I woke up this morning to the happy sms-tone of my trusty (and very much battered. I had dropped it on the road and when i wanted to pick it up, my cute blue slippers from Billabong gave it a little kick .. .. 1 meter away... helloooo new scratch on screen!) handphone. And although I was still recovering from last night, I was elated - it was from my loverboy.. So with one eye still trying to catch up on some shut eye session, I happilly sms-ed him back.
The thing that made me ponder about was, I welcomed his interruption of my beauty sleep - maybe it is to the point where I want him to interrupt because... it is the memory of him that I thrive on everyday. If it had been anyone else, even Mummy, I would have snapped back instantly, telling them to leave me alone and to remind them that waking up Lynn when she has not slept enough, would awaken the wrath of Lynn too. And it's not a very pretty sight. (actually, i have only unleashed my wrath on one person - and that's that bastard supervisor and his stupid, cotton-brained sales assistants - the dumbest one of the lot whom I fired because she had this magnet implanted into her fat ass that would magnetize her to the chair the entire day and she wouldn't even lift a toe to do anything - i doubt that she would even lift that very toe to press a button to release more oxigen into the air to continue the survival of all mankind on earth - yes, this blubbering bimbo then became the pig's wife to pollute the earth with more unwanted species).
Well, but after that, thankfully, he left me alone for a while to feed his sow. And because of some untrue stories circulating around the company about him and I having some sort of 'hanky-panky' (hah... some people just take in any shit that is stuffed into them), my boss decided not to let me go around for my regular spot checks on the stores. That's good, so that I can save on the measly transport allowance that she claims that it was so much more than enough.. *pfft*... (yeah.. to power a lawn mower maybe... .. or a bullock cart). I have to say that I am a very tolerant person. And it is sometimes a weakness. Hmm.. I need to overcome that one day or another. But when I reach my limit... hehehe... better pray that you had paid your insurance fees.
But my patience have been wearing rather thin with the people at work. How can we work efficiently when the bloody sales girls don't even know how to work the fax machine to make it accept faxes? Sadly, I am always surrounded by idiots when it comes to work. They always expect me to save them from their mess. And the company does not pay me enough to tolerate this kind of bullshit. Hah.
But I love my work. I love meeting the people. I love working alongside with senior professionals with more matured minds. I love being the one able to decide which company we should work with and who are the most rewarding partners. I love to hear people telling me that they think I have worked in my job for more than 5 years - because I have the passion for my work, my company's product, my brand name. I love hearing people compliment on me being so young, yet able to carry a post which requires much more experience, and much more seniority in age. And my boss has the cheek to comment in my appraisal saying that 'she does not care for the well -being of the company'.
And I love the people that I had made friends with along the way. Writers and fashion stylists from Cleo, Female, Harpers Bazaar, Vida!, Seventeen, Malaysian Women's Weekly, Her World, Cittabella, Nuyou, Astro, RTM, DiGi, Ambank, Hong Leong Bank, .. ... well, the list goes on. I will definately miss working with them when I leave. Not forgetting my 2 designers whom I worked very close with ever since they came in 10 months ago, Sky and Elly. And, because of my profession, my interest in public relations, and my close friend (Carol), indirectly, I met William at a conference that I would have not attended if I did not receive a call of distress from the project manager handling the ticketing for that conference less than 11 hours before the start of the event.
Because of my close relationship with this particular PR person from Digi, I always get free movie passes from her along with other lavish dinner invitations. She had sent tickets for special screening of movies and I usually go either with Nicky and there was one occassion when I went with Jessica - because there was no other person available and it was very hard to decide who to pick amongst your friends. And I was always reminded of my single-status-ness when a pair of tickets falls out from the yellow printed envelope - and I felt lonely - and then I must think of who would be my next date - and like it or not, if I didn't like that person's attitude, I would have to bear with it until the movie ended. But, in January 2005, this 'mind boggling-ticket-allocation-decision' changed. Even before my fingers rested on the lapel of the envelope, I knew who was coming with me. I knew whom I wanted to share this little gift from my Digi angel. I knew who would definately say yes to my invitation. I knew who I wanted to be with for the entire night. I knew I would definately love his company more than I would love the movie or whatever that happened to be playing on the screen. Simply put - 'Oh.. tickets!.. Hmm.. what time shall I pick him up?'.
... I had a wonderful night. He had dressed scrumptiously for the occassion. I couldn't keep my eyes off him again. I was proud that it was my hand that he was holding and not anyone elses. The 3D movie was short, but I didn't really care what happened, as long I was at his side. To listen to him, to chatter aimlessly with, to see him happy... I enjoyed every second, even if it was just sitting opposite from him at a cosy corner in Dome. I love the communication waves that we share - we could talk for ever and ever, about anything and everything under the sun (or moon). And.. I have not run out of nonsensical topics to tire his ear out ... ...yet.
.. .. Another pair of tickets arrive in the mail last week Monday at the office for a special screening for 'Robots' the new cartoon at Sunway Pyramid. I held on to those tickets. I did not tell anyone I had tickets. Deep in my heart, I wanted to share it with my other half but it was not logically(and physically) possible as he was a gadzillion miles away. I just wanted to .. ... feel that same feeling that I had - 'finally someone is my complete pair'... kinda.. feeling. I wanted to relive those sweet dates we had together. These pair of tickets might mean.. ... 'Oh.. it's just another bribe from DiGi to make sure we give them the best promotions.. pfft' to anyone else, but to me, I believe that these pair of tickets were meant to make more sweet, unforgetable moments for special 'pairs'. And I wouldn't want to go with anyone else except for him. (and it was also because I had tickets to go to that 'Forces of nature' concert that I had PAID for.. - but you know, I might even consider not going for that concert if he were around... RM192 can't buy my happiness and love).
Then on Friday, the day of the movie, I had intended to give it to Elly, to try patch things up with her boyfriend, but.. it seemed that he wasn't around for the special treat. So, I changed my mind.. wouldn't want my pair of tickets to be the firestarter of the end of a relationship. Hehe. So, I turned to the next best happier... urm... gay couple. Sky was depressed that his bf would not let him go to the concert so I thought he needed the movie tickets to soothe things up. Well, Sky seemed much more grateful than Elly.
.. .. It's a nice .. undescribable feeling, you know.. To have this special person, to be your complete 'pair'. And yes, blessings come in many.. many types of wrappings, shapes, sizes, colours, undies size, ribbed or non-ribbed, nylon or cotton... .. *blinks.. *.. (.. earth to Lynn, earth to Lynn.... ) but I believe they always come in pairs.
And my other half's side of the world is now .. nearly 11pm. I do hope he had reached safely. And I am so blessed, to have us as a pair. *muahs*
.. .. .... ... Oh my God... .. He just came online.
The thing that made me ponder about was, I welcomed his interruption of my beauty sleep - maybe it is to the point where I want him to interrupt because... it is the memory of him that I thrive on everyday. If it had been anyone else, even Mummy, I would have snapped back instantly, telling them to leave me alone and to remind them that waking up Lynn when she has not slept enough, would awaken the wrath of Lynn too. And it's not a very pretty sight. (actually, i have only unleashed my wrath on one person - and that's that bastard supervisor and his stupid, cotton-brained sales assistants - the dumbest one of the lot whom I fired because she had this magnet implanted into her fat ass that would magnetize her to the chair the entire day and she wouldn't even lift a toe to do anything - i doubt that she would even lift that very toe to press a button to release more oxigen into the air to continue the survival of all mankind on earth - yes, this blubbering bimbo then became the pig's wife to pollute the earth with more unwanted species).
Well, but after that, thankfully, he left me alone for a while to feed his sow. And because of some untrue stories circulating around the company about him and I having some sort of 'hanky-panky' (hah... some people just take in any shit that is stuffed into them), my boss decided not to let me go around for my regular spot checks on the stores. That's good, so that I can save on the measly transport allowance that she claims that it was so much more than enough.. *pfft*... (yeah.. to power a lawn mower maybe... .. or a bullock cart). I have to say that I am a very tolerant person. And it is sometimes a weakness. Hmm.. I need to overcome that one day or another. But when I reach my limit... hehehe... better pray that you had paid your insurance fees.
But my patience have been wearing rather thin with the people at work. How can we work efficiently when the bloody sales girls don't even know how to work the fax machine to make it accept faxes? Sadly, I am always surrounded by idiots when it comes to work. They always expect me to save them from their mess. And the company does not pay me enough to tolerate this kind of bullshit. Hah.
But I love my work. I love meeting the people. I love working alongside with senior professionals with more matured minds. I love being the one able to decide which company we should work with and who are the most rewarding partners. I love to hear people telling me that they think I have worked in my job for more than 5 years - because I have the passion for my work, my company's product, my brand name. I love hearing people compliment on me being so young, yet able to carry a post which requires much more experience, and much more seniority in age. And my boss has the cheek to comment in my appraisal saying that 'she does not care for the well -being of the company'.
And I love the people that I had made friends with along the way. Writers and fashion stylists from Cleo, Female, Harpers Bazaar, Vida!, Seventeen, Malaysian Women's Weekly, Her World, Cittabella, Nuyou, Astro, RTM, DiGi, Ambank, Hong Leong Bank, .. ... well, the list goes on. I will definately miss working with them when I leave. Not forgetting my 2 designers whom I worked very close with ever since they came in 10 months ago, Sky and Elly. And, because of my profession, my interest in public relations, and my close friend (Carol), indirectly, I met William at a conference that I would have not attended if I did not receive a call of distress from the project manager handling the ticketing for that conference less than 11 hours before the start of the event.
Because of my close relationship with this particular PR person from Digi, I always get free movie passes from her along with other lavish dinner invitations. She had sent tickets for special screening of movies and I usually go either with Nicky and there was one occassion when I went with Jessica - because there was no other person available and it was very hard to decide who to pick amongst your friends. And I was always reminded of my single-status-ness when a pair of tickets falls out from the yellow printed envelope - and I felt lonely - and then I must think of who would be my next date - and like it or not, if I didn't like that person's attitude, I would have to bear with it until the movie ended. But, in January 2005, this 'mind boggling-ticket-allocation-decision' changed. Even before my fingers rested on the lapel of the envelope, I knew who was coming with me. I knew whom I wanted to share this little gift from my Digi angel. I knew who would definately say yes to my invitation. I knew who I wanted to be with for the entire night. I knew I would definately love his company more than I would love the movie or whatever that happened to be playing on the screen. Simply put - 'Oh.. tickets!.. Hmm.. what time shall I pick him up?'.
... I had a wonderful night. He had dressed scrumptiously for the occassion. I couldn't keep my eyes off him again. I was proud that it was my hand that he was holding and not anyone elses. The 3D movie was short, but I didn't really care what happened, as long I was at his side. To listen to him, to chatter aimlessly with, to see him happy... I enjoyed every second, even if it was just sitting opposite from him at a cosy corner in Dome. I love the communication waves that we share - we could talk for ever and ever, about anything and everything under the sun (or moon). And.. I have not run out of nonsensical topics to tire his ear out ... ...yet.
.. .. Another pair of tickets arrive in the mail last week Monday at the office for a special screening for 'Robots' the new cartoon at Sunway Pyramid. I held on to those tickets. I did not tell anyone I had tickets. Deep in my heart, I wanted to share it with my other half but it was not logically(and physically) possible as he was a gadzillion miles away. I just wanted to .. ... feel that same feeling that I had - 'finally someone is my complete pair'... kinda.. feeling. I wanted to relive those sweet dates we had together. These pair of tickets might mean.. ... 'Oh.. it's just another bribe from DiGi to make sure we give them the best promotions.. pfft' to anyone else, but to me, I believe that these pair of tickets were meant to make more sweet, unforgetable moments for special 'pairs'. And I wouldn't want to go with anyone else except for him. (and it was also because I had tickets to go to that 'Forces of nature' concert that I had PAID for.. - but you know, I might even consider not going for that concert if he were around... RM192 can't buy my happiness and love).
Then on Friday, the day of the movie, I had intended to give it to Elly, to try patch things up with her boyfriend, but.. it seemed that he wasn't around for the special treat. So, I changed my mind.. wouldn't want my pair of tickets to be the firestarter of the end of a relationship. Hehe. So, I turned to the next best happier... urm... gay couple. Sky was depressed that his bf would not let him go to the concert so I thought he needed the movie tickets to soothe things up. Well, Sky seemed much more grateful than Elly.
.. .. It's a nice .. undescribable feeling, you know.. To have this special person, to be your complete 'pair'. And yes, blessings come in many.. many types of wrappings, shapes, sizes, colours, undies size, ribbed or non-ribbed, nylon or cotton... .. *blinks.. *.. (.. earth to Lynn, earth to Lynn.... ) but I believe they always come in pairs.
And my other half's side of the world is now .. nearly 11pm. I do hope he had reached safely. And I am so blessed, to have us as a pair. *muahs*
.. .. .... ... Oh my God... .. He just came online.
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