It was a super hectic Tuesday. Didn’t have time for breakfast and it was a day of ‘amazing things’.

1. Amazing because the first thing I did upon arriving is resuming the night before’s work.
2. Amazing because I didn’t take my break till 1 pm (it’s my break time anyways).

It’s a rare sight to see me doing No. 1.

And I ended my day at 11.30 pm and only slept at 2, right after ANTM.
Heather deserves the boot anyways. Her runway walk is very ‘the’ off and she’s a little… odd but I like her cool during Go-See. Sangat composed though she was totally lost in the middle of the city.

It’s Pay Day! It also means Bills Day and a trip to Uptown. How I wished Citybank is there too.

Have I told you that I hate Les Mills?

They make you pay for the workshop! As id we don’t have more important things to spend our money on!

Bloody motherfucker!

Friday should be celebrated. That’s what everyone believed in. It is indeed. But why do I not feel the hype?

I’ve been blogging for 5 years now. 5 years and counting. Spend most of my time here eversince I decided to get active in Friendster. My first platform was Blogspot. It’s still active but no frequent dusting takes place. That is also a place for me to say things I can’t say here for not many knows about it’s existance. Even if they do, they would’ve forgotten the URL.

Saves my time creating an anonymous blog for that purpose.

Though I DO have a secret blog which has restricted access to it. But that place is being updated only when the entry that I want to write about does not fit to be placed into any of the public blog I own.

Last week, while talking about blogging with Sean, I asked about his. I’ve known the existance of his blog for quite a long time already and the urge to ask for the address was there but decided to keep my cool. Finally when I got the chance to read his posts, I saw a line that made me go “Awwwwww…”

“I was known as the One Angry Man by my favorite person, Kay, who happened to snap at me the most…”

Sweet.

But not until last night when we had an argument about his working life, which sent me sleeping dreaming of Hans Isaac.

I woke up this morning with a pathetic feeling of ‘tergila2kan Hans Isaac’. How can I not when he was such a sweetheart in that dream?!

The dream sent me to the state of emotion I used to feel long ago.

Butterfly in the stomach…

Can’t-breathe-for-5-seconds stuff…

Sudden smile while doing something serious…

Small girl ‘Yippie’…

Teenage girl yelp.

Tell me if it’s chronic enough.

But that’s what you’ll get when you are 26, single and leads a flat life with fluctuations that occur only once in a blue moon.

Maybe it’s an indicator that I should start sweating again…

*sniff sniff*

I know why I was feeling nauseated yesterday. I didn’t get my fix like I always do. I only discovered that this morning, right after my breakfast.

True enough. Only the smell of coffee can cure my lightheadedness. I’m now back to devouring my dark coffee rather than the normal tea. This situation only happens here, in the office. It’s totally the other story when I’m at home. Home = tea and that will be my sole beverage for the days.

Kronik giler.

It’s a slow Wednesday that I spent the time doing things an IT graduate should be doing- PC maintenance.

Tak sia-sia belajar 4 tahun di FSKTMUM…

Thus, it unofficially expands my focus area to IT (tu pun self appointed IT fler) apart from marketing and admin. It’s fun nevertheless.

I haven’t paid the gym a visit for a very long time. The only class I attended this month so far was Jean’s yoga. I even have the thought of cancelling my account with FF and apply for TF since it’s just nearby from where I’m working.

Choices, choices…

That’s one possibility to watch out. In the end, the amount of my visits to the gym very much depends on the distance and TF scores big time on that.

Perhaps I’ll freeze my account next month and start with TF so that I don’t have to pay 175 bucks just to see my gym gear tumbuh kulat.

I think I’ve made up my mind. But not till I study TF’s T&C though.

This is the second post composed from the comfort of my new workspace. A lot nicer since I get to control the room temperature (in which the unit of my room can be categorized as ‘under-utilized’) and two tables to scatter my papers. However, I now have an additional suffering- static shock. My former colleague, Liu, used to suffer from it (and I guess he still does) but now, it happens to me. Contact to the doorknob and Bzt it goes. Touch the door frame and again, the shock comes through…

Adoih.

But it’s okay though. I still get the remote controller for the air-cond.

:)

Oh, and I can wear jeans to work. Yeah, I know some of you guys would go ‘Big deal!’ over it but after working for more than 2 years with an organization who only allows jeans on Fridays, this is a blessing. I don’t have to worry about ironing pants (but of course la kena pakai formally during meetings with clients).

On a lighter note, it has been quite a good start. The office is technically in order and my New Boss’s place can now be clarified clutter-free. Our pantry is the most complete pantry you can find in an office, complete with instant noodles, junk food, crackers, tea and coffee and sparkling juices to name a few. I can now skip lunch without worrying about passing out in the middle of doing my work due to lack of energy to burn. As a matter of fact, I am in the middle of enjoying my ‘lunch’- keropok roda from pasar malam, bought by the New Boss while completing this entry.

How fabulous is that?

On a not so good note, I despise Malays who refuse to grab business opportunities when presented with one. The sentiment has existed long ago but it’s only based on general observations made. But, you will not get the full resentment until you experience it first-handly.

After 2 opportunities given, I called it enough. It’s damn clear that that Malay does not want to be helped. So, screw him for that.

I’d like to talk more but I’ll save it for later.

:)