l.o.v.i.n.g him

The past week has been a rush of events. Trying to tie up loose ends for the damn M&M's Battle of the Bands finals concert at Sunway Pyramid, 5th August. And the auditions were pretty good. Some bands sounded like screeching monkeys on the recordings, but all seemed well - no one got hurt. And then i had to design the voting page for it. Check it out - the M&Ms Battle of the Bands finalists. And... hope that some of the songs won't singe your speakers.

*the M&M's BOB program book for the night. It still has YET to be printed...*&$%#%$*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

*it's only a lucky draw ticket, people. smart idea from boss to 'draw' a crowd.*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

and some idiot sent me an email saying 'Hey.. when i clicked on the button, it says i have to select a band even though i have filled in my details'. - My reply - '... did you.. .. select a band then?'... ... ... no reply from him after that. heh

Yar.. and then there was a flurry about the bloody 'search lights' for the crowd. I was trying to reason out with Jason why it would be a waste of money - there would be no space to 'sweep' the lights over the crowd? And duh.. it's a shopping centre.. with lights... it'll be too bright to see the light anyway. but yar. his problem ler. i had enough with the bloody props guy - brainless twat kept saying that the lights would cost RM5000+... and then when the boss calls him, says that it would only cost RM1000. moron.

*behold ... the final look of the stage.. after 239742 times of amendments... *
~an original p@ssion-@rt

Yes... that would be how the stage would look like. imagine it cramped up under the belly of the sphinx thingy at sunway pyramid... ... ohhhh.... *shivers*... scary. .. Well, let's see if the boss can get off his ass and give me the storyboard for the Projector movie thingy.. and the copy for the Program book before I SCREAM UNLADY-LIKE CURSES!!!.. ... ... ...

.. .. ... *ahem*.. yes... but luckilly... Pat had given me some photoshoot assignment for her nescafe kickstart report. I like photography.. does give me a sense of.. serenity.. you know.. the concentration of contrast and angle.. it puts my mind at ease..

*the postbox.. after a second revamp.. just 3 days before the event started. heh.. talk about heartattacks. I'm going to sneak one home after the event. nyehehe. Designed the bloody sticker on it. Eng Seen did the modeling*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

The postbox, was supposed to look like one of those .. red.. postboxes like the ones that they have in the UK. Kok Lee was cracking his head on trying to come up with a mock. but the cost for those bloody things were just too high as a special mold had to be made. So.. to make things easier.. and cheaper. .. we had to ditch the hard work.. and redesign this silly thing. and i think it can only fit in.. pffftt.. as least only 10 forms or so?... silly .. it would have been much more useful if it were 3 or 4 feet high.

*nescafe kickstart forms.. my form is still sitting on my desk.. waiting for my brain to hiccough a 'realistic' dream.... of my future.. hmm.. how does a 'bed tester career' sound?*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

Yes.. and i have to write about my dream career.. i still want to open that concept boutique that some of you might know of. Hmm... I MUST get down to writing it soon. ... well, it's highly unlikely they would pick mine out of.. .. 12 thousand entries. heh..

*nescafe sachets... Mr ribena man's favourite.. every morning with 2 sachets of creamer (stolen from Mcdonalds).. and 2 sachets of sugar (stolen from... some unlucky place.. )*
~an original p@ssion-@rt

.. Ahh... that's just.. 5% of the work of the week... that's why i was working late into the evening.. and i haven't been seeing much of my love on MSN. I would be busy at work (with the boss breathing down my neck about no-MSN-during-office-hours) and when i do get back early.. (around.. 9 or 10pm), my eyes would be so tired and i can't bear to stare at the glare of my LCD monitor. not after 10 hours of being in front of the monitor at work.

And the *&^^%(*& broadband service provider had cut off my account cause they claim they did not receive the payment for the past 2 months... more twats to deal with.

And then he would call. (no.. not the twat)..

I would release my 'stress' ... dealing out my irritations with work as well as sadness.. and thoughts and... he would just.. listen... and listen.. and sometimes giving some.. .. pretty-obvious-comments-and-advices... but i do love our conversations.. just that sometimes he would just be a biggg dernggggg... and we would be on the phone till his card runs out or till i can't bear the heat at my ear from my handphone.

I would miss him throughout the day. whether i would be adjusting some god forsaken line that wouldn't want to be aligned with some text, or pretending to be meek and polite as i haggle for prices with the salesman.. or whether i would be sneaking out for another ciggie... ... or fighting with wai leng on who should eat the last peanut butter biscuit...

Yeah.. He's on my mind all the time.

He was on my mind too when I brought Ryan and his girlfriend, Candy to Passion. Ryan was my roomate's (Teddy) friend from uni who bunked in our apartment in Brisbane. I lost touch with him when i left for KL and i do miss his cheery character. He has always treated me like a small sister but he does love my curry chicken (he mentioned it last night over the loud chillout music and it did make me smile .. at least someone appreciates). I used to cook for 8 guys ... gah.. but it was really fun... and all of them were cute.. and single.. and macho.... (gah lyyynnn.... were you so ignoranttt??... )..

.. ... Yea... even when Carol was trying to puke the remains of the crab and prawns that she had for dinner... He was still on my mind. I knew he would stay up.. and I knew he would be counting the minutes till I get back home safe and sound.. I knew he was worried... about his naughty baby girl.

.. *sighs*.. But I love it all.

.. ... my grandmother just walked into my room and asked me how to work her handphone. hehe.. cute.. senior citizens armed with handphones.. wondering whether the C stands for Color or Call-for-help instead of Clear. .. .

. And now i am in a dilemma.. on whether i should go out and get something to eat... or to take a bath... .. Haih.. decisions decisions... why can't i take a bath and eat at the same time ... gah..

.. ... ... ... and he complaints that I nag too much and that i never take his suggestions.. hehe.. I just loveeee the attention. ;)..

.. .. Yup.. he's still on my mind.

r.e.f.l.e.c.t.i.o.n.s

Ah... finally.. a Saturday at home.. feeling so contented as I had just finished the last page of the Harry Potter 6 book. My arms were feeling tired from holding it up already. And I just got off the phone with my loverboy - with that nifty ip to phone call thingy service from StreamyX - 20 cents per minute to australia. Not bad eh? They even gave me a 'free' headphone set (.. yar.. Rm15 every month for the service.. they should give me a god damned new computer altogether.) Quite surprisingly, the headset arrived in just 3 days!.. Hmm.. service seems to be perking up a lil' bit.. no wonder they are charging more..

Anyway... I have been TOTALLLY busy and tired out. With the coming M&M's Battle of the Bands finals and a few last minute roadshows with Celcom and god-knows-what-else, it's a wonder that I still get to talk to William everyday (yar.. with my eyes closing and my brains shutting down at 10pm every night.. I can't even remember what we talked about the next morning!). Now, the auditions for the bands are happening at AkarKarya Studios somewhere at Uptown is being held. I am still waiting for a call from my boss to see if I need to stand in for the auditions should he be not able to make it. Lalalala... it's 12:28pm and the auditions are at 2pm. He had better dial my number now or I am just going to laze around for the afternoon... again.

Hmm... I do remember that I have some branding revamping to do with MYC!... Hmm.... ah heck.. I just finished with the Celcom and McDonalds website... .. Lazy ler.. and it's my Saturday off for heaven's sake!..

This job is extremely fast paced. You gotta think quick and be on your toes always. Wai Leng has been a darling - reminding me of the little things that I always forget. And I do miss the little lunches that we'd take at Wisma Cosway with our ciggies and lady gossips. Hehe. But all of us are so tired. And I am sick now - down with a little flu and.. weird tummy cramps. But yeah, I've been running around looking for miniature guitars. I'll take a picture and show you - they are supposed to be souvenirs for our partners in M&M's Battle of the Bands. And I... am supposed to figure out how to stick those darn things on a block of wood - to make it look like.. .. a trophy.. or something.. 'presentable'.. (they'd only cost RM13 at central market)

Yeah.. one afternoon, wai leng and I ventured to central market to look out for the silly guitars. We went from one stall after another - and the guys were just staring at us from top to bottom as we haggled the prices. I think we must have looked very out of place. Then after that, at 8:45pm, (he promised us he would be there at 8pm), Jason came and joined us for dinner at Petaling Street. It was a very enlightening evening with my boss and wai leng. They LOVE to eat. I was just so tired, i couldn't keep my eyes open.

Well, it's going to be a rather lonely month for me. With everyone so busy with their work and lives.. including me. I have my other problems... but i don't want to think about them. And then reality hits you smack in the face and then you'd have to go back to thinking about your problems. Yeah.. I know.. people would think.. 'Eh?.. Lynn?.. She has everything!... She loves her job, she knows how to enjoy life, her mum loves her, she has 3 cute furry dogs (plus 3 more.. Rusty just gave birth.. again.. ), her aunts love her, she has a boyfriend who is obsessed with her, her bf's mum invites her over for dinner.. etc.. etc.. '..

Yeah... there's so many things in my life to love about.. I guess it all just boils down to that one evil thing that silly men created - money. And I was just speaking to a junior of mine - whether she loved her current job. and she replied 'What is there to love about jobs? I just love money.'.

Is that it?.. Loving money gets you to places?.. Nah.. Not for me. I just love my job. Money is important to get me to the work place so that I can love working my job. Not that I am a workaholic, but I take pride in what I do. I am proud that someone appreciates my work, I guess..

Ah. Jessica just left for Melbourne last night. I do miss her company. I was so tired when sharm and I were at her place the previous night - just a girls night where we would pig out on pizza, bak kua (dried meat) and.. papaya and cinna sticks from Domino's pizza. They were playing Burnout, listening to their whooping cries of victory.. I had actually fell asleep on the very comfortable couch.. at 10 pm.. Well, I was stuffed from the cinnasticks.. (i love those.. expecially with the icing.. yum yum.. ).. and I was really whacked out from work. I was dissapointed with myself for not getting her something before she left.. like a card or.. something. I used to do that when I was younger and had time. But I guess now.. .. i'm all busy and.. adult.. and all that nonsensical excuses that I shouldn't be using.

Ah well... at least Sharm would still be around for a little while.. now that she has finished her CLP.. and then she might be going off to.. Zimbabwe.. was it?.. Or was it Cambodia..??? Yar.. somewhere around those two places ler. I think she would be gone for quite some time.. a year perhaps.. .. she does want to get out of Malaysia.. but what i really think is that she wants to get away from her parents... I'd miss her so dearly too.. although I haven't been confiding in her about my problems and stuff.. - cause i think .. they'd never understand the problems that I have... they are so sheltered within their family .. and they are not working... they don't have to fend for themselves... *sighs*...

Well, now Eve might be leaving the company. and then I'd have to help in looking for more designers. I do wish her all the luck.. She is a great person and a great friend.. always giggling and laughing and smiling and... whacking you left-right-center-and-round-and-round-like-a-merry-go-round... heh. A definite gem. And yeah.. Jade is a dear too.. amusing and a great lunch and shopping partner.. hehe. I have great colleagues.. great great great ones. Even the interns are leaving too. I think they are scared of me. hehehe.. what's new... *muahs muahs* to all of you.

*muahs* to my cousin too... who had 'graciously' pointed out that Stephen Gately was from Boyzone and not 911. Hehehe. I told you, your cousin here is getting old.. facts all messed up liao. Brain also dunno think of what... all useless nonsense. Hehehe. I hope you are enjoying your internship. I will make a trip down to singapore one of these days.. maybe in August or something. hang on... It's August soon eh???.. er.. maybe September or October then.. hehe.

And not forgetting my boy-boy.. I love you. Please do remember that. Study hard and study smart.. and I hope you do not end up like me... drowning in problems which only you yourself can sort out. I hope that you'll have a great future ahead of you which I am very sure it would not be a problem. *muahs*.. 1437.

ticking s.e.c.o.n.d.s

June 17th 2005 to July 13th 2005 - not a moment was wasted : I had dedicated every waking second to be in the presence of my love. I was exhausted from work when I went along with his father and younger brother to the airport to pick him up - but I was estatic when he appeared at the gate, looking like a refugee camp survivor as usual.

The next few days of the weekend were spent on getting his haircut, getting my hair touched-up (he waited patiently for 3 hours.. hehehe), window shopping (I was trying to introduce him to what girls usually do with their girlfriends.. ) and being soooo lovey dovey.

His mother had permitted me to stay at their home so that we 'would not get into too much trouble by returning home late'. well, quality time well spent I guess - doing his Thesis. Bleugh.

But it was a good break for me - at least I had a little nibble of 'schoolwork' again. Heh. But I have always enjoyed producing assignments when I was still back in school - always gave me some kinda satisfaction of my achievement (yar.. completing a final year project in 3 days is definately an achievement.. heh).

I'm pretty meticulous in my paperwork. I like to add a little 'flair' to it, with pretty font types and the likes. The format of the paper would be extremely detailed and organized - a total opposite to my room, I have to say. You could still find some 911 posters (before stephen gately admitted that he was gay) stashed in some long forgotten primary 5 school file if you looked hard enough (mind you.. look VERY hard..)

Although great marks were awarded to most of my 'masterpieces', it definately took a toll on my social circle when I was in college. Well.. *shrugs*.. I was well known for my 'silent kill' method which was acting very coolly about due dates, not really studying at all.. not seeming to care actually - but when the due dates came .. 'wham'.. i'd whack down some really good chunk of work right down on their noses.

Yes. I was arrogant (i still am, mind you), rather quiet - I only speak to those who has something realllyy important to say. I didn't believe in mingling around with the crowd to be 'in'. I was just on my little turf, guarding my knowledge or.. something, I guess. I still don't know why I was so extremely uptight.. hmm. And I had a very fierce bite. Maybe I guarded that 'guard dog' in me, in fear that I would hurt people more than I had intended to.

But thankfully, I'm quite strong. I have endured loads of nonsense from many types of odd characters, and I tend to keep it all within me, till I blow. And only those who has been with me for a long time would see this side of me - well.. it's a good and bad thing I suppose. If you're getting lots of 'heat' from me, then you're in my good books - because I wouldn't have bothered to keep it all in me if it didn't matter to me. I couldn't care less if an acid truck rolled over you and splashed its contents on you and your [insert favourite animal/item/porn movie/food here] if you were insignificant in my life.

Ah well. I do miss him. I hope God would give him the strength. For everything that he has to go through.

I love you. I really do.