For a moment there, I knew what I was going to blog about, but somehow, the whole idea spilled out of the brain like green beans. But first, blogging while your boss is sitting next to you is sinful and should not be attempted by anyone. For some reason (many actually), I do not care, because I am very exhausted from looking through the sea of fabrics in our very messy material library. Designers are messy. And weird as well.

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Oh, happy thoughts; WhiteMan called me into his room to ask this and that and then he said he's giving me a raise and promotion which got me really really really (x100) excited. The moment I thought work sucked, Lady-Luck had to sprinkle its good-luck dust on me. Ok good, because I'm in need of money until Abs's 27th birthday. I have 1/4 of it all planned out. The other 3/4, I'll wait till next year. I'm soooo excited to get him that thing!!! Go figure it out.

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Speaking of him, lucky male bitch got to go watch that Brazil VS Singapore soccer thingy. It's good that I was not invited, because I doubt I would watch the ball. I would rather watch the boys. That's soccer for girls FYI.

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Back to the WhiteMan, it's funny how he notices details on me and Zee sometimes. Like this morning when I didn't have time to straighten my hair, he noticed that difference! Or when Zee wears a new pair of bra, he notices! lolx. Ok, I'm kidding. But, you get what I mean. Zee and me concluded that WhiteMan likes Malay girls. hahahah.

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Weekends was nice and rejuvenating for me. The fact that I got more than 12hrs of sleep everyday (minus the many hours of migrane!), and not attending work last Friday. I love! And yesterday, Abs, his Mum, Dad and myself went down to Larkin. Which got me thinking how lucky I am to be residing in Singapore. Because our country is well-established, squeeky-clean, and most of all - very safe! Because drug addicts who come up to me scares me! It would scare any right-mind people away. However, nothing beats the food they have. I've never been that rice-hungry before. I'm not a rice person, so to have 2 plates of rice outside, that's very rare. And later at night, I had another plate of rice at his place. Yah, I was that hungry! No, actually, it was because the dishes were that good.

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One complain, I don't understand people who define life this way - LIFE=LOVE. Because life is not all about that. Ok, I don't really have issues on that if you MUST have that life-love thing, but having changed the msn nicks over and over and over again about the something I can live without (not!) - LOVE, is verrryyyy disturbing to me. For eg. Monday-I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT U, Tuesday-WHY???WHY??? (that screams "IM HEARTBROKEN" anyway), Wednesday-UR MY ONLY ONE (and to think of it, he/she was depressed the day before), and oh well...you get the idea!

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Ok, I'm going home now. 2moro, I'm hoping AussieBoy would have lunch with us again and forget that sayur issue. The thought of it makes me laugh again.

Today, Aussie boy started a conversation with me instead of just a 'Hi' like he always did. It all began from the SINGfest convo I was having with Zee. The whole morning, instead of working (which I was supposed to be doing anyway), I entered all the contests online in exchange for the SINGfest tickets. And yes, I am still VERY desperate. I was THAT desperate. So upon hearing our convo,
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Aussie Boy: The only way to get the SINGfest tickets for free is if you know the people who are working within the event. Like, I have a friend whose Mum works for them and they get tickets all the time till one time tickets kindda got sold out for the public.
ME: Really???!!!
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Oh yes, that's how things work around here anyway. You kiss butt, you get what you want. My fingers are still crossed in hopes I would win at least one of the contests.
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The convo went from those tickets to cats, to dogs, to smelly cats, to Dark Knight, to Hulk, to Heroes and then to high school. Then, Zee had to open her big mouth and asked,
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Zee to Aussie Boy: So, what's your 2nd language in school? (Becos's Aussie Boy goes to Aussie International School)
Aussie Boy: I took Bahasa. Indonesian.
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Zee tapped me on my thigh, and I got chocked for a while. I couldn't decide wheather to burst out laughing or blush in so much shame!
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Cause the thing is, 2 days ago when Aussie Boy came into the studio on his first day to help DaddyBoss, he ate lunch at our lunch table. I find him cute but for some weird reason, Zee did not, until the 2nd day! So the whole time we were quiet, and Zee again with her big mouth said things like these to me:
(and somehow I=the dumb one joined in the fun) - as always!!!
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Zee: Eh, sedara kau eh? Saper jumpot dier dudok sini ah?
ME: (smiled) Sedara kau lah!

Zee then noticed Aussie Boy did not touch the plate of veggie he bought. So, again, with her big mouth she said;
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Zee: Tak nak makan ke sayor dier?
Dee: Entah, beli tapi tak nak makan. Dier dah kenyang kot.
Zee: Eh dier tak nak kiter amik ah.
Dee: Tanyer ah dier.
Zee: Eh skali dier tau Melayu eh. Mampos kiter. (Becos Aussie Boy's Mum is Indonesian)
Dee: hahahaha. Sure mampos. Eh dier macam tak nak ah tu sayur.
Zee to Aussie Boy: Are you not eating those?
Aussie Boy: I don't have a fork.
Zee: Oh it's in the panrty.
Aussie Boy: Thanks (and he took his fork in the pantry)
Dee to Zee: Alahhh dier nak ah tu sayur.
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So now, knowing that he knows Bahasa, Zee and me felt stupid after that and couldn't stop laughing thinking back about what happened. And worst, yesterday, after the sayur incident, Aussie Boy did not sit at the lunch table with us. But funny thing, he sat with us today, which was a nice thing, because we had a fun time conversing about things that don't really matter actually.

Everytime Channel News Asia announce the contest question in exchange for a pair of $600 SINGfest tickets, I would be about to leave home for work. Which leaves me with only one way to answer the question; rush to work, log into the website and answer the contest question before 12noon. Which I finally did anyway. Fingers crossed. Yes, I am THAT desperate to get those tickets! Because, I cannot afford to pay for a pair of tickets worth S$600.

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This is ONE birthday wish I want granted.

SINGfest 2008;

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would someone be so nice to get tickets for me as my advanced birthday gift please!?

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I came a little too late to take part in the contest ChannelNewsAsia was having yesterday morning. I want tickets soooo badly. The cheapest one they're selling is $150, featuring artists I don't even know, except for Travis, New found Glory & Simple Plan. The $200 tix is featuring artists I WANT to see performing live. Jason Mraz & The Pussycat Dolls especially!!! (arghhh)

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pleaseeee pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

*hints to bf*

So now I have an under-study, and the White Man is putting me on bigger projects and much much more things to do which will make me over-occupied. Not that I never was at the first place. Perhaps he could give me a raise as well. Then, I wouldn't mind having an under-study. It's been a lonnnngggg road. 2-years down here, and I have been working for 5-years already since I graduated from college.

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Very tiring, but rewarding.

:)

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I've gone through office politics, fussy clients, mean bosses, overnights, and being bullied when I first started working. It's been one hell of a ride; the ups and the downs. Later, I've learnt to ignore the politics, please the clients, talk back to mean bosses, work smart and not hard, and bully my juniors (:P)

If you are born in the 1980s like myself, you would probably share the same sentiments with me. In music I mean. Music in the 80s-90s had its dephts. "Ada feel" lah, like what people would normally quote it as.

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Am not saying that today's music is not good. It's just not as good. Oh well, I grew up listening to Spice Girls and all who are true legands...I somehow wish there are still music like those in this PSP-iPhone-digicam era.

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Our girl bands were the Spice Girls & TLC. Paling hot lor that time. Remember singing to 'Waterfall' over and over and over again? And I thought "don't go chasing waterfalls..." was "'Don't go Jason Waterlock..." lol. Ok, dumb moment there. Time primary school maner ader nak pegi check internet for the lyrics. So what we did was to listen to the song over and over again and write the lyrics down main hentam.

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Our boybands were MLTR, Boyzone (pasal time tu BSB belum hot sangat lah). Alternative arses were the GooGooDolls, Hootie & the Blowfish, U2, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Radiohead (HAWWWTTT), 3rd Eye Blind, Oisis and sooo many more who make freaaakinnnggg awsome music!!! And THAT I miss! Green Day, thank god they are still around to give us real music years after years after years. Gawddd, I miss the 90s!

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Sarah Mclachlan's Building a Mystery, damn, that's what I'm talking about okay. I can rant on and on about this, but hell yeh, I want the 90s back. Malay songs, very the legend okay. Seriously, I loveeeee the dulu-dulu Malay songs. So freaking haunting and good. I seriously am so addicted to Black Dog Bone's Si Gadis Melayu ever since I saw Putra performed that song for one of the rounds.

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If only we all can turn back the hands of time. 90s, you rawk.

It has always been how great you are to me, how nice you could be or how sweet are the things you did for me. But I've never said enough on how mean you could sometimes be. Last night was the worst you've done to me. How could you! Humilate me in public, and then still blaming me for it?

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No one ever did that to me. No one ever disrespect me that way. You threw coleslaw on me. Accidental or not, you still did humilate me. When I thought you could stand up for me by at least by saying sorry, you chose to brun me down even more instead, by blaming me for being like this and like that. You're cocky when you're around others with me. You're always acting like you're somebody else. But when we're away from the crowd, you're not that same person anymore. It gets frustrating, mind toturing, and that is a cheat to our relationship.

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It didn't matter that you stayed up at my block the whole night. It just didn't matter. For all you know, I didn't care. I didn't care that you were cold, because what you did to me was way beyond anybody's expectation. Which man would ever do such thing to his woman? I am upset with you. Frustrated, and to think fo it again makes me cry somemore.

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Sometimes I wonder if this is a waste of time. This is not the first. It's the many times. I changed to adapt to you. The least you could do is to do the same. Again, I am having doubts in us. I can never forgive you anymore. I don't love you like I loved you before.

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Since you choose to still be with me, I will simply go on with it. But expect nothing from me anymore. It's the beginning of the end. Enough of me being nice. I've done enough to adapt to your life, yet not appreciated.

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The only time I will forgive you is the time you will start changing for us. It's up to you.

My goodness!

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My brother has been pestering me on MSN for many days already, every morning, day and night to get him a bike. At first, the convo went like this:

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Adik: Kak, don't get me a TZM. My fren said is problematic.

Adik: Don't get me a TZM okay????

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And I swaer I've never said anything about getting him a TZM, becos for goodness sake, it's freaking expensive pleaseeee!!!

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Me: ??? Wait, like firstly, since when did I ever lose my mind to even promise such thing to you???

Adik: That time you got say what!!!

Me: I said KR lah! KR murah I buy for you. TZM you wait long long.

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And then after, he told me he wants a Phantom. Yah, like you're inviting everyone to laugh at you. Pahntom=Pakcik. So I was like, "Let's get a Gilerá."

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Adik: Mahal.

Me: Well whose paying? At least it's cute.

Adik: Phantom please.

Me: KR, Wave or Sparks. Pick one.

Adik: Sparks.

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And I thought that would change his mind. Badan kecik takper. And it went on...

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Me: Ni dah prac brapa?

Adik: 2

Me: Dah 5 baru story. Pi pass semua dulu baru discuss.

Adik: ...

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He gave me that Ok answer and stopped bugging me for the time being. Why didn't he just take Class 3? I'd rather we have a family car lor. I'm a horrible driver, that I know for sure. But, the brother can do the driving. Abs still wants his scrambler. And again, I'd rather he gets a car. Ok, what's with me and cars now? Because they are comfy.

(gambar basi)

Guilty as charged.

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I spent over a 100-smakaroos on clothes. The plan was to exchange my white top for another size. And THE plan was to quickly take the train home after doing so. BUT, I coulnd't help myself! Which girl could, you tell me? Mega stalls with a wide range of brands to choose from is my ultimate favourite. Period. Robinsons & BHG are the best I must say. Robinsons; a place you shoulnd't shop at without the 'SALE' tag on. My satisfying last minute shopping experiance at Robinsons; a white floral top and a sundress with a total price of 88-smakaroos from the the original price tag of 138-bucks. The other 30-bucks went on my make-up.

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I need a bigger wardrobe please.

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I tried singing it to the tune of 'Twinkle Twinkle', and then I tried other tunes of nursey ryhmes which still did not conclude my anticipation on finding THE tune. I wanted to ask the little sister, but she was busy singing to Barney on TV.

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Great! The moment I finished typing that line above, I finally figured out the tune to 'Mary had a little lamb'. Just because, I remembered watching Barney and friends singing to that song, dressed up in farmer's clothes. Now that I'm done with that, I wonder if the little sister is going to toture me any further tonight by making me watch Barney and 'The magic school bus' on VCD again.

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Yesterday was another search for a white top, even after arguing for a mere 10-mins with Abs over that issue. The Rancour boys met us for a while to pass us out Anugerah Band tickets for tomorrow. We got them some donuts from Donut Factory. So the thing is, their trademark color is white, which we had worn back last few weeks when they performed. Me being me, I would never buy or wear anything white unless I really have to. So I was telling Abs that I wanted to get something black, or green, or blue or NOT white. He got all whiny and judgemental after that, so I gave in and DID get my white top.

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So anyway, that's an event I'm looking forward to, and in hopes one of my favourite bands would win the title of The Anugerah Band.

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This jet black hair of mine is turning all green and is not sexy at all. Not that it ever was sexy anyway. I wish I could stop being fickle on the hair color because it has done much damage to my hair. First it was brown, and then blonde highlights, and then back to brown, and then black, and then brown and then now black again. And then I have already planned to conquer the salon tomorrow morning at 10.00am on the dot before I sashay my way into the studio for more dreadful projects.

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Having said that, why am I blogging when I should be rushing to meet the deadlines? *shrug* Maybe because ( I am certain actually) it is so much more fun than having to work.

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Moving on, last night on my way back home, while Abs and me were on the road, this guy who was driving this car had this music blasting out loud from his radio thingy. His car window (or do they call it something else???) was down, and the song he was playing was Pussycat Dolls's "Don't you wish your girlfirned was hot like me....Don't cha..." I burst out laughing because that guy was some 30-ish bald specky man and he had this touch-me-not look on his face. So I was telling Abs that probably in his heart he's singing "Don't you wish your boyfriend was hot like me?" dedicated to whoever the particular girl was who dumpt him for someone else. Which by the way explains a lot on that kerot look. 5 mins later, which technically would mean the song would have ended, he drove pass us and the same song was still playing lah! Dah pasti pasrah!!! lolx.

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Anyway, Abs and me didn't get the chance to meet Nadia last night due to some things that went wrong. Like first, I had a long meeting with White Man, and then someone fell asleep, and then he fell asleep AGAIN, and then Nadia did not call which means she was busy. Therefore, we went for dinner at SPICE and I had my virgin taste on Prata Ice-Cream, which is so yummy but not as yummy with waffles opposing to hot prata.

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TGIF, and I am FINALLY going for shopping! And on another note, he bought us new pair of helmets since his "weekdays" helmet has given way while mine is longar, bau and stained. Now, I am already thinking of redoing the stickers on our Gilera to someone yellow and much more fun than the red and white stars we have currently. We would need Hakim's help again to cut out the stickers since I am not the patient one here. Ignore the grammer and spelling errors in this entry because I know there are many! Ok, Bye!

The weather has been very unpredictable these few days.

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I was all ready to knock off from work last night when it started raining so heavily. From where I'm seating in the studio, looking out through the slightly tinted glass windows, the rain always look like snow to me. When Abs arrived at my work place, the rain stopped. The skies were clear at the beginnning when we entered the expressway. However, it poured so heavily at the other end. I was soaked wet and our plan to Woodland's Causeway point dibatalkan. We went over to his place to get changed while I ironed my crop pants, my blouse and my cardi to get them dry faster. It was fun though being under the rain. I lurrrrve the rain, as long as it doesn't bother my makeup.

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That plan to get my Doodle phone had to be cancelled. Yes, meaning I still have to use my imaginary Doodle phone for now. After the addition of the instalment and all kan, the phone that I wanted to get would cost him over 1K which is wayyyy over his budget. Takper lahhhh. It's ok. It's not a NEED to have one anyway. Unlike my brother, I don't need fancy gadgets to please me. I think all boys "need" fancy gadgets to please them. We girls are just like Barbies. Clothes and such please us enough. Oh, money too.

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...and as I age, I have started to love/ appreciate certain food which I hated before when I was younger. For a start, it was Indian's fried noodles which I have never liked before. Later, it was nasi ayam, pancakes and the ultimate favourtie...yong taufu. Oh yes I hated pancakes, especially those McDonalds's hotcakes. As for fishball and yellow noodles, I am trying so hard to like them. I don't get it why people like eating them so much. Fishball and fishcakes taste like sponge to me (not that I've tasted sponge before) and yellow noodle tastes like raw dough. So there you go, some random food infos which are not that usefull to you anyway.

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Tonight, Abs and me FINALLY are going to meet Nadia IF she's not too busy. Girlfriend is moving to Aussie or something so die-die kene meet. Plus, Abs haven't been meeting her for ages, so it's good to have them meet each other and bond in person instead of having to scream over the phone all the time. Oh yes, they SCREAM on the phone when they talk. I don't know why they can't talk like normal people usually do. Town-tripping tonight after ages of negelcting that part of the little red dot.

When we both doubt that Rancour would move on to the finals, they got in! We were no doubt happy, and I was even happier when Fatskunks is moving to the finals as well. I don't care about other bands, especially Trabo. As long as either my two favourites win, I'd be one hell of a happy gooper girl. We've got tickets for next week's show. "Thank you abang drummer!!!"

I noticed that the more I age, I get annoyed by people easily. Yes people. No one in particular, but the presence of people, especially at the start of my morning does annoy me. For a start, those who stands right infron of the MRT door and not giving any way for the passangers who are getting out. Another are people who rush to a seat in the MRT when one leaves the throne. It gets worst when they are fit men who are no doubt non-gentlemen who refuse to give up their seats to us women. Worst still, pregnant women or old ladies.

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The next stage to "that" feeling is the faces at work who speak only "office" language. Meaning, everything is about work. Well, all work and no play makes John (or whoever) a dull boy (or girl, whichever you are). Sometimes, they annoy me with the non-office language too by making dumb remarks or laughing over things that aren't even funny.

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The last stage is the boyfriend who choose to scream at me on the phone (or in person) whenever he's sleepy, moody or grumpy which happens every single day. Another is at home when Mum, Dad, the brother or sister ask me questions which I sometimes can't answer. Like how to you answer "Why is the car red?" I don't know Amee! I don't know why the car is red, so can you please ask Mum or something???

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So don't blame me that I snap a lot, that I look grumpy and angry ALL the time, that I simply am not a smily person. It's not my fault. Really. Afterall, life's no more applesticks and popsickles when you're 22...

'Abs & Dee' turn 7-mnths old.

Yah, you might say "baru 7 months jer..." but this is the longest 7-months for me, and also for him I believe. We meet each other everyday, and the longest period of time we did not meet was 2-3 days, which happened only once. This relationship, like others has been like Rocky Road ice-cream. Got nuts, got cream. Got bitter, got sweet. Campor-campor lah.

We had an advanced so-called celebration, which is our monthly culture. Instead of finishing up my projects in the studio, I spent the entire day making his humongous cardCUMpictureframeCUMcollage since I was out of gift ideas. It looked okay for a few hours work lah. Nothing compared to things my cousin Filzzie would do for her friends (or her imaginary boyfriend).

Before dinner, we went to visit my darling Zee in her gorgeous SGH PJ outfit. She's been warded for low blood. She looked more radiant than she usually was, but she was rather weak. But with the flowers and gifts all over her, I'm sure that perk up her boring days in there. Get well soon babe!

Abs and me had our buffet dinner at Sakura after his surprise of a box on our ride. Whee. That made me happy, because now picnic does not have to be a chore having to carry so many things inside a huge bag and carrying it on our hands while we were on the bike. After the Sakura's buffet, I swore never to have Japanese food for at least 5-months. I wanted to throw up at every sight of food, especially sashimi. The Chawamushi was smashing good though. It was the best I've had so far.

At home, Mum, Amee and me have been busy doing craft work. We have been making jewelleries, and I suck at it. Mum makes the best ones while mine and Amee's have glue all over the place. Kalau jual confirm tak laku lor. But, I love the bonding session. And I love my angel Amee to bits. She's the most beautiful girl in my world.

Just look at that face. How cab I ever say NO to that???