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M.I.A. for 2 Days

I’ve been out of action for two days cos i got hit by food poisoning late Mon night/early Tues morning.
I don’t even remember the last time i *had* food poisoning… i must’ve been in school!

“Does it hurt here?” the doctor asked pressing the right side of my stomach.
“No… a bit to the left.”
“Okay, so it’s not your appendix.”
“Oh thank God no.”
“Here?” he pressed the middle of my lower stomach.
“Yessss… ARghhhhhhhhhh. YES. (okay you can stop pressing now!!!)”
“You got food poisoning,” he stated, jotting down notes for my prescription, “I’m giving you tablets to take before eating, that should stop the pain and diarrhea.”

As he wrote it down, i thought forlornly, Damn. I wish it was cough mixture instead >.<

At first i lost weight from the ordeal, now the medication is not making me lose anything… and i feel bloated instead.

-_-

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I walked into Topshop one day, scouting for new bright bikinis to make up for my loss in bright hair.
One of the sales guys gave me a big smile as i walked past.
Uh-oh, i smiled back.
“Hey! How’ve you been  :xhappy: he chirped.
“Good…” i slowly replied, urging my ailing memory to jump start a lil something.
Oh dammit. Who’s this. I don’t remember. But then again, i always don’t remember!

I decided to drop the game of ‘yeah i know you!’ and went, “Erm okay, i’m sorry, i don’t remember where we’ve met.”
“… I’ve seen you before, do you come here a lot?”
“Er… not to this outlet, no.”
“… Erm.”
“Did i meet you outside of here elsewhere?”
“No…”

“Oh, Okay! I thought you were saying hi cos you’re my friend’s friend that i met and i didn’t remember,” i blabbered away.

Turns out Topshop just has really friendly salespeople -_-

Joyce’s Memory - 0, World - 4398923809

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I was commenting to DarlingDhanya why Indian dudes (my friends included) like to call each other ‘Joe’ or ‘Mike’
You know, like ‘Hey, Joe, wassup la!” or ‘Mike, can you pass me that drink ar?’

“I don’t get it -_-”
“Hey, i’m* Indian and *i* don’t get it!”
she exclaimed, “You know, maybe they got the ‘mate’ in Australia sounding wrong, like one Indian dude thought it’s ‘Hey Mike!’ when it’s ‘Hey mate!’ and everyone went from there!”
“Hahaha! That. Actually. Makes. Sense…”

 

Waiting for April Kuan

Waiting for AK to wrap up her stuff and leave for dinner. I’m still not done with mine but in denial. I feel Friday already!
And it’s salah to do work when my hair is done to go out!

The whole Freeform team had an office dinner last night, thanks to Irman bugging Adrian for months (ever since i joined, i’ve been hearing pleas for seafood dinner).

Ironically, we sat in the exact same room i had dinner there last - with my former company.
The room had two tables which we filled up easily and some banter started going back and forth, started by DidiBuli, “Our table is cooler than yours cos we have Kinkybluefairy yo!”
Me: -_-
“And we got VJ Callen! And DJ Van!”
“Damn, they got the Rebel Scum (Wan)”
“It’s okay, we got the boss!”

Come to think of it, all that noise came from my table.

ClaudiaOnCrackOnAlcohol had the best line.
“You’re the best boss ever! *to Adrian seated next to her*… but then again, this is my first job!  :xlaughing:
Adrian: …

 

Pre-Urbanscapes Psycho

Last night, i dreamt Adlin Rosli was chasing me for editorial content going, “9 days left, 9 days left.”

Wtf.

I think the whole Urbanscapes countdown is getting to me -_-

I told RowdyRudy i’m bringing the spinner tomorrow to Urbanscapes, “I’m so short, people can find me easier.”
“You’re bringing the original sacred spinner out?!”
“… okay okay, you bring the one in your place then omg.”

When you’re at Urbanscapes, AT 6PM

SarChan will be selecting songs at the Lakeside.
I, will be dancing next to her.
I’m merely tumpanging her glamour and providing er, hype.
With my spinner in tow of course  :xlaughing:

Come party with beer in hand at sunset with us!  :xheart2:

 

Daddy’s Day.

I wrote this sometime back  :xheart2:

Daddy\'s Day

 

Just Because.

puggy!


 

Whatever

I realise that everything i blog about accounts for some event/person/product that i have to mention.

Well. For once it’s not one of those times.

Cos i’m sick of it.

It’s inevitable that if you get someone who’s a hippie inside *cough* they’d tend to lose the financial plot and their mind starts wandering elsewhere.
Like a friend said, “you know why? cos we don’t care about the money! yes. we do in a sense. but not to the point where we work. and work. and die.”

And it’s true.

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