet again.

... *breathes deeply*.. ... .. and then my dad called.. and asked me to pray hard cause my luck seems to be running to an end. and yes.. it's been a really.. tough period for me.. i feel like breaking down even at the slightest things.. and then i would have to fight those tears.. and just.. keep my pain and disappointment in my heart. .. .. but just one sms from the only one person in my entire world that i love so deeply.. and everything... seem to be rainbows and butterflies and stolen kisses in cinemas again..

and then i would wonder... .. how long.. can I keep it up?

maybe i'll ask The Lord on Sunday... how long more do i have before i burn out... for good?

Gr@nd f.i.n.@.l.e

finally. at last. just came back from an m&m's (the FINAL meeting!) post mortem meeting. and they LOVED the flash that Steve (the new designer guy) and I (.. well.. i gotta give credit to myself too yarrr.. had to learn Macromedia Flash in under 3 hours yarrrrr.... )... the poor fella stayed more than 30 hours straight in the office to complete the entire video + flash summary.

Yessssssss and Chiek Ming, the marketing manager of M&M's gave me a hug and she sounded like she was talking to a poor baby (me). and and and.... i stole more chocolates.... to give Steve ler... (to bribe him for the other pending projects that we have.. ngeh heh hehh). i like chiek ming.. maybe i can get a job there... hmm..

Yes.. but anyway.. i feel.. much.. lighter now.. since the burden of the m&m's thingy is gone. well... i was a little depressed yesterday when i went to carnegies with Elly. I guess i missed eve, she's left the company now.. after 24 hours of resignation notice. and the songs that they were playing at carnegies.. damn.. it all reminded me of the friends that i have not seen in a while now.. since work has consumed my life nearly entirely. songs like like.. don't call me baby - madison avenue, it's my life (this one gets eve bum grooving), a few couple more which were elly's favourites - the times when we were clubbing EVERY weekend of the week for 5 months in a row.. last year, i think.... and then another particular song.. i think it was beyonce - is sky's fave cause he thinks she's hot with... nice boobs.. and oh yeah... no more ladies night or champagne or sex on the beach liao. now it's only special coupons for the ladies to have any drink from the menu. gah. ah well.

and that benny benassi - satisfaction song .... i hate that song!.. it's so... eeky.. and and the MTV video is.. so pervertic!.. ladies with huge... baloons.. playing around with a drill and saw.. and... everything jiggling.. heh. the funny things that guys get turned on with.

and yeah. another news in my life is that my mum's restaurant closed down because the damn owners are insensitive bastards.. but yar.. she's looking and hoping for another job... *sighs*.. and the car is not back from the workshop yet... been travelling up down and around with the LRT train thingy... seriously.. the transportation here sucks.. imagine being squashed onto the door frame with your cheek pressed onto the glass.. yar.. that packed. and then... whenever you think you have found a good corner to get a hold on to, they ask u to change trains cause there's damages on the current train that you're on. sheeshh..

and to all my friends that were so concerned about me.. sending me those sms messages and Jess calling me all the way from australia.. and sharm.. spending the lonely depressing evenings with me and my sad soppy stories and whatever nonsense... my chui chui cuzzy.. . i love u guys.. *hugs*... ..

and my phone (samsung) is totally retarded. the screen has gone blur... with.. blackish... lines.. and... fuzzy words. my loverboy's picture looks like a screwed up abstract impression of a skeleton with.. .. red... fungus growing on his shoulders... .. Samsung sucks sucks suxxx max. never ever get that phone.

.. ... .. and.. and.. and.. and... ... .. ...

.. .. ... .. i have no idea why but my fingers are hyper ventilating.. like... they have not typed long messages in a while already.. cause office cannot use MSN yarrr... and i think my fingers are so happy to be typing again..

.. ... but.. i have nothing else that i want to say.. other than the fact that this is the first time i have seen the 6 pm sky in a very long while.. .. ... ..

... .. and oh.. .... I love you, my love... Thank you for picking up the phone at 3 am in the morning so that i can listen to your voice after a crappy day at the office... thank you for making my laugh.. and giggle.. although you are a billion miles away... thank you for sharing your life with me.. and you had better make sure you finish those 3 pages of assignment by tonight. muahs muahs...

merdek@? P.f.f.f.T.!

damn . i just got into an accident. a rather major one. my new beautiful baby... BHT 7026... got rammed by another Blue Wira.. *sighs*. And i got stuck in the car cause the car door kinda like... .. got smashed in. luckilly... only my ankle suffered a slight gash.

suddenly, there were tons of guys around... and someone yanked the door out ler. .. ... .then the agents came out of nowhere and started pushing name cards at me. The person who banged me was fine.. just the corner of his car cacat a bit. but he admitted that it was his fault and seemed like a good soul. he stayed around until my car got towed away to the hospital.

I felt so lost. i called my mum minutes after the accident. and she arrived.. and those asshole agents kept bugging her and clouding her mind. then i snapped at them saying that I had their card already and i would call them when i do need their unwanted help. then i had snapped at my mum.. then she left. then my dad came.. all the way from port klang. then he tried to put things straight with his contacts.. which did not bloody hell do a good job of things - they abandoned me too. and then dad had to go back to office for a meeting.

went to the police station.. did the reports... the corporal seemed very snappy... i guess he's seen more crap and much worst cases.. so i guess this would be a breeze for him.

*sighs*.. I felt like crying. but my arrogance kept my tears at bay. barely a week old.. and this had to happen. Dad waxed the car on Saturday. and i just.. felt so so bad for getting myself into this mess. And the downpayment he had paid... but i'm thankful that i'm ok. cept for the mental state of mind... well... what better way to spend merdeka day at home recuperating from the shock.

william called when i was at the station. i felt a little better. but i didn't know what to say.. and i didn't know what he could have said to console me either. i guess i just needed someone. and all this happened, because i had to take a different route to collect an M&M's plaque.

i feel like crying again. I don't know why.

mixed f.e.e.l.i.n.g.s

when I was just in secondary school, when people said that work was so much harder than studying, I scoffed at the thought. Nahhh.. I'll definately love work much more than this hell i have to go through everyday facing the teachers and more text books and more nonsensical copying of history notes from the board. But alas.. things have changed.

Today Sky and Steve started their first day at work. And they have been put under my charge. Steve, the super over enthusiatic young fella who wore a tie to work on his first day. and Sky.. the adorable young thing who ties his hair up into a ponytail whenever he's feeling girlish.. Hmm.. i wonder if i still have that post where he has smoke coming out from his head.

I have worked with Sky before and he's a fun doink to work with. Glad he gets along well with Evie.. Er... i don't think she has a choice cause she's sandwiched between Steve and Sky with the new revamped office layout.

About Steve... well.. i hope i can find lots of things for him to do. He seems to be someone who would crumple in a depressed heap if there were nothing left to do. He would do just fineeeee...

And then the Boss had decided to dish out his first fine for the MSN/Yahoo thingy chat programs to Evie today. Bad bad wolf. wai leng does go on msn sometimes too. well, i do go on msn the entire day too, but with the handy help from Messenger Plus.. nyehehehe. But yar. it's a shitty rule. ah well. at least we'll get some pisang goreng from the 'mamak tong' soon from evie. ;)

and when the boss had mentioned something about me looking over the creative part of the magazine... gah... evie is more experienced in the creatives side of the mag. why me la.

like i have so little things to do already. heh.

but wouldn't it be fun to just get out of the office and lepak around sungei wang to get a few photos and a few boutiques contacts for career write ups or for reviews... at least can go kai kai for a while.

yar. but then again, i guess brand consultants have to sit in the office to do their consulting. heh.

and yeah. i sold my Proton Saga for Rm 5,800. To get my new Wira Aeroback Special Edition thingy. I had that car for the past .. er... 5 years. I do remember there was once I had left a packet of chicken drumsticks from Giant in the boot of the car... for a few days. Yeah. you don't want to imagine the unholy stink of my car for the next few days.. Phhueeyy... Lalang all around my car also can die. not to mention the mosquitoes.. maybe they died of lung cancer or something.

Yeah... i had loads of memories in that car. the first few bumps .. injuries from 'underestimated' size of parking spaces and turning circumference.. yup yup... I think my bumper had flew off 4 feet into the air once when a 4WD scraped the side of my car. Got my first speeding ticket in that old junk. Heh.. Some malfunctioned speedo-gun maybe.

And yeah.. I will always remember the first time my car got towed away when i parked outside the vicinity of my college.

Nicky : Lynn... where the heck is your car?

Lynn : Whaddyaaa mean.. doink?.. forgot to bring your glasses today kar? it's there la the same place where I parked la. behind that lane there.. next to that spunky looking Alfa Romeo.

Nicky : Serious. The Alfa Romeo is there. The Proton Saga.. Nada. Zilch. eee-llekk..

Lynn : ... Pffttt... Come la. I show you.

.. .. .. .. .. ...
.. .. .. .. ... .

Lynn : Nicky. Where the heck is my car?

.. .. ... .. Yar... the question was answered after I had went to MPSJ, paid the bloody fine.. and took a cab to SS15 to get my poor car back.. Bloody biased tow-truck operators... preying on the poor and junky...

Yesssss.... my Saga. My good friend had joked saying that it was my BMW. 'Built for My Width'.. Yarrrrrrr...... i know laaa i had a big bum. But yeah... .. I still can not get that stink of the chicken out of my head.

Well... .. I had most of my 'firsts' in that Saga. hmmm... i had my first kiss in the Gen 2.. .. but still... I'm going to miss that BMW of mine. The Wira would be mine tomorrow. I hope it's not as cacat as I know it would be. Heh.

And Wednesday.. yar.. Ladies night at Carnegies again.. Whoo hoo!... hopefully this time Sky would COME and see the leng chais there. er.. not that much leng chai la.. only when me and Evie shake our bums bums then only got leng chais come yarrr??.. nyehehhe.. hmm... will plot to get Jade to come along too.. hmm. hmmm .. hmmmm....

And caroline... yar.. she has not been contacting me since that old sugar daddy of hers made a move onto my.. er.. hand. Hmm.. hmm... shall call her and ask if she wants to have a few shakes of the booty for old times sake. Heh. Maybe Elly and Jessie too.. Hmm.. hmm....

*wheels in brain creaking.. *..

Busy, Colourful l.i.f.e

Ahh.. It's Thursday again.. and it's freakin' cold and freezing. The air-con in this office is ABSURD!.. Either that or some nut case raised the temperature to 18 degrees celcius.. sampai the n*pples also painful..

*blinks*.. er..

...Anywayyyyyy... just completed a round of editing some photos after a mucking around session with some Top Man hats or Top Shop.. or.. whatever la..

*evelyn & jaaddeeehhh. Ah Sum and Ah Pek... AaaaAaaHAHAHAHAH... Kudos to Calvin (eve's loverboy)*
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*wai leng, looking like michael jackson's concubine.. nyehehehehehe*
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* mmeee!!!!! *
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Yes.... anyway... The hats are nice. and i think eve and jade look good together. they don't deserve the nick name by that notti boy yarrrr. nyehehehe. Duh calvin.. what were you thinking lerrrr???? now u have a bunch of girls wanting to chop u up.

I have... tons of things to do.. like some shitty videos for M&M's (AGAIN!).. Celcom.. I think. Then.. Nescafe... Gah. And then I just sent a load of Guitars for more of that silly souvenirs.

Hmmm... but I am so tired. I had a case of... 'god-dammned hole in f***king ceiling' for the past last week. Gah... yar. the ceiling panel of my room had flipped open for apparently no reason. The police went up there, the contractor, the brother.... the only person left to go up there is dato' mahathir to proclaim that there's a gay guy hiding in the water tank. (.. hmm.. a macho one i hope. hehe). Yar. and the damned thing flipped open twice. didn't get enough sleep... well... maybe the sleep was because i was.. er... out... of the house.. partying. Heh.

Last Wednesday, we went to carnegies. Had fun.. the girls and I. Carol had brought along her 'sugar daddy'. some old MD from an engineering company or something. Rudy.. or Mr Chin.. or... Knee.. or.. whatever. Well, at first he was a nice guy.. but the Monday after that (this week monday), he had reached across the table to hold my hand.. and i wasn't feeling too happy about it - especially when carol was sitting right next to me. I declined the offer to follow him to his car. (well, i should have taken up the offer to plant a dung bomb in there or something.. or even better (or.. equivalent.. heh) .. hide Mr Ribena man in the boot. Hmmmmm.... wonder if Mr Lee likes old men... )...

Then... er.. yar.. Me and Nicky went to the launch of Q Bar 2 at Sunway Pyramid. We had already went there on saturday (last week saturday.. man... i do have a lot of dates yarrr... ).. with his cool friends (Nicole, Vylene, Nicole's boyfriend - Joey, I think, carol, Freon, freon's toyboy - Joey too.. I think)... Well. the Joeys were boring guys, but Nicole and Vylene were cool. Suppoed to be the top sales people for their company.. or.. something. We had fun the first time at Q bar 2. i had to puke out some of my Chivas so that I could dance somemore. Heheh.

* the only picture out of 100 + shots taken that turned out the SHARPEST. sad yar - and i took this photo.. not nicky. and the sofa seems to be the main object of focus. of ALL things.. why not of my eye candy??? *
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The second time there wasn't too bad too. But eve and jadeh jjjuusstttt had to ffk me. haih. so bad ler they all. but anyhow, lesbians partners or none at all, i had fun with nicky... Weeell... he had fun with the camera.. and i had fun mingling with some of the boring crowd... whilst entertaining my drink. heh. free flow all night.. but i think i only had one bottle of beer.. and some.. brandy and coke - typical china man style. (i didn't know it was 'china man' style but the guy gynaecologist sitting beside me told me that.. ).

* the clearest photo of my eye candy. i was bugging nicky the ENTIRE night to get this photo. hehehehehe but not clear la. wasted *
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..I had some eye candy.. (luckilly!)... was bugging Nicky to try and get a clear shot of the hunk.. But nnooooo... nicky was more interested in trying to get a picture of a waitress at the bar. the photos turned out rather blurry... well, nicky ain't no professional.. and i guess it was rather dark.. and... colourful too.

* this poor girl and a few more other had to stand all night, adorned in sexy, silver.. ugly outfits.. body painted with gold. to pose as... er.. bowl holders. hehehe. *
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The music was good. The outer hall were playing my fave. R&B ler. With the beyonce and Pink and all that bum shaking stuff. The inner hall was mostly... chill out with a little trance?.. or.. some what like... cafe music. I got bored after they ran out of brandy an vodka, so we went to makan ikan bakar at SS15.

* unidentified lady... with... water and vodka. yarrr.. water!... the silly lady at the counter a bit deaf maybeee... *
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And then... for no reason, Nicky justttt had to tell me that he had slept with Vylene the previous Saturday cause he couldn't shut her up. LOL. it is hillarious really. I had never seen nicky so serious about shutting a girl up.

Nicky : Lynn.. you don't understand..

L : Narrrrrr... it couldn't have been THAT bad... she likes you!. Maybe you guys should go out together.

Nicky : DUH... it was BAD... !! Drunk, 3 hours of non-stop yapping... 3 HOURS i tell you!... I was going crazy!!.. She was talking about her job, the pillows, the sky.. the music.. the dripping sound in the roof... everything !! I tell you!... she yaps more than you do..!!!!! I don't want a girlfriend who yaps non-stop 24 hours at me!!

L : .. .... ... .. .. ... . Ohhhh like datt laaaa... i yappp a lot llaaarrr!!!

Nicky : .. .. . No larrrr...... not as bising as her la..... But one hour in exchange for 5 hours of peaceful sleep was... god damned worth it OK!..At least it shut her up... .. for good!... . At that time.. i was like.. . "Fuck it.... Screw her!!".

.. ... ... hehehehe... literally, it seems. Hm.. maybe if i started yapping non-stop for 3 hours in fornt of Pierce Brosnan... would he do the same?.. hmmm... hmmmmmmm....

't@i - t@i lok'

* Mr. Lee's relief for his 'frustrations' down 'you-know-where-la' *
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I had just arrived at the office after a brief lunch break. Munching on my tuna and sardine sandwich, Mr Lee was flipping through the MYC! August news magazine (Free copies distributed at all Starbucks and McDonald's outlets throughtout Malaysia ... - ceeehhh.. of course must advertise here a littleee bittt lerrr.. ) - and suddenly... ..

Mr. L : Hmm.. you-know-ar this Ma-rai-ah Carey.. I really like this Ma-rai-ah Carey, you know.

Lynn : *raised eyebrows* .. Errr.... hoo-kayy...

Mr. L : I like the girl big big wan... I really cannot tahan when I see this Ma-Rai-Ah Caree - ah... make me nervous only..

Lynn : *goosebumps* Errr.... but Mariah Carey quite skinny worrrr...

Mr. L : But no matter how skinny, she still big big wan..

Lynn : *blinks* .... Ooooohhhhhhh-kkkaayyy... 'there' big big wan laaaaa...

Eve : Cannot tahann arrr??

Mr. L : *eyes lighting up* Yaarrrrrrrr.... Make me excited only...

Eve : ... Haarrrrrr???

Lynn : .. ..... .... ... ... .... ....

Mr. L : I no need to say also you-know-where excited llaaaa harrrr....

Lynn : ....... .... ..... .... ...*mumbles*.. I don't wanna know, man.... Seriously...

Mr. L : .. .Lynn.... . How to say 'pei'-ar? I like the girl 'tai lok-lok' wan, you know..

Lynn : Errrrrr........ thigh ar?

Mr. L : Yarrr...!!.... I like the girl thigh big-big.... long-long wannn... 'tai-tai lok-lok' wann.

Lynn : .. ... ... ... .. .. Eve ar.. you heard ar?

Eve : ..... ... ... ... ... ... ..... .... ..

Lynn : ... I think we better fast fast go liposuction. For safety reasons.

Eve : Yar yar yar yar maaaannnnnn

.... ... ... ... Yarrrrrrrrrrrr man.. that was the spookiest thing I've ever heard .... .. ... ... really.. ew. There goes my libido.

B@ttle of the B@nds

As per request, a few pictures from the event. ;)

* the M&M's people. From left is Fui Ching (assistant brand manager), Hamka, Jason, Chiek Ming (brand manager.. she gave me a hug after the event.. awww.. ) then photogenic Wai Leng... (Lenggg lluuiii!!!) - all standing in front of a backdrop that took me at least 25+ rounds of amendments.. pffbttt*
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* Pocket Change lead singer in the striped tube with her keyboardist (on the right) - the leng 'chai' lui. not baddd... met her on the first day of auditions. pretty funkehh.. *
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* view of the one million dollar stage from behind Khalas @ Hassan and his sound machine *
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* Slyde @ Ah Kit posing for a Calvin Klein advert.. Woo hoo.. macho leng chai with.. er... tummy!.. !... where's the hipster briefs man??? Like the M&M's badge?.. Cute yar!... - he groovy ler.. gave me a shoulder massage somemore - free of charge he says. heh. *
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* Jason showing off the souvenir guitar (fresh from the workshop.. heh) and me *
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* Hassan @ Khalas (on the left) and... unidentified gila fella dancing to Pocket Change's version of Earth, Wind and Fire - September. *
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* group photo of Hodge Podge (winners of the best rendition of the M&M's song). From left is Andy from Altered Frequency (isn't he sooo adorable.. maybe i just like guys in shirts. hehe. )... er... unidentified band member.. all the way right to the girl in green, the lead singer. someone commented that she looked like a hot chick from the back but.. .. dunno look like what from the front. hehe. *
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* me and jade.. with my mummy's lucky draw prize. :) :) :) *
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